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Unhappy fathers

A purple shell is spray painted

An insurance bill is bullshit even if you pay 8 thousand instead of eighty thousands

Too many cars at a drive though are the employers “stupidity”

A leak is an annoyance caused by your woman

Her voices are just hysteria

Your dog is dumb

Your daughter is foolish

Your wife is crazy

And you?

You’re a sad old man

This will be your eulogy you stubborn closed minded man

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Oyster island

Crush,

Crunch,

Crush,

The crushing of oysters

For a new generation

Making a path

With their bodies

Their sacrifice will bring joy

Many adventures await

On the island of oysters

Birds fly around, they land on the grasses and stare

Horseshoes crabs throw horseshoes

Tiny crabs scatter in the sticks

The trees hang above, branches reaching across times

Watching as they grow older and older

As times change

I wonder what they would say,

Would they tell about the joy of the children?

Or the sorrow of the oysters?

Crush,

Crunch,

Crush,

I found a pretty shell

I found a crystal

Oh such wonders!

A wonderful place it is!

The island of oysters!

Walking

Boating

Taking pictures of every creature

Oh such fun!

I wonder when it will be done

When will the oysters turn to sand?

Turning this island of oysters

into an island of sand

Why must everything end?

I wonder as I look at the moss on the fallen tree

Crunch,

Crush,

Crunch,

The sounds are wonderful

One day they will dull

When the oysters turn to sand

What new wonders will be here?

Maybe new birds

Maybe a cave with crystals

Maybe more shells

Who knows

Only time will tell

On the island filled with oyster shells

It brings death to one

But adventure and fun to others

The island of oysters

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Loneliness

Your heart beats under the floor

In the walls

I love being alone

Because I can imagine your dead

I don’t see your texts or feeds

I don’t hear mom talking to you on the phone

Does she love you more than me?

You love her more then me

Leave me alone

Your eyes are everywhere

In the windows

In the mirrors

Please leave me alone

I crave for loneliness once more

You took it from me then you smashed it all,

The photos,

Everything,

Please let me be,

For I don’t know how much longer I can breath

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The Bird that Taught Me the Hope of Freedom

A cracked cage long with time, rusty bar, rusty locks, your eye was curious to see a new face. That’s how we met, me concerned about your care from the moment I saw you, your legs as naked as your toes. I mostly hanged out around the house and eventually we really saw each other. I don’t know what about you did it, but I loved you, I wanted to help you anyway I could. I soon you sat on my lap preening me as I pet your head. A couple times I even got you on my arm. As I learned more about bird care I grew more and more nervous about you. I even convinced them to take you to the vet for the first time in years. We were happy Of course I ruined that by changing your food out to a healthier meal. I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful my darling bird, They all hated me before though, so I fear it was inevitable. I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay longer and try to help more. I’m sorry I was too afraid to speak up. The hope of getting you out and safe inspired me along with your beautiful colors and sassy, silly personality. You’ll forever be in my heart, remembered even as your owners forget. Thank you for the gift of hopes, dreams and growing along with you, even if only for a while.

I miss you my friend.

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The Acceptance of Fate Is Bliss (DTA SHORT STORY)

The man stalked the halls of the fortress, made of darkness. Two pistols in hand and the mask glued on. It was on night duty, the weapons and halls so foreign to his homeland but he had to be the spy. Hybrid needed to stop this before it got further out of hand. Hybrid pocketed his guns as he walked into the dining hall, the clock chimed five, and he was done with his patrol for the night. The Queen of Darkness stood, eating a pastry, handmade by Mayland.

“Nothing to report?” Charna asked a hand over her mouth to cover her chewing.

He wasn't surprised to see her up late, till the civil war started between her and her sister for the throne after Charna killed her parents she had barely been sleeping, always up and walking around somewhere, paranoid even. Hybrid shook his head but then stopped himself “Well…” He knew he had to try to reveal the truth eventually, he knew the end was nearing with the light amulet holder building her army. Charna wasn't, she was just trying to buy time.

