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Jack In The Box Ep 8Jack walked, drudging his feet as he went, not knowing exactly where to go, or what to do. For almost the first time in his life he was at a loss. He was trapped in a box that he had crawled into. The way back was impossible, because there wasn't enough room to maneuver, but the way in front was pitch black. Jack was afraid, not of the darkness, but of the unknown. He thought to himself how his adolescence was getting the better of him, maybe his raging hormones had interfered with his cold calculating logic. Maybe he should go back. But he couldn't do that, his pride prevented it. He would probably never see his father again, but it wasn't that bad. His father was a drunken idiot, his former shine had been rusted over with the stank of brew.
Feeling cynical and superior now, Jack forged with a light spring in his step. He decided that, with his new found freedom, the first place he'd venture to is the VRcade. Jack reached into his pocket absentmindedly, something was odd. He wiggled h
It's Dark Chpt 1I readied myself to explore the cave. A fortnight ago it had opened itself after I readied myself to explore the cave. A fortnight ago it had opened itself after a landslide caused by heavy rainfall. I had been debating with myself whether or not to explore it on my own terms or hire someone to do it. After some reflection I decided to venture it alone. I had a good bit of spelunking experience under my belt, and the equipment to do it.
I situated my pack, then started on the path that led to the cavern. As I went I listened to the whisping of the wind through the trees, the snap of twigs under my feet, and the quiet of the sun. As I reached the place, I could see places where the turbulent earth had ripped itself asunder. It's newly awoken breath lingered in the air.
Then, the gaping maw of the earth came into view. Jagged bleak stones riddled all around. They were a strange white color, not an off white but a really crisp starched white. Like it was almost glowing with a hint of blue
Who am I?I am the dark in the night
I am the fear in your heart
I do all that you may not
And I can take all that has been begot
I am the knight in the dark
And I am the sorrow you see in yourself
I am the burning ice in your soul
And I do unto all what they so desire
I am the do gooder
I am the worse for wear
And I am a sunken cynical cyst
That lies deep within the confines of your mind
I am you,
I am your mother
And everyone you know and do not
I am the bat that flies into the darkest caves
I come out tainted with the blood I have reaped
With which I sow the seeds of fear in all who oppose me
And I am but a man.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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