Multiminded

“Don’t Leave Me!” The teenager wandered down the street, drowning in his own thoughts. Thought's of his mother, his life, and his past. None of these were particularly a pleasent thoughts. Far too much pain lied in them. It hurt so much to think about them. Suddenly, the young man was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of sobs. Just up the street, there was a girl. She sat crying on the steps of an apartment building. For some reason, the boy was reminded of himself. She showed on the outside the pain he felt in his heart. The girl looked up as he approached her, wiping the tears from her face. "What's wrong?" the boy

                                                      Edge The young man looked down over the wasteland below. The 18 stories seemed to stretch out before him, as if beckoning him down to the waiting street. He sat on the edge, watching his tears fall. He didn't know anymore how long he had sat here. Time no longer had meaning when he looked out at the world from his aching soul. He looked out over the city, a gray, desolate wasteland that only made him feel more alone. Looking out, he spotted the statue of an angel on the building across from him, and again his tears flowed anew as he was reminded of his love. His whole life he had been al

                                                In Death's Eyes                The soldier stood there, waiting as the horse trotted back. Twenty thousand more stood around him, watching thier mounted leader return. Negotiations were over, and by the looks of the general they hadn't gone well. His solemn expression was deepened by the concerned lines in his forehead. The soldier looked around himself again. The men were all nervous, and so was he. They knew what was to happen next. They would charge, and people would die. He looked across the field. The armies seemed evenly matched. The enemy was prepared. In fact, they seemed to have looke

It's Not Real The small boy stood, staring at the grave. Tears ran down his face. It wasn't right, it just wasn't. Nothing was ever right for him. His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind, and he looked up to the sky, caught in his memories. This shouldn't have happened. His entire life he barely even existed. It was all he remembered. He had no friends, everyone around him though he was strange. He barely knew his father. He had been forced to leave the boy's mother long ago. His mother had shown him only false love, pretending that she had cared about him, but always he knew that she didn't really feel it. She couldn't even if she wanted to

Cry for the Living "I do not cry for the dead, for their hurt has ended. They feel no more. I cry for the living, for they must continue on. Continue in their suffering and pain. So come to me my enemies, That I may weep for you no longer." ~Andrew Blankenship~