“What it is?” she cocked her head, she had finished chewing.

“Well, you know how I'm not from here?”

“Well yeah, you wear a mask and have those guns things. What's wrong?”

“I came here to spy on you because you are an Amulet Holder,”

She paused her hand still as death on the counter,

“There are these two amulets and they infect people and cause chaos and death.” He said matter of factly,

Charna stood as a statue as he continued,

“They infect two then they fight to the death, killing many others in their way. Whoever kills the other then proceeds to kill themself or dies in a mysterious way.”

“So my sister is the other. This is where my newfound power has come from?”

“Yes,”

“Why are you telling me my fate?”

“… I don't know what else to do, there might be a way to stop it if you could work with me.” She turned to the window, gazing at the light getting ready to appear over the horizon.

“Do you remember yesterday?”

“We all ate breakfast together then in the evening I saw you dancing with May in the garden looking overjoyed,”

“So that's what happened, May was happy this morning, I barely remember it…at all. I barely remember anything these days Hybrid. Life is just a world of blackouts and blood for me with some sparkle of May’s love in between. But any love I forget, I only remember the sorrow. I've forgotten the good times with Helen." She paused before continuing, "There's something else that's making sure I change, I think if I even wanted to help you, it wouldn't let me.”

“You… don't want out?” The man was at a loss.

“I've accepted my fate, I’ll die, you're dismissed” Charna waved him off. Hybrid took a step closer to her,

“What about May?” He asked out of desperation, for any inch of shown emotion. Any tears, anything to see she could be changed.

“Leave Hybrid.”

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The Girl with Ultramarine (DTA SHORT STORY)

There was once a girl with eyes of ultramarine, she sat in corners and thought. She thought of many things, thought of worlds far beyond our own while in the time-out corner, she was put there a lot for not paying attention. How could she focus when she was forgotten? She was only not forgotten when in trouble. Years went by as this cycle continued, a bag of chips for breakfast and cereal for dinner. The school gained more and more weeds suffocating the girl along with her flower. Eventually, her stem snapped, blood coated the locker, and there she went. Off to the palace of white, her parents did not fight. As she lay there, a hand finally reached out. She had been waiting almost two decades for. So of course the girl took the serpent's hand, with no questions. His skin was a caramel brown, in in places it looked sickly as if it was fighting off the wrinkles that should’ve been his skin. His eyes had light but the kind of an eclipse. Before she knew it, she was dead.

Her eyes turned black.

That is where our story begins.

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The Ballad of Tentaclopacus

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Author's note: So me and my bestie were on vacation and we played the make up a story game, where she said a sentence then I said a sentence and it made a story. Then I was like, ima write this down! Now this exists and it is pure crack, stupidity and so many plot points ignored or missing (Bestie refused to let Tentalopacus be kidnapped)

Enjoy my suffering!

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The Beginning...

Once upon a time, there was once a lonely sea star in a sea kingdom who hated the sea but wouldn’t go on land because of big monsters with GIANT teeth.

Logan needed a girl with long tubule feet and large suckers but, as Logan searched the sea, he couldn’t find anyone like that. So as all sane people do, he held a party and invited “pretty stars,” he literally sent shells with invites written into the currents, he trusted fate. The party had a variety of starfish with tube feet with different numbers of arms, even some basket stars but none of them had big juicy tube feet. Logan sat in the corner pissy until eventually, the festivities ended with Logan kicking them all out. After that embarrassment, he strolled around mourning his dead (never alive) love life. Logan stumbled into a shark named Hajula with black pearly eyes and beautiful black-tipped fins, sharp. He shook and asked the shark if she had seen any hot starfish with hot tube feet, she called him an idiot and then said with a laugh, "Let’s get married,"

