Mostly short stories or poems (note i am 14 and a guy im straight so don't call me gay)
Death comes swiftly
Death comes swiftly to those who knock, but be warned once you have knocked you cannot go back, life blossoms within those who ask, but don't ask in peril. Freedom is something we all want, but the price for freedom is expensive and thus impossible to obtain except in death. Slavery is unavoidable as everyone and everything is a slave to their own mind. Life and Death. Holy and un-holy. You cannot have one with out the other.
Incarcerated: a short story.
My life revolves around the jail cell in which I am kept, the hours are measured by meals. My life was not always like this, i had a house, food, family anything a man could wish for, until the man we call 'king' appeared. Slowly we sank into despair waiting for this hell to end, yet knowing that the only way to end it is to ask our enemy, we do not know if they will help us. How i ended up in jail? I tried and failed to assassinate the king, I will hang in the morning infront of the city, its been two weeks since i was found guilty but i was able to scratch the king with my dagger. How is that an accomplishment? The dagger was coated with a poison although slow, even a small bit its deadly. To those who end up in this cell, i have one message if the king is dead then we have succeded but if he is not, dont give up.
Death comes swiftly
Death comes swiftly to those who knock, but be warned once you have knocked you cannot go back, life blossoms within those who ask, but don't ask in peril. Freedom is something we all want, but the price for freedom is expensive and thus impossible to obtain except in death. Slavery is unavoidable as everyone and everything is a slave to their own mind. Life and Death. Holy and un-holy. You cannot have one with out the other.
Incarcerated: a short story.
My life revolves around the jail cell in which I am kept, the hours are measured by meals. My life was not always like this, i had a house, food, family anything a man could wish for, until the man we call 'king' appeared. Slowly we sank into despair waiting for this hell to end, yet knowing that the only way to end it is to ask our enemy, we do not know if they will help us. How i ended up in jail? I tried and failed to assassinate the king, I will hang in the morning infront of the city, its been two weeks since i was found guilty but i was able to scratch the king with my dagger. How is that an accomplishment? The dagger was coated with a poison although slow, even a small bit its deadly. To those who end up in this cell, i have one message if the king is dead then we have succeded but if he is not, dont give up.