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Sympathy For the Devil
I always had too much sympathy, and unfortunately, I think I always will. people have told me that it's a weakness, that I'm too kind. That may be true, but it also may be what saved my life. I met Frank on accident, and why he didn't take my life is beyond me.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Now though, there are swarms of them; mosquito sized, flying, fire breathing lizards. People barely leave their homes now, in fear of suffering from multiple bites from small, shark toothed mouthes, or burns suffered from the tiniest of flamethrowers. On the plus side, they eat most nuisance flying insects, so I guess they’re not all bad. Who am I kidding, they flew off with my dog For Pete’s sake! I’m terrified of them, even though they‘re tiny.
After the dinosaurs, and far after evolution had taken its course, humanity was a small, infantile race staring at the rest of the universe; dumbly, in awe. A few centuries had passed, and in that time, humans had discovered that the planets and stars held sway over how days passed, or how the season changed. Soon after, there we new inventions; telescopes, calendars, sun dials, and so forth were brought into existence. After a millennium had passed, exploration began; satellites, space rovers, and many other things came into existence as a result of technology. We had been able to send a man to the moon, and astronauts out into space for long periods of time, and were in the process of developing space travel for general admittance, when they came.
Will You Defeat Them?
Freedom. It feels like flying, like being able to run, and just keep running with no one to tell you when to stop or that you've gone far enough. It's the feeling of sunlight on your face as you smile at the sky, its the feeling of rain hitting your skin for the first time in far too long, inspiring you to dance.
It's outside my apartment door, and I don't know what to do
My partner and I have been together for half of a year, and I spend a fair amount of time at his apartment, and I'm still adjusting. There's so many little noises, like doors closing, footsteps in the room next door, the television on in the apartment below... I could go on. There are a few noises that I could live without hearing, but that's just me, otherwise they're kind of soothing.
Old photo albums, ribbons from the fair, sea shells from vacations past, baby teeth... all of it went into my cardboard box, along with many other things from the past that I could do without thinking of every day. I make my way through my small house, looking over the knick-knacks on shelves, the photos on the mantle, and decide what stays and what goes.
Creativity vs. Logic
My creativity calls to me, waking me in the night and telling me that I need to wrote something, something that can't wait until morning. Logic has no say in the matter, and is dragged with us to my laptop and then to a blank document. Here is where the argument starts.
I don't know where to begin, so I'll start with my first encounter. Before I get too far into it, these are things that I've seen over the course of my short life, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't criticize or tell me that what I saw is fake. I'm tired of hearing it. A warning to those of you reading this, there is one particularly gorey memory that I will be discussing, so if blood bothers you, now is a good time to turn back. Without further ado, let's begin.
At the End of the World
I light my last cigarette and let my legs dangle off of the roof, watching as the Plagued swarm around our last defenses. This is my last sunset, the last cigarette, my last chance to say goodbye to my partner from the beginning to the end, and probably the last chance I'll get to put a bullet in our heads so that we don't become like them. I exhale a plume of bluish grey smoke, watching as it fades away and disappears as it rises into the sky.