archori
They grew again last week. I haven't seen the vines for a number of years. Their fruit has not graced these dusty, aged walls for many years before the vines disappeared. Could this be a sign of things to come?
We walked through the cold alley at a brisk pace, the leaves crunching underneath our feet.
I want to flee, but I can't move. My feet are paralyzed, and I can't tell if it's my fear or my courage. His hot breath is in my face, screaming at me. I can see through his eyes into a flaming soul.
He made hell too. That's what I've been told, at least. I can't fathom it - a land of fire beyond our temple gates. Yet I do see the darkness that lies beyond, and wonder why we are fenced in here. This is our destiny, to be free and happy, right? If so, why the gates? Why the fences? Can the darkness remain?
The senator's head was still ringing from the explosion. It happened every morning on her commute. She wasn't sure how long the unrest would last. She wasn't sure how long her convoy would last either. Until then, another day at the office. Another aspirin. Another stack of hopeless paperwork for a hopeless embassy.
I seldom imagine myself being below average. Whenever I dream, I dream of being higher. I dream of having some lofty purpose, being some role model to kids all over the country. I seldom dream of sitting alone, not relating to the people around me. I seldom dream of being wrong, of being broken, of being lost.
Inspiration refused to strike Lionel as he walked aimlessly down the railway line. As he passed the railway ties, each one falling into line one after the other to the horizon, the thought never occurred to him that the next thing to strike would be the train.
I walked through the backlit room, unsure of what lay ahead. I guess that was the purpose of the lighting - to illuminate what was to come, not what was already passed by.
The pairs walked slowly up the ramp, undoubtedly to another doom. It was always like this on their travels, being chained as they struggled onward. Hopefully they'd find the key.
I joined the brotherhood expecting some sense of community, I guess. But I rapidly found out that the problems prevalent in society abounded within this one as well. Steven still got ignored because of his speech defect, Paul still wasn't invited to dinner, and as for me - I still didn't find the meaning of life.
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