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Her worn out boots were uncomfortable, because the soles had worn so thin she could feel the contours of the stones beneath her feet as she strolled through town. She didn’t want to give up her old shoes though. These shoes had seen her through some hard times, just like some specific people. She adored those shoes and would defend their worth until the end, just like she would with those specific people. Those shoes still had some business to get done, just like those specific people. But unlike those specific people, those shoes would never abandon her and the plans she had for them; they would stand by what they fucking committed to. People always disappointed this lady, but her boots didn’t. Feeling the stones on the paths through the village wasn’t that bad.
» Posted By Chabo On 08.24.2014 @ 7:08 pm
As willful as she is, we know that darkness will win in the end, as it always does. This light-favoring world has lived a good, long life, but just as Prospit falls to Derse time and time again, Zalgo will break through. Even the powers of the Universal Guardian, who has been destined to defend both Earth and Univery, will fall to the wrath of Zalgo. Theresa is brave and eager, a seemingly worthwhile contingency, but hopeless.
» Posted By Chabo On 07.03.2013 @ 10:59 am
The concept of God has kept some of the more religious members of our group going for some time. Even though they may not be strong, the thought that there is a divine entity watching out for them and may grant them salvation if they were to die valiantly and sinlessly, or something along those lines. However, I hadn’t been religious for a long time. When I was young, I lost many people who were important to me. Then I started to lose myself. There were visions, dreams, crippling chronic pains, and, what was probably the worst part of all, I started to see this… thing wherever I went. I never figured out exactly what it was, but it was gruesome. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine. Although there may very well be a God, I learned a long time ago that he’s forsaken me. Why else would this happen?
» Posted By Chabo On 07.01.2013 @ 8:11 pm
“Do you know what Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is?”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s a metaphor. Prisoners are kept deep in a cave, chained down, facing a wall. Behind them there are puppets, and behind the puppets there is a fire. The prisoners cannot turn their heads to see themselves or the others, only straight forward at the shadows of the prisoners and of the puppets. If a prisoner can break free, he can leave to see the outside world. He will see that everything he knew before was a lie, and it will be hard for him to accept it at first. But he will keep learning with the new perspective that the daylight has given him, and possibly find true beauty and happiness with enlightenment. But he may feel sorry for those he left behind, and return to the cave, where he will know that his life before escaping was a lie that his comrades are still living. They will frown upon him for his knowledge of the outside world, and think he’s crazy. The ultimate question behind all of this is whether or not ignorance really is bliss. So…
“Let me guess, once I decide there’s no going back?”
“Bingo. So do you want to come with us?”
» Posted By Chabo On 02.23.2013 @ 6:20 pm
Every memory that I had of the world in the time before I almost turned fourteen seemed… ancient. In fact, everything looked ancient, even though I had been here in life several months earlier. Those familiar street signs were rusted and weathered, plazas were crumbling and miserable-looking. I hadn’t seen anyone in the past few days, living, dead, or undead (because I really wouldn’t be surprised if I saw zombies after what happened). The world ended just when they said it would, just as we entered into winter… December 21st was rumored to be the apocalypse… I remember that no one believed it until that day. So many people died, including myself. One hell of a birthday.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.09.2013 @ 7:04 pm
“Run. I dare you.” It’s suprising that a demon from the abyss of hell would have such an icy voice as his. He knows that as I am in a mortal body, I tire out so quickly… Even though I haven’t taken my eyes off of him yet, I sense others of his kind closing in behind me. He knows I can’t outrun three demons. Why did I have to be chosen for this stupid prophecy? Of course, there is the question of why the demons are chasing me, when I pretty much am a demon. Maybe there’s more to this than I expected…
I hear a hiss behind me. Then a screech. I look back and see a demon writhing in pain on the floor, and then I see John, with a menacing-looking weapon.
“Lauren!” He yells. John actually came for me. He doesn’t need to get involved, but he actually came to save me. And turns out the thirty year-old gaming nerd from the midwest actually isn’t that bad of a demon slayer.
» Posted By Chabo On 08.06.2012 @ 7:33 am
I sat on one of the many benches in the park, sipping some random fruit smoothie through a ridiculous swirly straw. I mean, what’s the point of those stupid straws? The lower-class folk of Ander would never waste time or resources on mass producing such a frivolous thing. But the feeble minds of these rich, “high-class citizens,” or as I prefer to call them, snobs, take such pleasure in watching what they will soon turn into their own waste go up and into their mouths.
» Posted By Chabo On 06.13.2012 @ 5:42 pm
“How can you be out here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you need to be inside?”
“Under an umbrella?”
“Sunglasses and a hat?”
“Why would I need those?”
“You don’t need them? Aren’t you a vampire?”
“Yeah… but not all of us are bothered by the sun…”
“Do you drink blood?”
“Not often, no.”
“THEN HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF A VAMPIRE?”
“You stay up all night then sleep all morning, shovel the weirdest crap into your mouth when it’s time to eat, and sometimes speak in a primitive language of grunts and mumbles, but can still call yourself human.”
“Shut up, Star.”
» Posted By Chabo On 04.18.2012 @ 3:58 pm
A red crescent moon, with a beautiful young anime girl in a flowing dress reclining inside the curve. Impossible. The moon just looks like it shrinks into that crescent shape, but really it’s still a sphere… Oh, I’m being rational again. Jess would be annoyed if she heard me pondering some silly anime picture that I found on the internet for its physical possibility.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.28.2012 @ 7:15 am
I gazed out at the lights of the surviving half of the town. If I was to look towards the right, I could see the rubble and ash of the earlier blast. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. How did anyone get into my room?
“I know you must miss him,” the person said. The voice was familiar, but not exactly comforting.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.24.2012 @ 12:01 pm
I remember in second grade, when I went to the carnival, and I got that balloon. It was green. I recall my dearest mother gently tying the string around my little wrist, and how we were having a great time, because my dad wasn’t there. I drew a face on the balloon, named it, and blew it up again when it deflated. But then those bullies popped it. I was so lonely then. I fought back to avenge the death of my dearest green balloon.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.19.2012 @ 11:17 am
I had a front-row view of the scene. I watched as a whole camp of my discriminated people were attacked viciously. The soldiers, in their dull outfits of cotton and kevlar, marched towards the tents in neat lines like little beige ants, and scattered, row by row, as they reached their destination. Although not at all powerless, my people stood little chance against the Celestian armed forces. I had to watch as friends were separated, and see the look on the faces of mothers as their sons and daughters were slaughtered as they defended their home. My mind was flooded with thoughts of how I was too far away and too late to save those friendly faces, and how even my dear friend, the very queen of the beautiful planet my people and I grew up on, was unable to stop this un-just massacre.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.16.2012 @ 3:52 pm
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I listened to the deafening thunder as I raced up the mountain. The maze of rocks ahead of me was daunting, but if that scum could make it through, so could I. The rocks I stepped on tumbled behind me and into the darkness. I take out my gun as the ten-thousand dollar man comes into view. As my magazine clicks in, the man looks back at me, still dashing up the rocky mountainside, and tosses something down to me. The thrown object gets closer, and a see what it is. A grenade. Crap.
» Posted By Chabo On 02.12.2012 @ 3:01 pm