At the wedding, there were many guests, some starfish, some sharks, and some random creatures like eels. Logan, while talking to guests in a manly suit, revealing his “abs" suddenly saw a hot starfish. He was entranced by her color, a mysterious purple like the night stars. He watched her from afar, letting the words among him drift away, even her large suckers were a light purple. The ceremony started and the ring eel was nice to not electrocute them. Hajula kissed him hard, happy to finally be loved. They celebrated all night, mostly in each other's arms. But… As the party started dying down he saw the star of starfishes once again, he ran up and started flirting, even asking if she wanted to “be in the coral with him,” Hajula’s brothers, Alo and Haai immediately ran to tell her once they overheard these lewd words. The young shark hearing this gasped and in a blind rage ate them as they struggled to no avail against giant Hajula, The guests watched in horror, she ate some starfish too. Logan stood there horrified, shaking in his exoskeleton. In shock, he opened his beak and screamed “EAT ME INSTEAD,”

Hajula ground her teeth with hunger, some of his siblings' skin stuck between the knives of teeth. He shook like sea tremors did in the deep cold water of death. Logan wanted to crawl away but he was frozen, flight nor flight would do anything against this beast. Hajula unhinged her jaws like a land monster. Logan regretted never seeing a land beast, were they as beautiful as Hajula? The weirdo thought just before the floor turned into a Red Sea. Some clear saliva dripped down from her jaw with the red, all out of lust. Logan stood in horror as its eye spot photoreceptors were ripped in half. The starfish could still feel even if half was gone, it felt the sticky floor pool around him. Logan didn't even have any last thoughts, just screams. Everything went black for the perverted starfish. Now the couple would be together forever.

After the chaos, only an arm was left…

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The young starfish woke up with the conch’s yell of an alarm. Sweat rolled all around his arms like a tide pool. He woke, groggy, and broke the conch shell with its tube feet grip, and then the star finally crawled out of bed. Tentaclopacus’s mother gave him his lunch, a small box filled with star and heart-shaped veggies and fruits. He kissed her on the cheek as a goodbye. Her teeth in a harsh smile as her pearly black eyes pooled with love for the little star.

Hajula brushed Tentaclopacus with her fins before pushing the little star out the door. He met up with two shark friends, Jaime and Richard. They both were shark jocks which meant they ranted about the hockey season starting this fall. Both were excited as their fins and teeth rattled like a hockey puck in a court. Tentaclopacus stayed silent walking along with them but slowly falling behind his only lights. The friends dispersed without a word to the falling star as they got to the school door. The building was old and creaked with the ocean currents. It was made of some giant shells along with shark cartilage. Dead sharks needed to be used, either in honor or punishment. Tentaclopacus walked through the halls to his first period of math. The hallways were rocky and windy but along them were frames of taxidermy, the first was this weird giant monster, a giant monster, supposedly the ones on land, a giant jaw with razor teeth and tiny arms with claws, strange colorful soft items around parts of its body. After this giant was taxidermy of everyday creatures, many on the lunch menu for sharks. A sea cucumber, tuna, squid, crawfish, oyster, and then a starfish…he stared into the frame seeing his reflection in the glass. It always wanted to ask his mother where he came from but she just ground her teeth like she did when her dinner wasn’t right… after a few moments her smile went rigid and she changed the subject, asking about school or math…but as superintendent, she already knew the answer. He felt queasy like there was a sea tremor but quickly shook it off. But as he did Tony the black-tipped shark rounded the corner, Tentaclopacus shifted to camouflage into the wall as Tony swam past him around another corner, after a few minutes of quiet the starfish shifted his chromatophores back to normal and started walking- Suddenly Tony dashed back around the corner- His eyes hungry staring at the small star. "I knew you were there, Tentafreaklopacus !" The black fins weren't covered in blood this time. (Tony loved beating smaller sharks to death) The clean fins made Tentaclopacus relaxed slightly, then jerked back because that meant Tony was hungry. It shivered like a long-buried memory had scratched its nerve ring. Before Tony got a chance to open his razor mouth, Jake appeared with his deformed face and black pearl eyes. He was the hall monitor because even sharks need that. Because of that, he wasn’t messed with (to his face) oh and he had a sob story of a dead mom.

