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Day of the Living GhostYou devour from the hand that feeds you
Everything that gives you self affirmation, self validation.
You stare at the world through ignorant eyes,
Unwilling to notice the things you have created,
The things you have burned to ashes.
What you fail to realize
Is that you created me.
The blood on your hands.
The tears that well in the corners of your eyes.
But what am I?
I am the figment of your imagination.
The thought that lingers,
That you've ignored
No matter how loud I scream,
You will never hear me.
No matter how much I follow your shadow,
You will never see me.
I am the thing that haunts you at night.
I am what nightmares cannot instill when you wake.
I am all that you've vilified, all that you hate.
And I WILL NOT STOP
Until I am SEEN.
Until I am HEARD.
Don't you understand?
This is my validation.
This is my reprise.
You see, I'm not coming for you.
I'm already here.
Mark the day,
The day of the living ghost.
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When he was eight, Jack was introduced to the very thing that would spark his interest in the unknown and unrealistic. Ghosts. One night at his grandparent's house for their weekly parties, he overheard a few relatives speaking of a ghost they had seen walking on the stairs that connected the kitchen to the garage. Jack beamed and rushed to the kitchen table where an aunt, uncle, and older cousin were seated. He didn't say anything, but couldn't hide his smile.
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Fragment of Power"Fragment of Power"
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I was smart. Really smart. I started reading first and second grade books by the time I was four and a half. I skipped my first year of elementary school. Of course, I got bullied by the older kids. I secluded myself in the class room most of the time during recess. At first, I would sit at my desk, staring at the blackboard.
Then, my teacher gave me a book. Not one filled with words. It was completely empty.
"Write." Was the only word that came from her. I took out a pencil, and started writing. That's where I found what greatness could be acheived by using one's imagination.
I would create characters; those of which I considered to be my real friends. They understood me because I told
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Peter crept down the hallway and saw that Abigail had already gone out for her morning walk. It was an hour earlier than the usual time he woke up, so they would both enter and leave the house simultaneously as Peter went off to school. He grabbed his keys off of the kitchen counter and exited through the door that led to the side yarn. The Hawke residence had a yarn on the same side, so it was simple to get Winry's attention through her kitchen window. However, Misses Hawk was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Peter peered over to the front of the house and saw that
Peter Barnes - Chapter ThreeChapter Three
The Land of Never was a place unlike any other. The stories that depicted its beauty and mystery were just that, stories. Unless you could find a resident of the fabled land, all wording would be considered an inept description. However, that beauty was tainted upon the arrival of Captain Claudius Claw. He appeared as the last of the pirates started to question their moral code of being one. When the thought crossed that pirate's mind, it was then that Claw appeared and struck them down with his staff. Claw did not take pity on those that questioned their fate in the Land of Never. They were there to bring misfortune, take the land, and instill their will amongst the population. He would not tolerate such a lack of faith in occupation.
It was true that Claw was the most feared of the pirates preceding him. Those pirates often turned a new leaf and became part of the land to uphold the peace, but would be hunted and killed by Claw for their treasons. His shipmates never da
Peter Barnes - Chapter TwoChapter Two
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When she came to pick him up the day he got into the fight with Jimmy at Rosewood High, he assumed he would be lectured to death. However, that wasn't the case. When she arrived at the nurse's office, there was no look of scorn, disappointment, or concern on her face. In fact, she was smiling from ear to ear. It puzzled Miss Perkins.
"Well, at least nothing is broken! From the way that Mister Hicks explained, it sounded like you two were a
Peter Barnes - Chapter OneChapter One
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The high school was smaller than most in the valley. It looked more like a private school. The hallways inside the building were barely large enough to allow safe passage for the students in between classes. The boy burst through the double doors that led inside from the outside lunch area. He surveyed his surroundings, almost in a panic as he tried to devise an escape route. He made a wrong turn, leading himself to a corridor or classrooms with a dead-end. Bad move. The huffing beast of a teenager behind him closed in with his entourage. He was still clutch
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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