CURRENTLY UNTITLED -Ch 7-The noon sun above their heads, the crew of the boat pushed off of the docks, leaving behind the golden city. Various crewmembers bustled about the boat, making last-minute preparations for their cargo drop. They had all tried to make it seem like a routine trip, and so far there had been no mishaps. They were a good half-mile away from the dock, now, and the shining city was slowly slipping into the horizon. A tall man, dark hair blowing past his face, stood atop the deck, looking down upon the crew as they moved about the ship. His eyes came to a rest on one of the lifeboats, the tarp that was covering it flapping in the gaily blowing wind. The gentle rise and fall of the ocean's waves mixed with the nearly stagnant smell of the sea nearly lulled the bound man lying under the tarp and inside the lifeboat to sleep. His blindfold, however, mingled with the tugging pull of the handkerchief keeping his mouth shut to keep him awake. His wrists were rubbed raw from the ropes holding them t
Dictator -Ch 6-Y'gl's body drifted amongst the castle, his mind drifting among the depths of thought. His feet walked the path a thousand feet had crossed, his hand brushed the wall a thousand other people had brushed and he slowly inhaled that which had been inhaled a thousand times before. He had ruled people, countries, nations… but at no time in his life was he faced with the dilemma he had now. All at once, he had not known what to do, and this insecurity made him very uncomfortable. In any of his military time, nor in his reign as king did he ever feel so lost. With his hand, he traced upon the wall: 'Fatherhood is an burden unbearable'. His entire life, he had been a stoic man; nothing had bothered him. With this one instance, he was thrown into a world unknown, and it scared him. He did not scare easily. His daughter had left him. She didn't love him. He had lost the two women whom he had loved the most. Both had killed themselves in light of hi
V E R S U SThe knock of death on the Mortal Doorechoes in and along the winding paths of many souls.An unearthly kiss upon the mouth of the willingseeps its corruption throughout their countenances.A long, cold finger weaves about the bodies of the susceptible,and draws graffiti on the long-gone and forsaken cadavers.A depression reaching farther down than San Andreaswraps its icy grasp around all hearts affected.As long as normality reigns among the Land of the Living,So does entropy leave the hopeless and the helpless gasping for air.