BlackCat1176
Hello! I like to write fantasy and mystery and bl. Need a book recommendation? Try Heaven Official's Blessing.
BlackCat1176
Hello! I like to write fantasy and mystery and bl. Need a book recommendation? Try Heaven Official's Blessing.
Hello! I like to write fantasy and mystery and bl. Need a book recommendation? Try Heaven Official's Blessing.
Hello! I like to write fantasy and mystery and bl. Need a book recommendation? Try Heaven Official's Blessing.
I'm out fishing. One day and the next. I caught one fish today. Two the next. Oh! A red fish. Never seen their kind.
Sailing deep in the sea~ Blue fish I found Way too slimy I threw that old fish back in the deep.
A small patch of black, appearing in the sea. New fish I caught, deep as I go. It's shaped like a cat. Limbs and a paw. It slapped my face-- the audacity! And vanished in a pool of black.
Deeper in the sea I go~ I notice that The fish are bigger Antenna and scales, Limbs and cat eyes, Thorns and sharp teeth, Shining under the sea.
The stain my boat leaks, seems to scare them away.
The waves are bigger, I tug at my rod. This must be at least six feet, I clamor excitedly. The boat lurches with me, splashing water overboard.
And I finally notice. This isn't the sea. There is no stain. These are not fish.
I'm out on a boat~ In the middle of nowhere. There's no land to be seen, but a shadow is under.
The government has added new amendments to the constitution with all sixty nine states agreeing to them. Bs. They have added the equality amendment, supposedly expanding the rights of the overlooked and the underfunded. They have added the White Rights amendment. To supposedly limit the rasicism and hold the ground work for what counts as racist behavior and not. They have added the Immigration Amendment. To supposedly add rights for the immigrated and new citizens. These sound wonderful, don't they? Why don't you read the fine print? The specific words? These weren't made for the "equality of all". No. You'd have to be an absolute fool to believe that! READ THE FINE PRINT. Ahem. Let me explain. This is all a government ploy. Read the actual wording in the amendments. The government is trying to restrict what we can do. Expanding the rights of the overlooked and underfunded? This isn't specific enough. Underfunded and overlooked rich people perhaps? "Groundwork for what counts as racist behavior," no. This could be interpreted differently. An abuse of power. Why does the government decide instead of the people? Adding rights to immigrants? No. They will clearly exploit these people. An abuse of power. Open your eyes! Fight against the government. An abuse of power that we must uncover.
Sincerely, a conspiracy theorist.
Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight.
As a kid, sitting by the window, she looked up at the stars and made a wish every day.
I want good grades. I want my mom to get me candy. I want Annie to stop being annoying. I want to run away from home. I want dad to come back. I want everything to be as it was before.
And soon, after her teenage years, she forgot about her home, her family, and headed to college. Until one day, one day and the ones after that, small changes happened to her life. Some went unnoticed-- her school transcripts were changed. But the day her mom called her, she burst out crying. Quiet, sniffling tears and widened eyes.
Come home, I'll give you all the candy you want.
Her mom, who she hadn't talked to in years. Confusion clouded her mind. Her tears weren't of sadness, but rage.
Once again, most wishes were unnoticeable. She was away from home already, she didn't need to run away. Annie became less annoying, but she wasn't in contact with Annie anymore.
Someone knocked on the door. She opened it without a thought.
Hello?
A familiar face, but one that didn't show a trace of recognition.
No... No...
She slammed the door in his face and stumbled into the floor.
Dad?
He didn't respond. Only a blank face showed.
He was supposed to be dead. She composed herself before confronting the man.
Why are you here?
Wait... that sounded demanding.
Do you need something?
The man raised his hands in a protective stance.
Sorry, wrong house.
He turned around and left, leaving her with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn't remember her wishes from the past nor did she know what was happening. She wanted to live her life in peace with neither of her parents.
The ground spun underneath her and her worldview changed. Instead of her own house, she was... Where?
Honey, come for breakfast.
Chills ran down her spine. She looked down, and there she was, in the form of a little girl and her mom's voice calling for her.
No...
She fell to her knees. She was reliving her worst moments in life.
Ten days at most, so it could be less. Ten days, A one and a zero, Like the number of hands he will have. A kid almost ten, So nine technically. Too young, And not even a teen There was a chance to be saved, But now it’s too late. But you would be drowned in a what if, If you think about it too much. The surgery is in ten days at most, So it could be in less days. A permanent loss, Of a limb, An important one. A one and a zero.
I knew what I was doing when I took up the job. But this-- Reality finally struck me. I don't know where I am. I don't know what I should do. The suffocating black skies and endless gray land blind my eyes. The mind numbing fear is crowding through my head. Where am I? I scramble for the answer, examining every nook and cranny of this dreadful place. There's nothing familiar. This is not Earth. I should know what I'm doing. I was briefed over this. But the abyss was a place I couldn't imagine. And even while being in it, I couldn't comprehend. This place, this monstrosity, I wish to leave. But I made a promise. I created a contract. Without me, the world would end and Earth would be swallowed by the maws of the shadows. But this place is desolate and cold. So cold my skin is burning. So desolate that I can almost imagine the ghosts of the past looking over me. Should I look for food? Water? Shelter? The abyss is a different place. A place not fit for mortals. I wouldn't find mortal necessities. Millions of questions run through my head, but all I do is move forward. Move to anywhere but the place I had started. With a weapon by my side and clothing wrapped around my entire figure, I look for the monsters. The monsters I need to defeat. But it's cold. Cold and desolate and dark. It makes me think of the warmth of home. Good food, lovely people, comfortable shelter. This place is the opposite of all that. For me to stay here until the end of time... I don't think I can do it. I think I'll go crazy before I even start.
