The Forgotten Twin THE FORGOTTEN TWIN I was released with millions of my kin into a long, winding tunnel, each trying to beat the others, each of us racing to our destination, the supreme goal. I was ahead of the pack, nearing the mark, the place where I would receive the ultimate gift: Life. At the end of the path, I crashed into a large object. I stood for a moment, baffled. The others soon came crashing in behind me. Some bounced off of the object mindlessly over and over, others swam around aimlessly, dismayed that the prize they were promised was nowhere to be found. I examined my obstacle; it was warm and welcoming. It seemed to be beckoning me into it. I plunged into the object and dug, forcing my way into the center, where my prize lay in wait. I wanted it. I needed it. I found the center of the object, a small hollow space w
The Color BlackBlack.Everything is black.All you see is darkness.You cant move.You feel it squirming around every inch of your body, as if it were alive.The moment you open your mouth to scream, it fills with bitter tar, blood, sludge and filth.Your lungs instantly fill up with the infinite black substance.Soon you will die, remembering only the smell of sulfur and death.You will die hearing nothing but the screams of a thousand men and the cackling of crows as black as the tar that has engulfed you.You will die knowing nothing but the color black.
A Theraputic ScombridaeMy lunch tableA theraputic essayMy lunch table has maybe two decent people sitting at it, not including myself.To the left of me there's Raphael, a skinny polish kid with a faux hawk and glasses, he loves to talk, I mean he REALLY loves to talk, and when he does, he'll be shooting words at you so fast you won't know what the fuck he's talking about. The stories he'll be squawking at you will probably involve a time where he saw this guy, and he did this thing, and it was just SO FUNNY, dude, and you'll just nod and grin, acting like you understand, but you don't understand, and you wish he'd shut the hell up.Sitting next to Raphael is a giant canvas with a shitty drawing of jessicas little brother. Jessica, who is the one who drew the painting, is sitting next to the painting, getting her stds all over the chair. Jessica is the kind of girl who is too ugly and bitchy to date any guys in th school, so instead she dates 21 year old losers in college. She's all about free s