It wasn’t common knowledge that the world used to be different. Not off the rails different, but in the sense that genetic modifications weren’t a thing. Not to this extent. The world was not so different then. People were still useful, although less able to pick up heavy things without any trouble. They had machines for that back in the past. Now those machines were small and attached to the huma...
I clenched my eyes at the sound of my door being opened.
Nothing nice ever comes out from it.
Nothing.
It’s not real, I know.
It feels real.
It’s so real I’m clinging to my bed and clenching my eyes shut and sweating as if it’s 97° Fahrenheit in here.
It’s like this every night.
Either stare at a shadowy figure that’s not real or close my eyes and go through nightmares....
“Hey hey, let’s not get too hasty now, you wouldn’t want to kill your creator- would you?” I asked in a rather calm tone, for someone who had a knife to their throat.
The perpetrator hisses into my ear- they had snuck up behind me, and as she was an assassin I wasn’t surprised she had been able to sneak up on me. I had made her ability to hide, disguise and do her job well, after all. “You shut ...
The forest of those who stray.
Only those who stray from the path can find this part of the forest, and those who stray were never found.
It’s rumored those who stray now live freely within the forest.
Yet it was also rumored that those who stray were not found because the forest killed them.
“Are you sure we should even throw the party here? Haven’t you heard the rumors?”
‘Of course I have, ...
The Angel-like being shivered and pulled her jacket closer to herself as she made her way down the beaten down wooden path. It’s been awhile since she’d been here, to the treehouse, but she enjoyed nature, though too bad it was nearly winter. She’d glanced ahead at the thicker part of the forest, remembering her encounter with a strange being- who now at this point cannot remember the name of. She...
One would think
Think that I would go
Go away from the place that causes me pain.
Pain.
Such a weird thing. Such a mediocre part of life
Life is hard
Hard enough that kids don’t live until adulthood
Adulthood being the age of legal drinking
Drinking illegally in high school
School.
School doesn’t teach anything useful
Useful. School isn’t useful. Kids hate it.
Kids from the age of ki...
“How’s your day been?”
“Good decent”
Well no it’s been stressful
But you have no reason to stress
Oh right the driving test
I got to pass my classes
Oh it’s math time
I don’t like math and it’s my highest grade
How disappointing that
I’m so smart
It’s been bad
I wish I could move
But I don’t want to move
PUPPIES!
CATS!
My children! Oh I love them
They always jump on me
Food
Pizza
...
I was told I was a hero. A saint. A goddess. I was able to heal the mortally wounded, and half dead, occasionally I was able to reanimate (necromance?) a corpse had it not been dead too long.
I’ve cured a thirty seven year old of cancer. An eighty year old of dementia. A ten year old of a skin condition they thought was ugly.
I had the power to heal so well hospitals would pay me well to stay ...
Everyone has a thing they move on, for better or worse. And mine happens to be everything I have right at this moment. So long have I endured mundaneness and attitude, verbal abuse from not only customers at a job I had wanted to resign from for so long, but my own legal guardians.
For better or worse, I would think it would be so much better if I had the freedom to not be confined to school, wo...