“What are you all doing??!! Get to class!!” He said with his funky teeth (another thing they made fun of) Jake was the only hall monitor to last this long without getting eaten, maybe it was because of that goblin appearance. “It’s just first period!” Tony whined with his teeth. “Do you want me to write you up?” Jake manifested pen and paper in his fins, death staring the black tipped even with the size difference. Tony yielded and swam away. Before Tentaclopacus could scramble away Jake pinned him to the wall and looked at him with hungry eyes. Then just…let go and left without another word. Finally after all that, Tentaclopacus arrived at his class, it felt like centuries since the late bell had rung. He quietly tiptoed in, keeping low to the ground, ignoring the loud tube feet. The class snickered a bit but most were just boredly hungry of the stupid star. If his mom wasn’t superintendent he would’ve been dead in 3 seconds flat. Tentalocpus sat down at his desk which like in a Japanese cartoon had insults and threats written on it by the class with their teeth. This was math but shark and starfish math were different. Everything was. Sharks counted teeth but starfish counted arms. Shark history was full of blood, starfish history was full of death. Shark science was the science of killing, starfishes didn’t do that sort of killing. Sharkish and the starfish language were different too. (He didn't know the name of his own language)

Tentaclopacus learned nothing from these classes even if it spent nights studying. Even when he failed a class or got beat up Hajula wouldn’t let him leave school. Failing didn’t affect anything. Tentaclopacus had failed grades before but didn't actually fail. When he got bruised the ones who did it were gone the next day, parents and siblings sobbing in Ms. Shell's room quietly. The conch sounded off, wailing its cries for freedom. The starfish waited till most of his classmates were out before crawling out. Sharks still purposefully tripped him. When the small starfish was half way to his next class some salt broke out of his eye spots. He couldn't do this, Tentaclopacus skipped the rest of the day, one of his final mistakes.

It slowly crawled its way to the store, where else could it go other than school? Hiding in the coral reef was the definition of stranger danger. So a store full of sharks would be much much safer! He scooted in the doors hoping no one would question why the automatic doors opened to no one. Tentaclopacus used its Chromatophores to hide among the shell floor, a shell moving was a bit weird though but most sharks just shrugged and ignored it. Shelves filled with “pre-hunted starfish '' some of them look like they could be his siblings…one has a mysterious purple color like the night stars. It felt like it had seen that one before along with some others…but mom had never let Tentaclopacus meet its kind. There weren’t any living ones around to meet. The little star shook all the icky feeling off and scrambled to a less starfish filled shelf. He moved to the safer old wooden shelves where it was easier to hide and used them to move around. He hid behind a can of tuna and observed the sharks, trying to find out the difference in mannerisms that made them so different. However, its eyespot could only see so much and its nerve ring could understand little. A fin suddenly picked the can up with Tentaclopacus holding on for dear life. He tried to not shake with fear, knowing that would be his end. Thankfully the can shook so much that Tentaclopacus fell off right before it was lowered into the cart, he sped away hiding under the shelf that then fell- fell on the shark with the tuna and its pup with a loud roar. Tenteclopse decided it was time to run and did so, making it out with icy shivers haunting him, his muscles refusing to calm.

As his eyespots looked around trying to figure out the way home and NOT GET EATEN. A familiar figure suddenly swam up to him.

Jake, the hall monitor. He guessed school was already over,

Jake’s fangs glinted in the sun as he smiled at Tentaclopacus. The young star felt shivers run down his nerve ring as if traveling through time. “Hey there! I didn’t see you today…did you skip?” he said with a grin, like one practiced in a mirror.

“Oh, well…” The starfish's nerve ring lit up trying to make up a story,

“Well, I wasn't feeling well and I didn't have breakfast so I tried to get some at the store,”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I could bring you food y'know,” The shark licked his lips, dreaming of plated starfish.

