: About Me

This is the story of man by default of age. Loved by none but liked by many. See the man that laid down in that frosty road's fork taking neither paths and sleeping miles before his allotted time. He did not rage against the dying of light. Now that it's after midnight, we can safely say he did not even notice. He use to be awkward but popular. Not you fourth of july firecracker, but maybe just your bug zapper on memorial day. This can be said of him though, he did not die.
His words use to scream forth at creation and the sky above with "I AM". Now he silently wonder why he is instead of someone else. His mind brakes with thoughts but he still wonders. Maybe he still has time to be someone. Maybe he can even rise, instead of the growing fantastic failures that himself believing in. If he can stand, if he can walk, if he can run, can he thrive?
He wants his fire to extingush one day. Some may misinterpret this as sucidal. They forget, the match has yet to be lit. He doesn't want to move men and women, he wants to move through men and women like piss and dancing; heat and rhythm. He doesn't want to be Prometheus, he wants to be the fire. He wants to keep you warm and burn if you ever forget his fury.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The apocalypse

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It came on a Wednesday. We all thought we would meet the new age with fear and anger. We didn't expect the laughter. On December 21, 2012 time ceased. With no rational measure or perceived placement of points in motion life continued. People died and people were born and on more than one occasion people celebrated their fifty-fifth birthday before they were born. We watched our friends die and then we promptly took the recently unceased out drinking to celebrate their eventful lives. There we stood stripped of watches and calendar, looking into the naked here-eternal. We could do nothing b...

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