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Midnight RevelationsI want a life, with strife, cutting as clean as a knife.
I want to die, to strive, to survive, to thrive.
I want a girl, a girl with pretty hair and a lovely nickname.
I want a house, with a lawn to make me seem less lame.
I want my problems to be less and my answers more.
I want a person standing there waiting for me by the door.
I want a nice car, I want a long commute.
I want a boring job, and a lovely suit.
My lifes no longer moving forward.
My lifes just moving backwards.
I want a life, with a knife, and a pretty wife.
I want to arrive, to drive, to finally feel alive.
I want a girl, a girl thatll talk back and talk crap.
I want a room, a space, something I call my own.
I want my problems to be less and the prices reduced.
I want a love that can never be reproduced.
I want a nice car. I want a long drive home.
I want plenty of space for my mind to roam.
My lifes no longer moving forward.
My lifes just standing still.
I need a smile, a smile that
Clock: Chapter 16
Ms. Carlin didnt have the most extravagant accommodations in the world, but she still thought of this small two bedroom apartment as home. Shes lived here with Emily for almost four years now, and theyve become quite content with the tedium of their lives.
They got home and sat down on the couch together as they always did, only it was quite a bit later than usual thanks to Carlin having spent most of her day covering the school shootings. With the leg rest propped up and Emilys head on her shoulders, Carlin was reasonably sure that theyd both just end up passing out watching TV. But all things considered, thats all Carlin really wanted.
She lazily grabs the remote, and turns the Television on. Its a news channel showing highlights of some protest held earlier in the day on the west coast of the country.
hmm Emily sputters out lazily.
What is it?
I didnt leave it on this channel when I turned it off las
Clock: Chapter 15
Seems were in the clear to head on back The man spoke it with his tone half filled with relief, and half filled with defeat.
Good, spoke the sapphire eyed point of interest for me. The sooner were out of here, the better. Let the ratings whores lap up the attention now. I just want to go home.
Her name is Carlin, and shes got a huge chip on her shoulder at the moment. Its already very late at night, and shes basically been sitting on her hands watching horrible things unfold, and feels somewhat guilty for getting paid to sit around all day and watch people crying as theyve just found out their children are dead.
Shes a reporter for some rinky dink local news station out here in this fine city, but today the big networks have swooped into the lavish in tragedy.
Hey her camera man looks to her with very reflective eyes, taking a moment to talk to her while he packs their equipment back i
Clock: Chapter 14
Noise just so much of it. Screaming as people lay bleeding on the streets, laughter at horrifically awkward situations that would never happen in reality, crying as drugged out thirty year old actors pretend to be teenagers with pointlessly complicated problems that they may only blame themselves for. Men trying to peddle reality as entertainment, claiming that a group of people have something to win as if they ever had anything.
Its all just noise.
Shrill sounds that try to pass as music invade the ears of the willing, manufactured products taking a hold of everything vision, hearing, taste, touch.
Sex has become an industry, while love has seemingly vanished from the public mindset. Its too costly, too time consuming.
Its all just noise the people that walk the streets dont know it, but theyre drowning in it their perceptions lack any refined sense of self conscious thinking to be aware of the noise.
Ive taken quite a
Clock: Chapter 13
Feeble people watching a physically feeble man as he was led amongst them by three beasts two of them smiling in the cloth of the holy and the third his ever loyal friend. He was carried on their shoulders an unknowing hero. Fate and Fury had kept all word of his betrayal silent, and it was said that he had died in the fields where he first turned to killing those of the church. Fate and Fury slaughtered all that remained from his second attack so as far as these poor idiots knew, he was returning wounded, but alive after the attack that killed so many of their kind.
His vision was hazy, and he didnt pay much mind to the wonderful city he was being brought into.
Ah, the holy grounds, shouted Fate. Truly a city of wonder.
He could barely notice anything, he couldnt even see if Eika was near him. Shapeless forms that could be people stood around the sides of the streets as he was dragged by his new companions towards the center of the
Clock: Chapter 12
The small fire crackled loudly, and sent a wave of tiny embers into the night air.
Eika slept soundly, no sense of morality, nor causality, or any other defining sense of idealism or action keeping her awake. Her muzzle covered in blood once more, some fresh hunt shed kept to herself. She would always return to him when he would start a fire, the sense of wonder and warmth it provided did well to pacify her after shed spent so much energy killing small animals.
The Hunter stood over her, his knife clutched in his hand. He was out in the open, basking in the wind of the Cliffside near his home. As a child, he was brought out there to play with his friends. The men of the village took to looking after the boy; he had no blood ties to the world, so they viewed him as a child of the village, and not of a family.
The old and the foolish did not take so kindly to him though. His father was a great warrior from a time long past, when defense of their homes from strange idiots was
Clock: Chapter 11
They all ran, and they all screamed, all except for one.
A flock is nothing without a Sheppard so here they stood, dumbfounded at the sudden removal of their own herder.
Lying at the top of the churchs steps was the gutted man of faith, his blood slowly trickling down the steps.
A beast feasted upon his flesh, as though he were nothing more than a dead rodent plucked from the wild.
You people are so desperate to believe your gods, your spirits, you think of them and neglect the only life you have this one!
They stood and looked at him, the very symbol of defiance. To kill a passive man with no cause and now to be so brazen as to inflict his speech upon them.
You pathetic men of the sea find so much comfort in your isolation! So many different faiths, yet you stand here wishing to tell me by way of sword that mine is wrong?! Many are born to this world in suffering and bondage, and you speak to me of the afterlife?!
He leers at
Parking LotHe doesnt use words like they do.
He doesnt use words at all.
With a good pair of sneakers and his trusty headphones, the man down the sidewalk is observant even though he hears not what they say. Because really all those around him arent really using words not like he is.
Strange one, isnt he? What motivations are there in simply having an interest in humanity, and not taking place in it?
Touch the water, and watch it ripple others touch it, and eventually the tranquil surface becomes nothing but noise.
He gazes perilously into the mixture, a mother yelling at her child, pulling on his arm as he cries. Across the street, a couple is pushing a stroller their smiles seem so wide and content.
The ebb and flow of traffic lessens, and more people march on foot, giving him a better chance to see what they do. He turns his music up louder their words are meaningless.
A homeless man sleeps on a bench, he doesnt ask for any favors, as
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