Flames eat tragedies

Flames by Venne

I know, I know....this piece is slightly dark. But, dark minds can be pretty good sometimes.

My intention here was to explore a different version of the story I presented last week. Go look at the other piece if you don't remember. The previous premise was a young man who was haunted by a girl he loved and was betrayed by. The same holds constant for this story. However, where the other man was in a calm state of agony, this one's in complete chaos. Additionally, the underlying want for a free life has been gutted and replaced with an insatiable need for the peace of death. 

"Insanity"

My fingers grasp the idea on my mind; they hold back the headache that she causes. The chair beneath me is comfy, but this air is suffocating. I grab a math book off of my desk and throw it at the wall to my left. It collides harshly and destroy some of my roommates valuables.
I yell out in frustration. Here come the tears, so hot and unwanted. She should’ve left me alone, but I still chased her. Always, I’m to blame. 

I yell out once more and fall out of my chair harshly. The ensuing pain can’t compare with the murderous affection of my thoughts. “Chris?” says my roommate’s voice from behind the front door. The doorknob jiggles but the diagonally turned lock allows neither exit nor entrance. “Let me in! I can help you!” He shouldn't care so much. After all, caring only leads to pain.

“No,” I state plainly before getting to my feet and throwing my chair across the room. Tears come harder than ever as my blurry eyes scan the room. One of my roommate’s lighters falls into sight. I pick it up. With a flick, an orange flame flickers to life. My finger goes to its center and the calming relief of burning flesh sends relief throughout my body. “This’ll work.” I smirk, my hand already on the door of the fridge.
“Chris!” He still tries to get through the door, but nothing will work. Fate drives this situation.
The fridge is open wide and I pull out a bottle of Absolut. Opening the bottle, my nostrils take a huge wiff before my mouth is granted a decent swig. No matter what I said, he had to keep bringing this shit into the room. Oh well. At least it’ll rid me of her...her....her! I yell out once more as I tear my shirt to shreds.
I pour a bit of the vodka on my desk, take another swig, and stuff a thin, long strip of my shirt into the bottle. With a flick of my thumb, I light the shirt ablaze. My mouth distorted into a devilish grin, I slam the bottle into my desk. Glass flies in multiple directions as the desk becomes soaked and the flame starts to catch. Unsatisfied, I flick my thumb again and put a new flame to spilled alcohol. This time, everything works as it should.
“What’s going on in there?!” My R.A. yells from outside the door. “Open up immediately!” The doorknob jiggles again before bodies start ramming into the door.
“Too late,” I whisper, insanity on my face. The flame has caught onto everything, and I close my eyes in anticipation of the second when my memories of her will die.

Fate drives me.

~Chris

His Grace

This is something I wrote in the beginning of May. I was feeling kind of down, and I felt so distance from God. So I decided to write this poem describing my feelings along with the truth of God through it. I hope this touches you as it did me, Enjoy!
Grace be with you all
, Alex S.

It feels like fate is pulling you away from me.
Please do not leave me.
I wish I could be with you always.
You have turned your face away from me with sorrow;
For I have loved another.
Do you still love me?
How many more failures will it take
Solely to realize you are the only one for me?


You care for me like a father;
You died for my sake.
It is foolish to ask if you love me.
For you say you love your children unconditionally.
But father, am I even worthy of your forgiveness?

All the sins I have committed,
They are too many to count.
But still you love me,
Thank you. 

Talking

photo by OriGunal

Hey it's Aulene!!!! I wrote this while I was just tired of everything. Adults tend to think very little of young people who have so much potential.


please comment!

"Talking"

You're just talking

Talking down to me

How would you like it?

To be treated like a doll.

Stepped on, thrown, and pulled.

I may be small but I have...

I have... fight

Against it.

I'm done being looked down on

I matter

My grip may not be as strong

But it's strong enough

To keep me standing.

You're just an obstacle

Put in my way to challenge me.

Make me fight

Make me stronger.

You attack me

Words piercing me

"college"

"lazy"

"reality"

I know!

