# 62: Dominating The World'I can't let them know of my plans' he thought as he followed the group through the rest of the library. 'I have to make sure they don't find out how Nathaniel died.'# 62: Dominating The World by xiatewolfdemon
"Ash are you okay?" Elliot asked as the other two in their group continued towards the section where Nathaniel had last been.
Ash nodded his head, not trusting his voice. If it wavered or there was something Elliot heard, well, he would be done for. Ash really did want to tell Rulic, Cameo and even Elliot about the truth, but in all honesty he was scared. Would they even forgive him for having killed Nathaniel even if it wasn’t necessarily his fault? He was being possessed during that point so it really wasn’t his fault, right? Running his hand through his red hair, Ash just trailed behind the rest of the group.
Of course it had been his fault. Ash had no resisted whatever force had told him to kill his best friend. No matter how he protested, or told himself not to do it, he had. He had killed his best friend
A Choice Must Be MadeFor years I thought writing was my gift, my passion. Yet looking around at others I wonder if that's the truth. Every day I encourage others to write, for years I am a pillar for those close to me. But where is my pillar? I have no one to direct me to lead me; no light to guide my path. For now I continue my passion, but lately all it seems to be is a chore or something I have to do. Where did the fun go? Where was the magic I felt for writing all those years ago? Did I do something wrong? Am I not cut out for this? All those thoughts, are they normal?A Choice Must Be Made by xiatewolfdemon
Everyone else has some sort of confidence in themselves, but I have none. What have I done wrong that I cannot seem to find the right path or door to open? Someone once told me if there is no door then just make one. But how? Reading my work all I see is where it needs help and no one to tell me how. Is this really how a writer should be? To doubt one's self until they want to quit? The only question that would remain if I quit would be
ConflictionsHow do you tell someone no? How do you tell them it's not what you want? Or it's not for the best? They only want to do things because they have no clue how selfish they are. They tell you, go away and start your own life. They tell you to go live your life, to go fly away from the nest. But after four months, they ask you if you want to come back.Conflictions by xiatewolfdemon
You've made a life for yourself now, of doing the chores and taking care of the apartment. You made a few friends and are kept busy, yet you have done what they asked. Everything they wanted you to do. It’s hard doing it all yourself, but you enjoy it. But they are telling you to come back home to live in comfort closer to home, but you don't want to. Just another year and then you’ll be done with school and then it's off to find a job. Yet they talk about bringing you home and telling you they miss you. It's all lovely right?
I've lived with you for far too long. You'll use me and yell at me, all for the sake of having so
FlightsSitting there, she looked in front of her. It was warm, almost to the point of suffocation since the stale air of the plane blew on her head gently. The voice of the steward filled the plane as small chatter continued. Yet even with the pleasant atmosphere surrounding the flight, there was a sinking feeling. It was deep in her gut as she sat there glancing out the window. The plane was still waiting for approval at this point.Flights by xiatewolfdemon
This was not her first time flying, but regardless, the feeling was still there. It was always there. Why? Because the fear she felt could never go away and she knew that. It was not a fear of the flight crashing or some other rare occasion, but rather the fear of the pain she knew she would feel in her ears. There was nothing to prevent it. This was the thing she hated most. The fear of pain that would course through her and throb through her ears.
Yet, as she nervously glanced around, waiting for the plane to start to get it done and over with, the one beside h