"Do you know," Hiraeth flipped through the pages of his journal, "of a time where the world was filled with monsters of darkness?" Cyrus shuttered at the thought? "I've heard stories." "And do you know," Hiraeth stared deep into Cyrus's eyes, "how they were controlled?" There was a flash of thunder and a boom of lightning as Hiraeth said that. Cyrus knew what was coming next. The shadows were creeping into the corners of his eyes. Paranoia crowded his mind, but he refused to give in. "I've been briefed, yes," Cyrus said. The sky was as dark as ever. Cold, bland, colorless, and daunting. The same sky that had been clear blue the day before. An unnatural pit of black lay where the sun was supposed to be. It created an aura of domination and pressure. Cyrus's shoulders slumped, his head was tilted down, and his eyes were wide and dilated with fear. "So, you were the only one to take the job?" Hiraeth closed the journal and stood up, offering a hand. Cyrus gave a small nod and took the hand. "I'm the only one who would go through it." Hiraeth's brown eyes turned a shade darker as he stared into the sky. The sky responded with a blue flash of lightning. "I hope you the best," he said, light illuminating his eyes. "This choice is a hard one. The road ahead is paved with endless and eternal suffering." "I understand," Cyrus said firmly. He squeezed Hiraeth's hand and offered a tentative smile. "That's why it should be me." Hiraeth faltered for a moment, his eyes flickering down. He pulled Cyrus into a hug. A warm and everlasting hug that would resonate with Cyrus till the end. An end that could never come because of the choice he had made.
In this eternal darkness, I can only hear. I can hear whispers, Enveloping whispers, coming closer, coming near. This eternal life of mine, Attracts strife from these monsters. These monsters of this eternal darkness. I wait, Wait in deafening silence. I wait for them, The monsters of the abyss, The whisperers of darkness, As I wish to go home, And leave this place. This eternal darkness, this eternal abyss, Is too loud, too quiet. I cannot hear anything anymore.
"Are you going to do it?" Cyrus asked, raising his eyebrows. Hiraeth looked down and took a deep breath. Wind blew over their heads, ruffling the strands and causing goosebumps to appear on their skin. The bottom of the cliff was massive. The two could see birds flying above a thicket of trees near the ground. The bright vibrant clay brown colors seared into their eyes as they stared downwards. Hiraeth clutched a journal with papers shoved inside. There were a few peaking out, with small, legible scribbles written on it. "Void Monsters" one said. "How to Survive the Abyss" said another. A collection of research that Hiraeth had made since he had first started his apprenticeship. In hindsight, he regretted it. Regretted it all. It had brought doom to the world and his one and only love. "Should I?" Hiraeth doubted himself. He slipped open the journal and leafed through the pages for the thousandth time. He had been doing this for the past hour. He had the entire chant memorized front and back. At this point, he would be able to recite it in his sleep. "The sun is going down. Hurry up," Cyrus said. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "It's getting hot here." The blazing blue sky along with the bright cliffs made the world tinted white. It was all too glowing. The brightness that would soon give away to the shadows. "It's going to happen soon." Hiraeth squinted as he looked off to the distance. "But is it all worth it?" Cyrus sighed. "Not again. You wanted this, so please don't change your mind last minute." The hot waves of heat had probably fried half of his brain. Hiraeth waved his hand in the air. "Alright, alright. I can't believe you want to hurry me." Cyrus rolled his eyes. "Ugh, just do it! Or I'll do it." Cyrus got up to take the journal away from Hiraeth. Hiraeth moved away, almost stepping back too far into the cliff's edge. "Fine!" Without a second thought, he tore a piece of paper out of the journal and threw the rest off the cliff. The studies weren't needed anymore. And he hated them too much. All that effort for nothing. Before Hiraeth started, he gave a last glance to Cyrus. "Ready?" he said, his voice shaking. "There was never a question," Cyrus responded back. He patted the ground and sat down comfortably. But then again, this was the thousandth time he had gotten ready. The sky rumbled and the sun turned navy blue like elf blood as Hiraeth invoked the magic. When he looked back, Cyrus was gone. All that was left was a small wisp of the void's shadow. Gone into the void to forever fight. Gone into the abyss to live forever. "I should've been the one...," Hiraeth said out loud. An afterthought. But he knew it wasn't true. Only Cyrus would be strong enough to last for eternity.
I see him on the ground, But I am nowhere to be found. He is helpless, lost, and almost dead. Should I help him? Should I not? He will eventually be caught, Only to fully die the next moment. He is on the ground, Bleeding, as all is lost. Should I help him? Should I not? It would be wise to let him be caught. No trouble for me, no loss for me, Nothing to gain from keeping him from being caught. His head is to the ground, his heart is beating loudly. Should I help him? Should I not? He calls out ever so audibly, Calls out my name. A sting in my heart, a cling in my head. There is no end to this feeling. Should I help him? Should I not? Oh well, Too late.
You know the first thing you felt when you saw him was? It was disgust. But you. You never wanted this. This cold new emotion that drowned you to death. It muffled your thoughts and bled into your actions. And so what did you do? You tried to kill him. Keeping a secret so dirty it deserved to die. He was a monstrosity that could shake your world and destroy life as you knew it. But who knew? He was death himself. A grim reaper coming to kill you before you could to him, was what he said. A fitting response to how you reacted. Disgust turned to rage. Rage turned to sorrow. Sorrow turned into numbness. In the end, when you could kill him, you never realized how dependent you were on him until he was gone.