My grip on them may not me as strong,

But it's strong enough to keep me standing.

~Aulene

~APLIW

Deception

Hey guys! Well it has been a while since I have posted, but I am here again with something new that I have just written.  For those who may be confused about what is happening, it is story of someone being tempted by the manifestation of Satan; it shows how he will try and deceive you with things of this Earth. But, if you reject these things, he will stop the masquerade and try to destroy your soul by attacking it fully, and to defeat him we must call on our Savior Jesus Christ to save us.  This is what I have tried to illustrate to you.

Grace be with you all

, Alex S.

^“6 I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting him who called you in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel— ⁷ not that there is another one, but there are some who trouble you and want to distort the gospel of Christ. ⁸ But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach to you a gospel contrary to the one we preached to you, let him be accursed. ⁹ As we have said before, so now I say again: If anyone is preaching to you a gospel contrary to the one you received, let him be accursed.” – Galatians 1: 6-9

   


  It was so peaceful here. The sky was clear, birds chirping in the distance. The only thing that could make it perfect is if she was here. “Who is this 'she' you are thinking about?”
I turned around to see a tall man dressed in a tuxedo looking off into the distance. “Excuse me?”

     I love you…
     He responded without giving me a single glance. “Who is this lady that wish to be with?”
     “How could you possibly know what I was thinking?”
    “Ahh, but you see I am here for you and your benefit only. That was only a parlor trick compared to what I can do.” I looked into his eyes for what seemed a long time, although only a couple of seconds. His eyes seemed to lure me in. And I wanted to know more of what he could do, so I asked him.  He chuckled, “I can give you anything you want, happiness, the love of your life, and even salvation.”
     I raised my eyebrow at the latter statement he made about salvation. “But I am already a Christian...” 

     I love you…
     “You don’t understand son, this salvation is completely free, all you have to do is abandon this faith that you think can save you.” I kept silent leaning closer to him. “You see, this faith in Jesus Christ who supposedly died for you is a lie that everyone tells you to keep you in line and keep you from truly having fulfillment in your life. With me I can have all the peoples of this earth praising your name even after death.”
This was quite the offer, everyone praising me and anything I could ever want in a lifetime. The man’s eyes became wide with anticipation. 
     “Out of curiosity I have to ask, how do you know that everything I believe is a lie?”
     “Well it is quite simple actually, someone made the whole thing up for a story that they were writing, and some of the religious fanatics took the man’s story seriously.”  

     Run from evil…

     I sat there for a moment considering everything he had said. I stood up, looked the man in the eyes and shook his hand. “I’m sorry but I am already taken.” I then started to walk away from the man. Only a moment later I felt myself trapped in his grasp with his arms around me. “What do you want from me?” I gasped trying to struggle free. He leaned his head closer to mine whispering into my ear, “I want your soul.”  I panicked; I needed to get away from this monster. I squeezed my eyes shut praying, pleading with God to save me from this.
     The man was laughing, he was laughing at me and my weakness.

     I am strong in your weakness…

     “I gave you a chance at everything, and you rejected me, so now I will devour you.” He said confidently.

 I couldn’t hold it any longer; my strength was failing me. 
     “God save me! Have mercy on me!” I screamed aloud. And in a blink of an eye I was released from his grip, I looked all around and the man had completely disappeared. I fell to my knees praising the one true God, thanking Him for saving me from death. 

Puppeteer

photo by Zekkeyen

Hey guys it's Aulene! I am back! Sorry I left for a while :( There was a lot going on and just not enough time in the day it seemed. Well, this is a new piece of mine. I wrote it about two months ago, and I got inspiration from an old friend. I really liked him but was done with him toying around with my heart. So I wrote this and...ya! I hope you like it.

