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I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I supposed to be here? What am I meant to do?

I have a name but there’s no meaning, no memory behind it. It’s like I was thrust into this body. I’m not supposed to be here, I shouldn’t be here. But I just can’t leave.

These people say that they’re my friends but if so, how could they not see? Can they not notice all the changes? I’ve decided to keep away, block myself off from them. This isn’t right.

Sometimes I have nightmares. Vivid sees of something that I can’t remember when I’m awake. I can’t wake up until they’re over but I still can’t remember what is was whenever I wake up. But in those dreams I know that I am myself. They give me a rush, a reason to keep going, keep trying to make sense of this crazy life that I now have. This life that isn’t mine.

He has the answers, I know he does. Every time he looks at me I see it on his face. Why is he keeping it from me? Why won’t he tell me the truth if he knows that’s what I’m seeking? Is he playing this game as well? Or will he be my saving grace?

So many questions that I don’t know where to begin. I finally have him alone and I’m speechless, but he is too. He just stares at me, stares at me like he sees me and I see him. I look him in the eye and I ask.

“Who am I?”

266 words in 10 minutes at 06:48 PM on Jul 22, 2014 | comments

I should be productive, but instead I’m daydreaming. Wondering about my future and where it will take me. Wondering where I’ll take myself. I can’t write a research paper while I think about the places that are waiting for me to discover them.

I daydream about the mountains, trail barely touched by anyone. I wonder if it will take me all day or if I’ll stay for the night. I’m curious about how the stars will look when I get closer. I think about having the best view in the world.

I daydream about the rainforests, undisturbed rivers and plants up to my waist. I wonder how careful I’ll have to be and how much my tour guide will scold me for picking up something I shouldn’t have. I wonder if I could climb a tree like a monkey or if I’ll jump in the water like a frog. I think about having the best stories to tell.

I daydream about other countries, meeting new people. I wonder how long it takes me to actually have a conversation in another language. I wonder how much of the food I’ll eat and how much I’ll never regret it. I think about meeting some of the best people ever.

I think best when I’m supposed to be doing something else.

218 words in 10 minutes at 07:18 PM on May 02, 2014 | comments

Angel
I’ve always wanted to be a guardian angel, but I never thought it would be this hard. My name is Sariel and my human is Jonah Patterson.

Jonah was born on July 20th, 1997. I was appointed as his angel on April 8th, 2009. He had just lost his sister and I was supposed to keep him safe. He wasn’t supposed to see me.

“Who are you?” He yelled, sitting in his bed. He wasn’t scared or even surprised. He was to broken to really care and who I was. I’d never heard of a child actually seeing their angel, so I approached with caution. “I’m a friend.”
“I don’t want any friends. I want my sister.” I sat on the edge of the bed, heart breaking for him. “I cant give you that, but I can make sure that you’re never lonely.” He looked skeptical, like he had heard that from too many people already. “Jonah, don’t worry. I’m not like them. I won’t leave you.” I leaned forward slowly, reaching to touch his chest, right at his heart. “I’m bound to you now.” He gasped, feeling our energy move back and forth. He nodded happily. “Okay.”

199 words in 12 minutes at 06:26 PM on Mar 27, 2014 | comments

A New Kind Of Royal

“They’ll be here any second.” He checked his watch for the hundredth time. His assistant sat with him, holding a short stack of notepads and pens. “Who sir?”
“The new royals for the underground. And we’ll be here to record it all. The crowning and all.”

The underground was more than just a drug market now. It was practically a kingdom for anyone who wanted off the grid. Hackers, dealers, even parts of the news and the government were apart of the underground. But the royals controlled it all, and in turn controlled everything. This generation had been thrown into chaos but now that had a new family of royals. But they never thought something like this would happen.

The man sat there anxiously, awaiting the new royals. Finally he heard the car, a black lexus with tinted windows. When it stopped, a few body guards walked out, along with one royal. Only one, clothed in a long black robe, hood covering their entire face. The royal walked with such grace, it was as if the black fabric wasn’t hurting their vision at all. They walked in the midst of the bodyguards, towards the door. The man and his assistant followed, taking a couple pictures on the way to the entrance.

216 words in 10 minutes at 05:43 AM on Mar 22, 2014 | comments

Like My Family

I don’t know what happened. First memory, I’m with my family, happy, safe and calm. The next memories, the rest of my life, only pain and suffering. Death and destruction everywhere. I didn’t want this, would never want to kill anyone. But they made me into this. My masters found me and turned me into their own personal weapon. A killing machine with no emotions, barely a heart. They did this for their own benefit, but now it will be their demise.

Because they may have taken away my joy, my mercy and my love.

But they cannot strip me of my anger and my deep hunger for revenge.

I will take get revenge for all of them, no matter how long it takes or how many I have to kill. They will regret ever making me into this, and I’ll make sure that they remember it for a long time.

I’ll start with the fat one, he’ll be an easy target, a good warning. He stuffs his face with the food he pays for with money that isn’t his. He steals from everyone and can flaunt it in their face because of me. I’ll wait till he’s good and full, then I’ll gut him. Look him right in the eye while I pull out his stomach. I hope he screams and begs. Slowly choking on his blood as the light leaves his eyes. That will be glorious. I want him to cry like my father did.

Next I’ll take out the woman with the long, fake hair. She loves her mirror, always using it to put on more ugly make up. She loves no one but herself and only wants to make herself a queen. I should skin her, in a room full of mirrors. Scalp her, humiliate her. I want her to suffer like she made my mother.

Then the other woman, the one who wears all white. She calls herself divine and pure, though her hands are stained with blood. I will give her a running start. Let her believe that she might actually get away. Then I’ll stab her in the back. Twist the knife and let her fall into a blood, like my precious sister.

Finally the mastermind, the man with the greasy hair and cheap smile. He made me into this, he’s the one that called for my family to be destroyed. He trained me to become this. He will regret it when I carve out his still beating heart. I’ll put him on a pillow beside his bed so he can watch it die like he will. The same fate her gave my brave brother.

They will all fall. And they will all fight tonight.

455 words in 20 minutes at 04:50 AM on Mar 22, 2014 | comments

Name AJ
Location Texas
Bio A place for short snips that float around in my head
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