Where the Brookside Ends ch. 1 by shoz3n, literature
Literature
Where the Brookside Ends ch. 1
do you know where the sand in an hour glass comes from? Or why most of your dreams are continuation of dreams that you either have had and don't remember or simply have not had yet.have you ever broken someones heart not once but twice, or more. and didn't bat an eyelash? any such manner of various thoughts as you lie awake in bed ,or in your somber solace whether it be on the road on your way to work,or in the shower in the morning,, mabye even during the news, or while you text/call the one person you love.
A Tasty Soliloquy,
"Have you ever had the dream where you were falling? Its theorized that when
There was once a small sleepy little city named Lleh; It all started with a faint whisper. looking for a place to escape. my name is Tsugua Sable and, hhhhh whats the point of this.. the child stands at a 4/11 even, his light brown hair messily falling forward just enough to cover his pale blue eyes. his age somewhere between 6 and 9 but only time would tell. because of his parents messy fights(often turning into physical altercations) the happy days of his child hood now swept into the cold fires of solitude. but they were just to busy to pay attention, busy fighting over who gets custody.. it comes to a point were you just have to get away,
Thoughts grift, dreamless entity 1 song 0 by shoz3n, literature
Literature
Thoughts grift, dreamless entity 1 song 0
Wake. me up through all my dreams, dreams and
all the memories, time has all but gone past now.
dreams they shake and fade somehow, i am left,
with lies that you have told. then you walked away
from me, its so cold it burns me to breathe.
open up your eyes and scream all is lost but memories,
"wait please"
times before i passed fade grey, but of course
you just walked away. so i hope that you can see me broke helpless in defeat its so cold and hard to breathe. and, and all the memories.
dont wait for me, (the memories)
its so cold i cannot breathe.
dont look at me the mem, the memor the memories.
and of couse you dont care, t
you wouldn't begin to understand, yet here i am explaining
the recollection of days that have long since vanished.
but those memories remain crystal clear.
you set the glass in front of me,
my lips cracked, dry,
my continence a shatterproof resolve,
my special facade made just for you
to put your mind at ease
you push the glass into my hand,
then tell me not to drink.
how cruel of you to mock my pain,
and yet here i am with you
as a shield to dull the ache
this very well may be my final act,
your ignorant of this,
the blood and tears iv shed for you,
your ignorant in bliss.
so of course you would ignore my pain.
"but that was my choi
I have grown tired of the rigamarole of "races"
So iv came up with a solution to my small problem.
i simply got rid of the stale races that everyone has come into contact with.Its a huge risk for me seeing as i must explain the diffrence between them and humans but eh, here goes nothing.
human- (as far as im concerned everyone knows what a human is/how they act but on a later date ill go into detail on what they are in my writings)
Ghoain- i describe them as what humans should have been they physically and mentaly surpase the average human byat least 50 to 1
(again i will go into further detail on a later date)
Aryian- (the master race