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Religious Ramblings God has turned his back on us, pulled back his angels and allowed the demons of our world to run rampid. People believe that this world is just a test, to prove your worth for the entrance into Heaven. It is a lie. He has sealed the gates and tried to forget about his only mistake. Why wouldn't he? It's only logical. His name is known as perfection and yet his attempt has failed miserably, who would he want to know about this diaster? Nobody. We are the mistake, we are the accident, the unruly child who the parent hides from the world. There is no Dr. Phil, no second chance. We were already given the chance to redeem ourselves when God sacrificed his only son for us and we went back to our old ways. What a great way to repay them both. He sheds tears as he looks down upon on, feeling disappointment deep in his bosom. We are oblivious to it all, oblivous to the fact that we've been turned away from the castle in the sky. We continue killing, stealing, lying, hurting, and ignoring without a second thought. We see the hungry people, we see the bums, we see the ones who have caused they're own hell but we help none. We continue on, ignoring the blemishes of life with disgust, not realizing we are exactly like them in a more refined view. We are the skum of Heaven, the angels pity us but leave us to our self made Hell, hoping one day we will repent and join them yet again. We wont. We shall remain as the blemish on the perfect world. Perhaps.
Prompt Me Ramblings Shut that dog up!, he thought angrily as he walked down the street, bathed in the annoying yaps of some tiny dog. Lately everything annoyed him, even the things he used to love. His girlfriend was pissed because he couldn't talk to her without yelling or sighing every few minutes and all of his friends now bluntly ignored him. He didn't care anymore though, he had stopped pretending and was going to take the outcomes with a glare. No more smiles, he thought numbly, all thats left is pain and hate. He hadn't always been like though. No...one time he had cared, one time he had felt. That was before she had come into his life though, before he had fallen in love and then had it yanked away.
The patient lie quietly, thats what my mother always told me. We had to live in hiding, away from the immortal world. The vampires had taken over many years ago and mother had always told me to wait patiently for our return to power. She was an optimist, mother was. I, on the other, was a realist; not necesarily a pessimist but truthful with myself. How could a handful of pathetic, weak and easily corrupted people take down an entire empire of immortal beings? They were superior to us in almost every way. Except one. These weren't like your everyday story vampires who couldn't walk in daylight, flinched at the smallest bit of garlic or took off running whenever crosses or stakes came in view. The only problem they had was that they fought even more than humans. If humans were mean vampires were vicious. They fought amoung themselves over the silliest little things and their pride was equal to none. Because of their immortality grudges and even wars could last decades without even a thought towards the end. All we had left was to hide in the shadows, in the crevices of the world, and hope that one day they would kill each other out...
The sun shone down with a vengence, making the ever hot deser even hotter. Many had gotten sick on our voyage from the broiling to freezing tempeture changes that night and day brought with them. Those who fell were weak. Those who fell were left. Our voyage could afford no weak, we couldn't dare to stop. We were on a trip; and it was more important than anyone else here. This trip was to save our race, or atleast continue our lives a little longer. The vampires had made their presence known and ignore them happily as before. A small sigh escaped my lips, seeming to bounce off of the dry sand and sizzle. This was no place for humans, this was a home to beats, to...immortals. I had never said the world and barely allowed myself to think it, it was to much like giving up. How could you fight a group of immortal beings? Especially after trecking through this blistering sand, freezing nights, little or no water and, possibly worse of all, low morale of your troops? Go ahead, think, mull it over. You can't. I take a quick sweep of our remaining people, three very sore looking men and one women. Suprisingly enough, she was doing better than any of the others. Many jokes had been made about the need of a women (who our tribe holds very little respect in) on this trip but it would've been disrespectful to come alone. Nilia, the girl, was about 16 years and had worked harder for this trip then any of the men, expecting the best but preparing for the worst. My eyes lingered over her for another moment before I turned back to the never ending sand, searching for the end.
