Mr. V. Vale

You can call me Mr. V. Vale, Mr. Vale or even Mr. V. However, none of these are my real Names.

Here I write stories, quotes, poems and talk about any conversational topics.

I share my opinions, thoughts, and comments on about anything. To religion to bias in artificial intelligence.

I’ve done research on about anything you can imagine from how chess was invented to what the government would use to spy on terrorists.

Ask me a question and I will do a post an essay on it.

Do keep in mind however that I am not a professional on any future topics and only do this for entertainment purposes.

I want some more time.

I want some more time outside, before dinner.

And I want some more time in the bath, before I get all wrinkly.

I want some more time to sleep, before my school day starts.

I want some more time to do my homework, that want due last week.

I want some more time in the my summer vacation, before a new year starts.

I want some more time to talk to my friends, before sitting for a boring lecture.

And as I walk up on stage, in all blue.

When I come, I take off my shoes.

I have to clean them.

When I come home, I change back to my home clothes.

I have to do laundry.

When I come home, I make myself something to eat.

I have to wash the dishes.

When I come home, I walk to my room.

I have to sweep and mop the floor.

When I come home, I put my bag down.

I have homework to do.

When I get home, I lay on my bed.

I lay on my bed and think to myself.

My alarm goes off, and I don’t want to get up from bed.

I want to sleep, sleep for as long as I can in the darkness.

“I’ll get some sun tomorrow”.

But there is no tomorrow when the curtains are closed.

“Girl, I’m classy.”

Tenderness is loyal to those who you used and discarded.

Loyalty has my heart heavier than it has ever been.

The realization of trying to find a place where I can be alone with my thoughts.

She stole my disturbed honesty.

Pull me back into myself, reminding me of who and what I am.

I wonder if yet my absence afford me a thousand years.

But I do not wish of laughter. Not with all of them watching.

They see before me and not at me.

One’s gaze a hard, unforgiving snakes through me.

To hope feels too…intimate…

Be glad whenever you wish them to.

I feel as if everything is unfamiliar.

As if fate wishes the ugliest man a “Thank you”

But there is little in her words.

The man ignores her, like a long forgotten present.

I carefully step near to you. Waiting for you to take your final breath.

For I would never devour a creature who still has hope in their eyes.

I wait a bit longer when you stop moving.

For I would never peck at a creature who I could bring pain to.

As I take my first bite, I bow my head.

For I thank you, for allowing me to live another day.

I hiss as my stomach grows full.

For the warmth in it, is the last grief for you.

I hope your pillow is cold tonight, but I hope it’s dirty with your words.

I hope you have a nice warm meal, but I hope there is only one seat.

I hope you sleep well, with dreams that will stay dreams.

I hope you think the moon is beautiful tonight, but I hoped I would be the one telling you.

It’s raining tonight.

I thought of a video game idea that I must write down before I forget. This idea is mainly based of a game, “Slay the Princess”.

It starts off with a you in a coma. Your family around you pleading for you to stay alive. But you have been for many many years, there is no cure and there is no progress. But you want to live. You go into your mind as you start slipping away, to hold a little longer to life. Your mind breaks into many pieces of yourself.

Every piece of you is different, they come to life. As if they are their own person. You experience who they are, their “perspectives”. But each of them is trying to get to the stay alive. But in the end, they die. But before they do, they learn that they must die. They become content with it. They start to understand that they cannot keep living, not this way. That it’s time to let go, and give peace to themselves and to the people they love. They all they their final words.

Piece of the Arrogance—> I am right where I’m meant to be…

Piece of the Curious—> it’s nice to finally know…

Piece of the Practical—> it’s sorta…surreal…

Piece of the Fair—> I guess this is all we can get…

Piece of the Cynical—> I guess I finally understand

Piece of the kind—> this is the last nice thing I’ll have…thank you…

A story I’ve been thinking about since I found out about a condition called, “Prosopagnosia” also known as, “Face Blindness”.

A condition as to which a person is unable to recognize faces or the distinction between them, since it’s their brain that is unable to process faces.

In this story, a student got into an accident causing this condition when he was young. Life is very difficult since he is unable to recognize love ones and unable to see people’s expressions. And one main problem, he sees everyone the same. He doesn’t know the difference between a unattractive or attractive person unlike others who judge people based on how they appear.

The story goes on to his life on how he meets friends who all has had problems with their appearance until they meet him. A guy who can quite practically cannot judge them base on their appearances. He changes the people around him by this inability, looking at themselves and others differently.

A girl so beautiful, she has been harassed by every male that glances by her and has been given special treatment all her life based only my her appearance. He meets her at the hallway as he passes by. The girl is expecting him to trip over heels for her or harass her in some way. He doesn’t even glance at her as he passes by.

A short and very unattractive guy who has been bullied all his life due to this. He hasn’t been in a relationship and friends are hard to come by to not get involved in this bullying. The Mc does not recognize that he is being bullied as he watches from far away and ask to sit next to him.

An average student who is obsessed with their appearance and judges people only based on their it. They meet him and learns how to accept people for who they are. In turn, they help distinguish emotions for the MC. A pair of second eyes in other words.