“No, no my mom was just busy today, don't worry it's just a one-time thing,” “Well I would hope so, wouldn't wanna have to write you up,” Tentaclopacus was confused, his mom would never take that. Maybe he knew this and that's why Jake quickly switched topics, still smiling with black eyes.

'Well…I was thinking we could hang out sometime?’ His black eyes hit the sunlight. First Tentaclopacus thought they were pearly like his mothers…but as he stared into them. Jake’s eyes were just a void.

“Uhh, no thank you, my mom needs me at home,” Tentaclopacus was horrified of what could happen by saying those few words- or any words- to a predator but what else could the young starfish do?

“Your mom won't be the big man forever!” Jake said, his void eyes now like a black hole, “I’ll show her that, just like Dad told me to!” He yelled that battle cry as he opened his deformed jaws, stretching them out into an impossible length to grab the starfish.

As his vision faded he saw black tips at the edge of the coral.

-There wasn't any pain at first, just dark- But before the fear could even set in the hurricane of blood and guts turned inside out. Tentclopcus remembered everything as the teeth sunk into every nerve. His beak crushed too fast to let out the tiniest cry. Just gone

Tentclopacus’s last thought was, “God, what an asshole I was in his past life.” Not even an arm remained this time.

The end

*Stay tuned for the next story, THE BALLAD OF HAJULA Coming 2026 or 2020never (probably will eventually happen)

Tentaclopacus REAL (this is him, it’s canon)

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Forced open

Forced to reveal

Forced to say, scream, sing

What lays inside of the broken flower

What is inside?

Should you look?

Is it worth it?

Is anything worth it?

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Hello forgetmenot,

Trust you're good.

I love your stories, open for a quick suggestion?

Thank you!

Suggestions are always welcomed!

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Just like flowers

We bloom,

We wilt,

Sometimes for reasons

Sometimes for none

We need help growing

Some have thorns

Some don’t

Beautiful

Wilting

Pretty

Sweet

Deadly

Grow old

Die young

All of us.

Sometimes they’re are reasons

For wilting

For dying

But also not

We are different

But also the same

We sometimes come back

But We are never the same

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Future

While gazing at those stars

Unnamed constellations

I could finally…

Imagine getting older

Imagine, a scene, On a porch with a border collie and a book, looking up at the same stars with my hairs grey

You could never tell me a storm was coming

I just gazed to the stars-

Burning their lights into my memories

As smiles for the future

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Web of lies

Authors note: This is basically a vent piece from years ago (Like middle school so angsty) About abuse and family stuff, so trigger warning for that! I still really like it though so I wanted to post it!

Enjoy!

One “white” lie, another, three “white” lies then there goes another as I talk to the women I call mother. As the lies continue, our voices rise as the tide does. The moon controls the tides while the lies and emotions control us.

We all see these lies as white, harmless specks but we make these lies for survival. The only way to survive the war of this house is lying and manipulation. These lies kill us all more everyday.

Tomorrow never happened the next day. The lies and emotions are buried but they are screaming as someone would while being buried alive. Only at rare moments of giant fights filled with an ocean of anger and exhaust are those screams heard. To each other we are all the people who buried the lies deep within the torn earth. The person who is at fault, who is hated. We all hate each other for we are all strangers that life cursed in the same house. We are all at fault and no perspective will change that and even if one admits it, the others won’t. If they do in a miracle from the god I so despise because of the fool I call mother, they will not change. The burier of the lies is us all and we’ve been here so long that we are stuck in the ground we buried them. We are too exhausted and don’t even remember the life before. I didn’t even have a life before l, maybe that’s why I’m the only one who realizes.

A ex-single mother who got drunk, she still seems drunk, she can’t even control her voice nether-less her emotions. From the dark liquid and the smoke of her cigar, she had a child. She is now happy that she gets to use all of that child’s father’s money. A middle class man who wanted nothing but to retire and relax is now cursed with a daughter. Now he wants nothing more but his flesh and blood to smile and be happy. He will hurt himself to make the child or his own mother just smile. He also now has a cursed old woman, the mother. Who he sees loves nothing but god and all she does is spend his hard earned money.

