Monsterz

08-19

Part 1 of ….

The darkness covers the skies as I punch the gas petal; a red plastic cup not inches away from me giving me the leisure to sip in peace whenever I feel the desperate need for the Royal Crown to consume me once more. My mother would probably have a temper tantrum knowing the amount of liquor I’ve downed in the night alone.

Thank goodness she lived her life and gone on to hopefully watch over mine; especially in times like these. If she’s doing the job everyone says; I won’t wreck this $145,000 R8 on the streets of 1-4, causing a scene and while giving the some of those here in Miami exactly what they want most; the angry-tempered man finally reaching the end of his chances. What most won’t admit is, I once built the same cliffs, bridges, and brought water to the rivers that I’ve burned, torn, and swam across to get to a better end. More importantly they won’t give life to the times I’ve held tightly to ones that meant the most to me before becoming Earth’s very own man-storm.  

No one remembers the good.

My stepfather preached that to me and my five siblings the entire fifteen years he spent in our world. I didn’t realize how serious he was until it was too late and I was faced with the truth that as long as you take care of those that are around; you can replace God himself and they’ll knell before you. But once you say no, even to the smallest task…you’re no longer the King you once were. You’re nothing more than a burden that’s holding them back, even when the truth is, you’re the reason they’ve gotten so far.

Here’s the set up,

I miss writing and therefore I miss the fanfic world a whole lot. Of course, Tumblr and it’s major policy and recent change has caused even more of a drough on our wtiting world, so stories are at a all time low right now, but this void can’t be ignored anymore.

And I don’t have the energy to commit, lie, or promise an full story. Especially when there’s not many stories on here that are being regularly updated anyways.

Nonetheless, as you probably have guessed, I need to vent and release some of these thoughts in my head and what’s better than Tumblr to do so.

This page will be my shorts page. A page dedicated to short stories I write and eventually grouped by the artist or theme (if there’s no artist/visuals given).