Still Dying

Every day I feel the supreme hold that I have upon this world slowly release itself.  I am being drawn into a monster that I am trying so hard to control.  Deep down, though, it crawls.  It wants to surface and with each blow that you throw upon me I feel my hold on its bindings fade.  Watch yourself because before long your going to throw that one last blow and the monster will be free.  On that day I will die and another "thing" will take my place.  I will cease to exist as the thing that I was meant to be comes into existence.  Don't push what you can not control.  These are the warnings now you must watch the chaos that you have unleashed because the beast has been released. 

Innocence doesn't always prevail.

The sound of thousands of people shouting for my death is a feeling of which I have found comfort with.  The darkness in my mind that clouds my true reason has taken a hold of me and bonded me in the darkness of which I can see no return.  You whisper in one ear, telling me that things will be OK, that I have not truly fallen, that I must rise above the people outside my window shouting insults and driving mental stakes made of words through my very soul.  In the other ear I hear the truth.  I hear some telling me that there is no hope that I cannot see the light at the end of this tunnel because there is none.  How can I listen to the soothing lies that you tell me when the truth is disturbingly close to my home front.  I am sorry to tell you this but there is no going back from where I have fallen and I have given up.  There is no point.  There is no time and no place for me now.  I shall walk my way up to that executioner's stage and watch as the world condemns an innocent man to die for a crime that they are convinced he committed.

Too Far

        Waking from the sleep he never remembered entering, Stan Curnel, opened his eyes and attempted to look about him but his eyes had not adjusted yet and therefore e could not see anything more than a few inches in front of him.  He tried to move his legs and arms, but found that they were being held in place with chains.

Looking out his eyes adjusted enough that he saw the silhouettes of six men standing guard in a small semi-circle in front of him, whether to keep him from leaving or from someone from attacking him he knew not, though he suspected that it was a mixture of both.

Seeing no way that he could get out of this particular situation Stan decided not to waste energy that he might need later and instead focused on trying to clear his mind of the fog that clouded how exactly he had gotten here.

There was a commotion in front of him and he glanced up to see two of the men move aside and bow there heads gently in a sign of respect and let a man pass before taking up their positions once more.

"Stan Curnel," the man said with a booming voice, "long have I waited to meet you, the product of a project long ago destroyed.  How are you?  Well besides being tied up that is."

"Wh- Who are you," Stan asked as he could not see the man's face, what with it being covered in shadows and all.  

"Ah," he sighed and stepped forward showing his face.  "My name is already aware to you as are the things that I have done and the memories that I have left.  My advice to you is that you should turn away from the demons that you face at this moment and turn your undivided attention to the situation at hand, for you have a choice to make, and a choice you have to make indeed." 

With that the man stood back up and clapped his hands once.  At the sound a hundred lights blared showering the place with a brilliant white light and uncovered the most horrible scene Stan could ever had come to face.

They were in a large circular room that must have been a quarter mile in diameter.  The walls were over three stories tall and it was on the walls that the lights were on.  there were three rows of lights that were all equally spaced from each other, not more than a half a foot apart, and they ringed the whole room.  Stan was tied to one end of the room and from where he was he could see that the men he had thought were guarding him were in fact guarding two other people across the room.  Max Curnel and Amanda Camp sat on their knees with gags in their mouths and their hands tied behind their backs.

Stan immediately started to struggle against the chains, but they held fast.

The man that had spoken started to slowly walk towards the other two children as he said in a loud clear voice, "You, Stan Curnel, have caused me a great deal of hurt these past few months and I am quite surprised that you have lasted this long, despite the many men that I have sent to capture you."

"They were weak," Stan responded with an evil that did not match his age.  "Why will you not fight me yourself, rather you resort to trickery and bribes to catch me unawares and stab me in the back. Wh-"

"Silence!!" The man said this calmly but with steel.  At his word Stan was no longer able to speak and try as he might nothing so much as a sound came from his mouth.  "You shall not speak to me unless I feel like hearing your voice, which at the moment I do not."  The man paused a moment and than said, "Do you know what this hall is?"  Without waiting for the answer he continued, "This hall is the place where, many many years ago, a blood oath ceremony took place to give a sacrifice to the great Greek God Zeus.  They would go so far as too kill their own child if they felt that the God had asked them to.

However the locals found out about the happenings and decided that it was high time to put and end to it.  So they put together a small force and stormed the place and arrested everyone inside.  You see though, after they examined the place they found a high level of hallucinogenics and thus closed this place off to the rest of the public.  It has obviously been cleaned since than, yet the townsfolk still to this day steer clear of for fear of whatever the rumor is these days.  This means that whatever I do no one will think twice about it, that is if they hear anything."  At the conclusion of his small speech he walked over to Max and Amanda and put his hands behind his back.

"As for your choice you must choose which one you will sacrifice to Zeus or you can join my ranks as we storm the capitol," With that he pulled two guns from behind his back and put them each to Amanda and Max's head.

OK So I decided to come on back and start this blog up again.  So I have finished my book finally and I sent it to the publishing company for them to review it and I have gotten their reply back from it and I will post a short passage giving a sneak peak later on today.  I hope that everyone out there had a great Thanksgiving and are looking forward to a great Christmas.  Have a good day my friends.

Hey

So I am going to leave this blog alone and move on to something else.  I am not getting as many hits and its a real put down.  If you do read my posts and wish to see more than you can still read them at this websites; Richard Anthony Goulart | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community       Have a great day!!!!!

Allow

To fight another day is all that I am asking you to allow.  My fight takes the turn for the worst as I see you taking his hand.  He is the damned, the man that I have to fight to get rid of.  So now I have to ask, allow my presence to take on a new light.  Let that light take over and shed upon you the ever tangled emotions that I bear.  My mind screams at me, tells me that I am an idiot that I need to shut up and start moving on.  Yet my heart tells me the complete opposite.  You see you took from me what I need.  I can't survive much longer without the love that you must give.  I have tried and failed to take my hand away, to turn away and see another in the same light, but it is you that I want, you that I need.  I have tried and have failed.  I see your photograph as I lay in my bed, and I have an uncontrollable rage that tells me that you are mine and I cannot stand to see you with someone that is not me.  I don't know how much longer I can stand not being with you and, yes hun, yes I am missing you.  Take me with you, allow me the second chance to make the things that I have not done right to be done right once more.  Allow me.  Oh please ALLOW me that second chance that I so deserve.  Just allow it once more.  ALLOW.

Please

Disgraced.  Fighting.  This war is neither mine nor yours, but belongs to the life long battle held between facing off species bent on total destruction of me, you and themselves.  I am sorry, but hun this is neither of our faults, its our nature.  Where do you think that you are going now?  How do you think that I can survive without the warmth in my heart that you filled me with.  Take me to the place that I held so highly, so that I may be the world again.  Hold me in your arms and let me share my love for you.  Speak to you softly and tell you that I love you.  Let me apologize for the person that I have been.  Let me become the person that you need me to be.  Please let me be.