All of us are strangers that only know about each other at all because we stand each other to be in the same room for a few minutes. Sometimes we talk but then us hypocrites prove that those talks may have just been lies. When she said something then did the opposite that makes her whole argument and opinion a hypocritical lie, does it not? Or do we choose when to lie? Are we as strangers that smart?

If I survive three more years in this house of unpredictable messes and strangers then I can run if I have the energy too. Will I even be able to drive soon or run? The lies have kept me here forever. The people I call parents refuse to talk to me long enough for me to even learn to clean a spill. They refuse to teach me things. Do they destined me to be trapped with them in this web of lies? Mom and dad want this cursed little family to stay together until the lies eventually come for revenge, until blood is stained on the aging house covered in smoke and ash from addiction.

It also doesn’t help that I am different from others. I think differently, I move differently, sheesh I can’t even march in ROTC. The only predictable thing is that everything will stay the same and everything will be buried and everything will stay a lie.

Everything is unpredictable, life itself is but mother’s reactions are very. One day she could scream at you for a mistake, the other she wouldn’t care. The only predictable thing is that everything will stay the same and everything will be buried and everything will stay a lie.

But this is all from my perspective, not theirs. The one born into this place and who couldn’t leave even if they wanted to. I have no memories before and couldn’t possibly have unless there is more to life than just one miserable one. The one who is used so the mother can say that she will have money forever, the one to yell at if angry. I am the child who everyone treats younger unless it’s an argument, I am responsible for the choices that partly made me, me. Not them who raised me, fed me lies and anger. I want to change but it’s hard to, when the definition of survival is lies and manipulation. Everyone thinks this is okay except me.

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1 year WOOO!

It’s been a year since i started posting, thank you everyone for the support!! Im thankful for even 1 read. This account was to motivate myself to write and to put myself out there. And it worked!!! I’m much more productive and happier especially now that I’m in college. I’m planning to even try to publish my works in my college’s newsletter soon!

I think all in all this is a great year, it’s been a year of unstoppable growth- not to say it hasn’t had its bad or that I’m not still growing- but I think all in all I’m just grateful for everything!!!

Thank you all for liking my posts or even just glancing, it makes me happy to know my work is somewhere in this void of the internet.

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DTA SHORT STORY: The Two Analysts

“Guess who’s home!”

The woman walked in, her hair had grown longer from the last time she visited, a visit of blood. The man stood next to vials of various liquids, rats on his shoulders. His hair was a mess of knots. His eyes narrowed as the door slipped open, she was never good at sneaking. Kainat never needed to be.

“Mr. X and Shakesphere say you should leave,” Zebel said petting Shakesphere's head. Both fuzzy rats were content on his shoulder as he stared at the table full of chemicals. Not looking at the woman.

“Who?” She said eyes narrowing as she looked around the makeshift lab, a mess of chemicals and metals.

“I don’t know, I just hear things and name the little guy, one’s a writer or something." Her eyes widened a bit with realization as he said a little,

“Oh, your fucking rats! Those stupid things.“ Her hands almost moved to solidify her feelings but she stopped herself.

“What do I need to do to get you to leave my 75th lab?” The short man said with a sigh.

“This is only the 75th one?” She asked as she picked up a vial set off to the side. She was getting ever so close to him. Zebel ignored her, still staring into the vials in front of him.

“Yeah, ten have been burned 'cause I’m a witch according to humans. While 20 have been because of you." He still refused to look, she wanted to smash the vial.

“Funny, science is witchcraft now,” She smiled as she turned still staring deeper into the vial, Zebel picked up both rats and put them on the floor, they ran to their hidey-hole.

“Technically they’re the same, both come from a need for power,” The shorter man said as he started to organize the vials in front of him, refusing to look Kainat in her crimson eyes. He’d seen what had happened to others far too many times.

