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Dog of Science part twoJames stopped in front of his door and fished around in his pocket for his keys, which was a harder with his arms full and being numb from head to toe. After successfully finding his keys he proceeded to try and unlock the door which came with little success until the fifth time jammed it towards the key hole. He was barely able to turn the key hole since he was shivering so hard. He eventually got the door open and walked through the doorway. "Good evening James," Grace said in a monotonous voice "You have 1 new message." His heart sank; this wasn't going to be pleasant. He set the dog down on the couch, who was still wrapped and sat in one of his dining room chairs. "From?" James questioned almost rhetorically; he figured he already knew the caller. "Miss Sarah Jones, sir." Grace responded. James sighed "You don't say? Well let's hear It than." James was very reluctant for this moment, but he figured it couldn't be all bad right?
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" The words rang throughout the
Journals and stormsIt's odd the way we act around others.
The masks we put on, the charades we pull, and for what? Approval? Romance? Nostagia?
As people we are social creatures, we hope and strive for something more than just simple interactions, and for these things we wear different masks, for some to hide the very essence of what makes us unique, and special. Others take these things and wear them on their sleeves as buttons, or medals, or whatever their heart fancies. What causes a man to make a mask?
Fear? Pain? Greif? Guilt? Perhaps society is the cause? For those who are broken and hide behind their masks. In fear of the pain that other's may bring. It's interesting though, watching folks run around hiding themselves as though they may be devoured by some fierce beast for the very thing they are. Many hide behind masks for so long and believe they themselves are the mask Some, like myself, choses masks of silence, or violence, or bitterness to hide from those who seek to break the words in
PTSDFire blazed over the fields of Karak, gunfire and explosions disturbed the usual silence. The smell of rotting corpses pervaded the nostrils and occasionally tripped up the soldiers of each side. The soldiers were those of the physically strong Canines, and the flexible Felines. One particular soldier was dragging one of his comrades back to the med. Tent. His fur was gray and tabby striped and his friend was ginger and his uniform was torn open with blood stained bandages and his ginger fur was matted. "Don't worry buddy we've only got about ten meters to go " The Gray one muttered and clenched his teeth as bullets whizzed past him, some coming within mere centimeters of his left ear. "Hey Heber, can you hear me? Come on buddy stay with me!" Suddenly his left ear twitched, something didn't seem right. He looked around as he heard a whistling sound, which first started quietly and then grew. He quickly re adjusted his friend and ran towards the tent, but was soon knocked off his f
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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