She always said that life would move on without her. That the world didn't revolve around her, and she was right I guess. The world didn't...but mine did. No matter how many comforting words she spoke to me every loving word she had ever said replayed in my head, made louder by the fact that I would never hear them again. Not from her atleast, and that was what mattered most. For quite a while I had been hell bent on joining her, hearing her words again. People had tried to remind me that I didn't believe in heaven but she deserved it, there had to be. Even if there wasn't, life would be better dead and unfeeling than living on with this gaping hole in my life. She was my everything, she was my life. Simple. But I carried on and watched the world move, just like she said it would. Mine only moved on in the hopes of someday joining her, in the thrill that everyday brought us closer. I lived my life waiting for death, opening my arms and embracing it. Begging it. But still I grew older, I watched the seasons change. Still I waited. Now as I sit in the woods and watch this stream carry on I look at you, amazed that time hadn't changed us either. I can't remember what we looked like but each of us radiated joy and happiness. She had waited for me too. She had always loved me. Now we could spend our eternity together in happiness, without others, without regret and without bitterness. We had grown up but we had grown together in the years.
The flowers bloom in winter and whither in spring. Time had changed, all had stopped. There was time yet no time passed and time passed only when there was no time. Nobody knew the cause, it just...changed. Out of nowhere the very fabric of time decided to up and change. No memos, no warning, no seven days, nothing. It seemed like everything was falling apart. Everything. The whole world. One day you would be living your life as normal and you'd go to sleep when you thought it was appropriate only to discover an hour had passed while you slept deeply. The disturbing part, I guess, was really that when you woke up and saw that a thought crept into your head, edging its way, pulling at your own fabric. What if you had slept days? Years? What would you do if you woke up with a beard? Or long silvery grey hair that appeared over night? Personally, the first thing I always did was run downstairs and check on my family, insure that no harm had come to them, only to find them bustling about like they had been an hour ago. Our whole world was thrown upon the rocks and we balanced uneasily, striving to adapt.
"I'm in the mood for lovin'," was playing on the radio as they held onto each other and swayed. It was the prom of their senior year and they were each going to schools on the opposite side of the country. Silently they had acknowledged that it wouldn't work out as they calmed the other by telling them they would. His eyes caught hers and they smiled while their eyes filled up with tears. As the song ended they lingered in their spots before a group of mutual friends ran up and chatted noisily, oblivious to the pain the lovers were silently suffering. Their hands where tightly woven together and both refused to let go the whole night, there was only a week or so before they would be split for life. Split for good. Each of them would leave a majority of themselves when they left for college. After four years of dating, loving each other and getting to know each other better than themselves it would be amazing if they could leave without it happening. They walked out the door and watched each other as they drove away, more being said in the look than the whole night had provided. They never saw each other again.
It was the best and worst day of my life. One on hand, my car had just been crushed into a unbelievably small crevice. (That's the bad side in case you hadn't caught it.) But on the other I met this adorable police officer who was assigned to my case. His name was Mark, he was a rather new police officer and was doing this as a part time job while going to college. A college I happened to be attending. Being with Mark was the best thing that ever happened to me, we had many many good memories. He was amazingly sweet and gentle for a cop (Sterotype: most cops are rough and mean. Not true.), taking me out on long walks and just sitting under the stars and cuddling with me. Don't ask, I'm just a sap like that. One night, we were feeling particularily lustful when he was called out on an urgent case (Sigh. That's always my luck.). It was suppose to be our first time, Mark had just proposed to me and I couldn't have been happier. With sad looks and promises to see each other as soon as possible he left, carrying his socks in one hand and gun in the other. I stretched out on my bed and wished patterns into the ceiling while imagining the next time we would see each other. Our wedding. Our future. But...it wasn't meant to be. That night was the last time I would see him. A shooting broke out between the two parties, who were, not suprisingly, drunk and Mark was right there to take the bullet. My life crashed down around me and for the longest time I could hardly get out of bed and face the day with his memories let alone function in day to day life. My love, my only love, was taken away from me cruely on the happiest night for both. Granted it was the night that was happy and the next day that was horrid, for that was when I recieved that dreaded call, which is why I can not honestly say that that night was the worst and best of my life. Instead I chose another day precious to me that was mingled with pain, the first day we met. Mark, oh Mark, I love you.
Reallybored123987 · Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 09:54pm · 1 Comments |
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