She dropped the vial with a crash, a shattering heart. Liquid pooled onto the floor, the color of blood and her eyes,

“I heard that thing has been paying a visit,"

His hands paused, “You want me to poison them?”

“No, no I would never want that,” she said drawing out the t while empathizing never, all lies.

“Should I keep guessing, or are you gonna tell me?” Zebel felt the urge to turn around but ignored it. She didn't respond.

“You really like making people guess, you’re a stereotypical villain.” Zebel continued.

“Eh you know us, we can’t afford to be predictable. You’re the same as me." She stalked closer now right behind him. He refused to turn, his rats scattered in the walls, away from the lingering danger. The air got thinner as she approached.

“Zebel," Her voice acid like always.

“Yes, Kainat?”

“How many of our old friends are alive?”

“Me, you and Hybrid.”

A sword was to his neck immediately once Hybrid's name was spoken.

“Aw, are you sure about that?” Her words were like licorice melting on his skin.

“I know you can’t detect lies, that was Yonna and Yinna’s thing…thankfully they didn’t live long enough for you to kill.”

“I think it’s a shame, now give me all the names. Who gave that thing his medication? Who gave you the recipe?"

“Dr Verna,” She shook her head,

“Callan, Brahma, even Dr. M are all alive according to rumors.” She tsked and pressed the sword to his pale skin, drawing two drops of crimson to match her eyes.

“Do you come here just to torture me? To trick me? Every damn time?”

“No, that's you.”

She withdrew her sword in a flash putting it in the sheath as she walked out. Zebel kept his head down until she shut the door, the darkness consuming the lab even with its glowing vials. Even with his glowing crimson eyes. A much lighter red compared to the deep evil outside.

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Luray of Ghosts

Noises of screams fill the cavern

The water doesn’t look like it.

Another illusion in clear plain sight.

Shells run by time-

Or bombs-

The greatest instrument of god

Bombs

The bats screech,

Their wings cut-

Coughs surrounding even the ghosts

I step into the water

And fall-

Past Pluto’s Ghost

Past Titania’s Veil

To Hades

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Inside The Walls

The Walls of Me Series, Part 5

Authors note: Hey this is a series of writings that's kinda autobiographical, it's gonna be VERY venty and depressing with a hint of philosophy. I don't know how much I'm gonna write for it, I might keep it up for months of years. Enjoy!

Stay safe!

Cw: abandonment, relationship issues, mental illness, mention of past issues, implication of abuse

While these walls keep me safe, they also keep my loves and memories safe. A sentinel to my heart. This will be an introduction to the interior, the buildings, and the lives of me, dear spectator.

One building is a dark grey box made of bricks, it's a whole cafeteria, I sit alone, my hands glued to my ears. Another is a living room. Stuffed animals all around and a cape, dolls, and houses. Frozen yogurt, banana pudding, and a stuffed giraffe are at my side always. My childhood if you ignored the dust and scratching. Next, the ending of that. A blurry building, red bricks, maybe some pillars, glass doors. People chatter around me. It’s a funeral, an open casket, I don’t know who it is. An urn is set on a dirty shelf. I hear a door slam then a click. –

A small baby blue pet store, filled with dogs in small crates. Beagle looks at me, others sleep. He goes and picks out one, wrinkled just like the one before. I pet her as he plays with a peanut butter bone, dad wants her, and I love her even if I didn’t pick her. The cashier asks me, and I say “Chewy” She’s my constant. She breaks anything she can, including her own leg once. She death stares, barks, and licks my hand. We’ve grown up together, even got implants together. Metal detectors hate us both. I love her. But sometimes I worry as the sun sets,

Would she have been better off not in this house of smoke and webs?

