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 Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 5:15 pm
Tao Kai Tze "It's funny how I feel drawn to this place around this time every year. It's like it has some strange hold over me. Like it wants me to be here."
His eyes guided themselves across the remains of the facility as they had done oh so many times before. Each time he felt it would be his last visit, but he always came back, and now, somewhere deep down he felt a certain acceptance in knowing that somehow he was linked inexplicably to this place. Maybe that was the road to forgetting completely, putting at peace his unrest and the constant struggle to remove himself entirely from his past. The building stood, a deathly monument in the midst of a now dense and overwhelming forest which echoed beauty at every turn. And as his eyes watched the heavy vines creep their way across the outer walls he felt as if the forest was trying to take back the spacious area that had been cleared to create this structure. The once dusty ground on the forecourt had seemingly been overtaken by the grass, leaving what could only be described as a blanket of green carpet that swayed in the light noon breeze. He smiled.
Tao Kai Tze "We will always be here. Somewhere."
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 7:18 pm
Far, far away. Another place, another state, another country, but simply thousands of miles away. High in the air, suspended by steel girders, concrete, and plexiglass, a man stared down at the city that never slept. His chest was bare and in his hand was a glass of fine liquor, he sipped thoughtfully and quietly, mindful of the woman sleeping in his bed. His eye constantly flickered over to a clock affixed on the wall, the bright red shining "3:01" The man sighed, feeling a pain in his chest that echoed throughout his mind, body, and soul. He drew the glass to his lips and took in a long sip, letting the drink burn in his throat as it found its way down.
"We were heroes. Goddamn heroes."
The words slipped out of his lips on their own accord, the sweet honesty surprising the man. Immediately, memories flashed through his mind and old scars began to ache. Silent tears rolled down the man's cheeks, but he stood his ground, resolute and proud.
And all the while, he was smiling.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:54 pm
'An ordinary man, an ordinary life. That's all that I'm made of. I have an average wife in an average neighbourhood with below average self esteem.'
"Ugh"
He read over the lines again.
"That's awful. Really awful."
Sighing he catches a glimpse of a book of speeches and it was then that it hit him.
"That's it! I'm sick of writing about ordinary people in their ordinary lives. We have them all over. I want something more, something more than a man should ever be, something that maybe... just maybe, a man should never be!"
Jumping up he heads to the bookshelf
"But... what?"
a couple of minutes pass and still he has no ideas, no theories, no nothing.
"Urgh, I'm probably too tired, it's five am."
With that he turned to walk away, but caught himself, and with a crash and a bang he'd brought not only himself to the floor, but a ten shelf bookcase as well.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 4:57 pm
The flight back to his apartment had been a rough one, fraught with turbulence and atrocious food, if it could even be called that. It had upset his stomach something fierce and as he dragged himself from the taxi and made his way to his front door his head began to get gradually lighter, he swooned as he attempted to slot the key in the door. Missed. Again he tried but to avail. Third time lucky and he stumbled to the couch, the door slamming firmly shut behind him.
As he flopped back the dizziness made his vision continually more incoherent, the television blurred into the photo frame, which in turn blurred into the door. It was unbearable, his stomach churned and as it did he felt that queasiness. He leant over the side of the coach and then it came, wrenching pure blood, that sickening taste of iron in his throat. He stared at the ground for a moment, before it became the coffee table, and then the ceiling. He closed his eyes but that sickness was still there.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:29 pm
The sun was shining and the day was beautiful, going by in a blur as Ksrugi jogged on and on. He felt the sweat pouring profusely as he worked his body, his feet was drumming out a steady rhythm and his posture was stiff. His iPod switched songs and immediately Muse's "Butterflies and Hurricanes" rang out in his ears.
"...battles have begun..."
He hurried as he crossed a street, ignoring a foul mouthed taxi driver and taking a special moment to smile at a woman as she chanced a look at him. He kept up a strong pace and then crossed ran straight into Central Park.
"...revenge will surely come..."
The smile on his face slowly dropped and the green on the park started to fade away. He could see long, dark hallways in his mind, places he tried to leave in the darkest corners of his mind. Sounds started creeping out at him, lacing itself with the music and pouncing at him.
"...your hard times are ahead..."
Immediately, he felt his heart plunge and his scars ignited again in pain. In his mind, he saw monsters coming after him, horrible mutations and zombie creatures alike. And leading them was a she-witch, an abomination straight from Hell itself. Chi raised a gun and, with a delighted laugh and a toothy smile, fired a shot at him. Ksrugi fell to his knees and instinctively ducked away from sight, hiding underneath a large bush. It came and went in no more than five minutes, but the visions tortured and taunted him with no mercy.
In his mind's eye, he saw the path of a frenzied animal trying to escape a cold, calculating predator. There was no chance he could escape. turning corners and having more than his share of lucky misses, he could see the light at the end of the hallway, but lost his wind too soon and went tumbling down. But before the monsters could descend and tear him apart, the vision broke apart and all he could see were leaves.
Giving himself just a moment to reorient himself, Ksrugi got up and hurried home, not trusting himself in the open for a moment longer.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:57 pm
He awoke groggily, his head heavy and his eyes bloodshot from the retching. A pool of blood stained the carpet. As he struggled up from the sofa what could only be described as a faintness and a cloud of anxiety worried him. He sat back down.
"Get ahold of yourself."
The words mumbled under his breath, despite the fact the house was empty.
"Lets try that again."
He stood up, the anxiety still there. Moving slowly with unsteady pace he got to the kitchen. Opening the bottom drawer of what appeared to be a utility cabinet, he fumbled for something, his hands felt clumsy.
He took a step backwards, finding what he needed. A syringe. As much as he wished he could have blamed the sickness on the airline food, he couldn't. This was something much worse.
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