Comment please!!!! <3

"Puppeteer"

I run

I jump

I scream

I fall

Down

Down into the damp blades of grass

Shadows clawing at me

Blood spilling with each lash

You were a bad gamble

A stranger in a crowd

An unfamiliar mask

Crying out your soul

Ripping through your strings

The strings that bound you
Bound you to your maker

Your puppeteer

Cut my strings

~Aulene

~APLIW

Fiction Reemerges From the Ashes of Life

photo by unknown photographer

My name is Christopher Shorten, although many of you may have come to know me as "Alex Arlington" (the main character of my two unpublished novels).

It's been over two years since I started this blog by introducing Quinton and I and our innitial writing projects. Since then, I've been criminalized for the material I've posted on this blog, come to love a girl I've seriously wronged, watched our viewership skyrocket, and lost my best friend to tragic times. All-in-all...it's been a hell of a two years, and I hope you all have enjoyed it, because I'm just getting started. After a long hiatus, I am back with new material and a new outlook on the future. 

Out of my new revelation has come some interesting ideas, but this next piece concentrates on an older idea. If you're familiar with my writing, then you're familiar with the contrast I pose between lust and love. In essence, I think the contrast fuels much of my social ideology, but I'll let my words speek for me once more

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"Love, tell me lies. I want you near."

“Sing for me,” she whispers so sweetly unto my ear. The chill of her candied breath shakes my sleepless mind. “Tell me what you think. I want to know, everything.”

“I’m not so sure,” I mutter, enjoying the constant flow of her breath behind me as we stand under a massive archway. No crowd passes. No birds chirp. Alone, in silence and peace we stand, and there we stay. “Will you still feel the same?”

“Won’t you sing for me? Solely of all the beauty you’ve seen in me, in this place.”
“But beauty can’t be seen, only felt. For what purpose should I sing of a feeling?” She wraps her delicate arms around my neck, over my shoulders. Delicate, soft, and tan, her hands grasp each other upon my chest as her lips crawl closer toward my ear.
“But the feeling has been felt, no doubt. What could be so bad about singing what your heart knows true?”
“But...But...” I stammer, “my heart has yet to know you...”
“Surely it has!” she exclaims softly still. “Your body has known me several times. The heart is of the body.”
“But the body is not of the soul,” I interject
“Then throw it aside.” She nibbles upon my ear so delicately that a shiver comes once more. I can swear the birds have upstarted yet again, for surely angels must be singing a tune in my favor.
“You are stubborn, but lovely; sexy, yet flawed.”
“Thank you, now sing,” she tempts me still, but the words fail to come.
“I cannot.”
“Surely...”
“I cannot! I cannot! I cannot! Must you hear it three times more?!” Her lips back away from my tender ear.
“Not even for me?”
“My heart, and I alike, have yet to know you, so what could you possibly mean?” Her arms retreat and she steps ‘round to twelve o’ clock. She’s lovely, but holds nothing for a man without lust.
“Am I not the fairest?” she states with a cute expression.
“A goddess you may be, but beauty escapes you,” I sing out, bringing red to her face. Embarrassment follows my words but a fury covers her face all the same.
“If you must be so base!” She slaps me with a toughened hand without hesitation. I take the blow, hold my ground. Not pride, but assurance grasps my soul as I stare plainly into her wanting eyes. “I shall leave.”
“You were never here anyways,” I mutter. With that, she fades to the air and my people return, walking through the archway and around the world, alive before my eyes. The birds sing and the cherubs greet me with the sight of love. “Nora,” I whisper as she replaces the former entity.
“Tom,” she whispers as tears mark her face; she runs to embrace me. I hold her tight; for I’ve known her many times before. “Will you sing for me?”
“Always,” I whisper into her ear. “My heart is yours to keep; my sins, yours to destroy. Just never leave. I’ll be all you’ll ever need.” A gust erupts to mark the sore ear left by the goddess. In her voice, it whimpers still:
“Why couldn’t I be her?”

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Next week will bring new posts from the other writers still on staff (a few have left our group during my hiatus). If you have any questions, comments, etc. feel free to leave them below, and I'll respond quickly. Until next time, my unknown friends.

Fate drives me.

Christopher A. Shorten