The next building is covered in smoke but when you open the door, it's fresh with an open window.. The walls are speedboat blue and the carpet is Ocean waves. Filled with nautical decor, a hiding place in the smoke. Some cobwebs are growing on the ships in a bottle on the corner shelves. Picture frames of some smiles of a little kid. Signed books- so many books, a corner full of books! The walls are covered in, posters of ships, movies, and drawings. A bed filled with warm stuffed animals… but it’s empty as a robbed tomb.

A small classroom in a box decorated with painted flowers, There are posters all around with le and la on the walls. Compliments, and beliefs I can learn. I stay in the corner, silent but I am loved nonetheless.

In the corner we have a giant mansion, most of it is blocked off except for one room. A room of sunlight, but it's not bright. A rainbow bird stuck in a cage, its life being drained while they laugh behind me- I can't unlock it- I compromise, and care for the sweet bird from outside. I make a mistake, I'm pulled away. He’s crying for me, I never wanted to leave. I’m so sorry my Bo Bo I couldn't save you. Maybe one day I can return to you. He’s dying, I don’t want to remember I run out the door, I look to the sky, and my face smiles, let's continue!

The walls also have a theater. A stage where I perform my hands shaking with anguish, I smile after. I want to do it again.

An air of familiarity hits me as I walk into the huge doors. Smiling faces of paper. Books cover the shells, mystical colors, angels, demons, essays, poems, smells of India Ink with a touch of papyrus, some smell of smoke in grandma's house, and some of a decaying whale. smells of markets and dragons with a touch of coffee stains, smells of cloudy memories forgotten in ink and time of the tick-tock, some smell of a shattered hourglass. All of these smelled sprinkled with knowledge and fruitful trees. Feathers and leaves, a nest, eggs being laid in the mind. Some of these smells may sound gruesome but that's what reading is, imagination is. The book fits the smell. This room with the electricity of life is my magical castle. Room to pace, room to organize, a walk, a run, everything’s fun. I am in this place, a quiet stowaway, for I will leave soon. It's still nice, even if the train is due to rip the smiles off. A library of safety.

A dinner with everyone but me The table is set, played clash with cake, salad and some other foods I can’t name. I want the apple juice though. I’m alone once again, on this beige couch with my hands to my ears while they all laugh, I’m not full-blood after all.

There's a whole walled-off city, a parade even with flags of all different colors. A little frog buddy, a hand to hold. But no one’s there, all alone with my colors.

Then near the opposite side, there’s a big building, It's dull with smoke, booze, and time. People love it anyway. Everyone watches as on a small stage, I walk and shake hands. Then the curtains close on everything before. – A beach house, with a mini lighthouse out front. When you open the door it's a house but then there are more doors. Some leading to boardwalks, and one is to a pool of memory, I sink in. The sun burns us all as we laugh, comforted in unfamiliarity, sitting at a small table with scallops and fries in my hand. Sitting at a dock, a fishing line gone with the waves, we laugh, a pathetic thing.. Kids laugh and sob forbade sheep's sleep. Then on a beach, too much sand overflows all the cracks in my skin, I want out as an oriental beetle dies. A puzzle of cards, fruit in my hand. A roller coaster that goes upside down, finally! My spine rocked and a kid's tears. Neither salt the night. Laughter in my soul as I listen to new tunes as the speed fluctuates. My first vacation without my parents, its a pillar I want to keep in the walls, I hope for many more I think as I lay in the old room filled with posters and stuffed animals.

I awake with a jolt as the alarms go off one by one, it’s time for the final stop in this tour.

Warm arms grasp me as I enter the docks, our final stop in the walls. The docks where two adults turn to ash in the wind, a dog barks, and others wave, all waiting for me to return, maybe a bird as well. I won't give up hope. I board the old, dainty ship, rusted with time. A ship filled with Google Docs of my words, my beach of escapism. A voice chat with love and screams in my hand. All sailing towards a dorm with a faceless beast, I shiver. There are gardens around the vessel, One of forget-me-not flowers, one full of marigolds, a rainbow of roses, and outside the pilot house, snapdragons with an azalea in the middle, suffocating it.