The clocks were silent, and the day was almost over. Not quite, however. Not yet.
There was a faint noise of the hooves on the ground, the sky was dark and the pegasi had scheduled rain for the evening. Everypony was trotting back home from their jobs, schools, and their daily adventures. Not everyone though. Not yet.
Somewhere in the crowd, a light purple cloaked figure hastily moved through the bystanders, mumbling "excuse me" or "sorry" however faintly spoken, under breath in hushed tones. The cloaked figure made their way to the front of the crowd, trotting quickly toward the outskirts of town. They fell a couple of times, a couple more after that.
In the horizon, an old painted circus tent, with those classic red and white stripes and that musty smell, pleasantly nostalgic like an old memory. The pony in front of the entrance was the Ring Master. He waved at the cloaked figure as they approach. Everypony is in the tent before the rain starts to pour. Well, not everypony, only the
Dead HeartsTell me everything that happened.
Tell me everything you saw.
I stand upstairs, listening to my grandma scream at the top of her lungs to my sisters, cursing and ignoring their crying. I feel my eyes well with tears, sliding silently down my cheeks as I tremble from cold and fear. I throw my IPod onto the bed roughly, ignoring the panicked texts coming from Thalia. I walk toward the window, my hands trembling as I slowly unlatch it, and then I slowly open it. I push myself up onto the windowsill, looking down at the ground. It has to be about twenty feet. I closed my eyes, smiling bitterly as I think of all the goodbyes I had sent everyone. At least I got to say goodbye.
I open my eyes, moving to fall forward, when I see them. I freeze, and my eyes widen in horror and shock.
"They had lights inside their eyes.
They had lights inside their eyes."
Glowing silver, they stand on the ground as they look up at me. There are about four of them, one being carried by the other. On
The Constellation"Father, father, why have you forsaken me?"
The young boy walked towards him, who slowly backed off in the long, red-carpeted hallway in his own wooden mansion.
"What are you talking about, son?", he asked.
"Why did you throw me into the pit?", the boy asked, his plain white eyes stand out amidst his dark, charred fur, muzzle and tail gone. He growls softly.
"W-what pit??" He backed up more, until no more he can. His tail, squeezed between him and the cold, wooden door behind him, froze in fear. His once fluffy and cared-for ears are now folded backwards and messy. Right now, in front of him, is the visage of his long dead pup. He sent Lazarus, his youngest son, on a journey overseas. Lazarus was a conundrum. He barely spends time among books, and instead communes with nature, and yet, he was chosen for a full scholarship to Leopoldo, a small, but bustling city-state well known in the region.
"You broke me" A hiss is heard from what used to be Lazarus' muzzle, as the entity crept up sl
Higher Than A Rainbow Flag [Short Story / 2015]Starring THADDEUS HARDY,
and MILDRED LOCKHART
[10:34 PM, Thursday, January 22nd, 2015 - 4:05 PM, Friday, January 23, 2015]
It's hard to live in a world where hate and violence still wreaks out, especially on those who are not, what they say, normal. Everyday you watch the news about crimes that can present a murderer or thief who happens to be in a different race. Some folks are driven emotionally on subjects like this. Even news online that talk about poor Muslims who are accused of committing terrorism; due to some fanatic Muslims causing all this, it just gives a bad name to those who don't have a mind on killing. All the same thing happening for the past years, it's like there is no end to it at all.
That even includes those that are different on sexuality, like homosexual people. That has been all over the place, even where I live. Folks are very judgment on folks who are not straight; because of that, even those who are not are extremely harsh on the others. Th
What is?What is Beauty?
Just a state in which all the attention is on the subject or object of beauty.
But all decades, all fades away, all dies.
What is Time?
Time is immutable. Time is what gives birth to nothing and everything.
Time is what kills everything and nothing.
Time will not stop for anything, and no one.
What is Essence?
Essence is everything. It's what drives the soul.
It's the inner hope of every living thing on this earth has, hidden away in their hearts.
What is the heart?
The heart is not only in the body of every living thing. But it is what you put in everything you do, so that Time, Beauty, and Essence combine in one being.
What is Death?
Death is nothing. But another beginning.
A believer and an atheist talking about whalesBeliever: I firmly believe that there are flying whales in the universe. They created all, the Universe itself, the Earth and men. The whales have laws that I must follow, and if I follow those laws I will go to heaven and I can finally see them! And I will live in peace with them until the end of time. I will behold the universe and I will understand why they have created me.
Atheist: But, there are no whales flying in the universe...
B: A perfect being must exist, if the human mind understands this concept.
A: But if I believe that such a thing exists, if I think that there are one hundred dollars in my pocket, they can not exist just for the fact that I believe that they exist.
B: Everything must have a cause! The Earth, as the Universe, has a first cause that created them, and those who created everything are the flying whales.
A: But then, who created the whales?
B: Um... Nothing can be random, natural laws are so perfect because they were created by whales. They have also created
Seer of the Black LakeFrom the sphere of yellow torchlight, the incessant flow of the stream was visible; its echoes cascading over eroded stone, which narrowed and amplified the trickling into a torrent of sound, inundating any weaker existence by thus sinking it into the darkness. Bobbing over the surface of this sound, the echoed sloshing of boots thrown forward by a determined stride emphasized the singular presence of a man. He appeared stretched into thinness, a smaller man, or child, pulled into the figure of a much larger person. Yet the frailty of his rod-thin limbs did not inhibit the man as he strode against the meager current, numbly climbing the stone passage to delve further into the underground cave. The endless chase of water leaving the cave, as he entered.
The stalagmites and stalactites wavered in and out of the darkness, looming suddenly from obscurity, before receding as each was passed with utter indifference to their threatening, human resemblance. Fear should
That dayThat day
I'm walking through a world that no longer exists, trying desperately to find any survivors. It all happened so suddenly, all I see are bombs and chaos. We were being invaded; all trace of sunlight was blocked by the massive ships flying in the air. No one saw it coming, what seemed to like a normal day turned into chaos and despair. So many of our kind died, I'm one of the few that survived and we're now looking for others. The day feels so long ago and Earth hasn't been the same since. The rain is now toxic and the clear blue sky we knew so well is now covered by the sinister smoke from that day. As we walk we come to a place in which we don't know very well and see rows upon rows of cars. The grass threatens to cover what had happened. I look upon the cars, they look brown with the rust and everything looks as though time had pressed pause, revealing the mummified bodies that were still decomposing in the cars. The expression of their face remain, some are screaming, some a
The Bartender The old wooden door creaks open as I walk into the bar, my hands restless inside my pockets. I sit down on the barstool closest to the door, my frail hands tapping silently on the counter. Water drips from my wet hair onto the stool as I rub my hands together, in attempt to produce some form of warmth. My teeth chatter as I hear the pouring rain outside the building. Looking around, I see that I am the only customer in the bar. I continue to shiver, wondering if I should stay, or face the heavy rains outside.
A minute passes. And then another. Silence. The rain has faded away. Realising this, I stand, getting ready to leave as he appears from the backroom. He wears a crisp white shirt, a black vest that was slightly large over his thin frame and has shining black hair, held back by hair gel. He looks at me with his dark brown eyes as I stare back, as I sit back down on the barstool. He smells of peppermint and aged wine, bringing back a sort of nostalgia to my mind. He bow
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