# 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.'
"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?
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.
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.
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
Fallen SoldierThe world around me fell when I saw your body on the ground. You were alone, weren't you? For years I protected you with my power and yet, I let you die here alone in this forsaken place. Falling to my knees, I look at you, unbelieving of what had happened. You can't be dead. You just can't.
All those times I woke to your smiling face or the times you had cooked dinner for everyone? You were the one person who held us all together in order to keep us from fighting with each other. You were the dearest friend that I ever had. Even if at times I was mad at you, you always came back with a smile.
I felt the warmth of someone's hand on my shoulder, bringing me out of my despair for but a moment. No longer finding the strength in my legs, I stay there rooted to the spot. I have to pull myself together. The others, they need me to lead them now right? How could I lead them after you just went and got yourself killed? Do they expect me to march on like a soldier without dwelling on this? I su
Day DreamsIn the first row and closest to the door, and yet, she still felt boxed in. With her back against the cold wall, she stared out the window instead of the PowerPoint her teacher had prepared for class. The banter her teacher told the class fell on her deaf ears. She had better things to do than to pay attention to a class she already knew the language.
The gray wall from the building next to the one she sat in now, held more interest than the lesson. Why? Simple, she could play her story on it. Staring out the window, she found herself day dreaming about that grand adventure she would one day have. For years she had convinced herself, her life was better than what it was. She had some purpose here instead of just being a student and trying to make it in the world just like everyone else. Deep down she had not given up this dream even as the years continued to go by and she grew older little by little.
The sound of her name called her back from her day dream of being the hero for t
Easier To RunRunning, that's what he always did. Ever since that day, he could no longer face the others with a smile. How could he? For the hundredth time he had been betrayed by someone close to him. How much more hurt did he have to endure until he could no longer take it?
His usual spot was empty, the one place he could always hide away. Good, no one knew of this place. He would finally be at peace. It was the only place that he could show the emotions he had hid from most of his friends. He had always been the one that everyone could come to, but he finally had enough. He was able to grow angry at those who shoved him to the side. He could finally show how his parents upset him for leaving him behind once again after they promised they could finally be a family again. They wanted so many things from him and he was still too young for half the responsibility they gave him. Why did they expect so much from him?
He had to be strong for the others. To be the support to the ones who looked up to hi
Courage FoundShe felt small compared to the crowd around her. Every day she felt as if the tide and current of the entire daily lives of others would sweep her away. Every face she glanced at, evil glares and threatening questions filled her head. Were those people really saying any of the things in her head? Perhaps, but only they would know for sure.
Lost on her way, she looked at the cross road. Four directions, yet only one will take her the way she needs to go. To her left and right would lead her to the unknown, going forward would bring her to her classes. The last option was to turn back and go home to comfort, peace, and most of all familiarity. Could she really make it through this day? She was the wall flower people forgot until they needed to use her.
Sadly, there was no bright light to show her the way. No magic trick to call upon to help. She had to cope with it, on her own. To try and fight these feelings so deep down that they scream to be released.
Years of hiding herself, keeping
Gilbert's ExileGilbert stood there and look around. He had opened up his shop for nearly an hour and yet it was practically empty, save for the usual company men who came for coffee. Still, it only made three in the cafe, including himself. He glanced at the paper at the counter as he wiped a cup in his hand. He could not bring himself to actually read it today. What did it matter to him? Before long, he would end up losing this cafe just as he had lost her.
The small bell on the door jingled and danced as a college boy stepped in. The only other regular customer since Gilbert opened the cafe. Just like the company men and any other customer that Gilbert had recently, they only came for his coffee. The young man seemed to enjoy the cup before studying. He always seemed to have some sort of textbook with him he would read extensively. Knowing his order, he went to prepare the young man's coffee. For whatever reason, the young man would always sit at the counter instead of at a table. Gilbert didn't un