As some of you might already know. I'm Moon. This is my third attempt at keeping a thread alive.
It's totally gonna die, and I might cry. But it's worth a try :3
^ Poem of the OP. Please Help the poem prove itself wrong, and don't let it die. Donate your time and feedback to this poor thread, so it can feed it's baby poems. :>
Anyways. I'm not really sure what all this will contain, I just hope there will actually be people willing to help me become better at whatever I try to do. So... I guess that means I will be writing (duh), drawing, and other artsy-fartsy stuff I shall attempt.
So... That's all I have for the OP! I hope that all onlookers will enjoy what I do!
My insanity is unparalleled in this dream of mine This chill, this glee, running through my spine. Their bodies hit the floor As an unrestrained laugh rips itself from my core I hold the power of life or death in my hands You must beg and plead to change my plans
You pathetic, sniveling scoundrel You don't deserve to live I'll end your life now This is simply how it is.
So WOW. I just remembered that little Exit Path story I made like 2 years ago. I'm gonna start to resurface my old stuff from my second thread. Maybe I'll find my old first one, I'm not sure which had the old story.
Anyways, here is one piece from my old thread.
Burden
Just a little more. We are almost there. Just one step outside the door And we can get a breath of fresh air.
So long have we have had to wait Too much pain, We have had to take. Such a burden Is not wise. Because there's no doubt That it lead's to your demise.
Someone has to do it. Might as well be me. Who else can shoulder, Such a responsibility?
So now you and I Should part this destructive trail. For if you continue much longer, I'm afraid that you might fail.
Just leave now, So you can live your life. I can handle this pain, You don't need to have such strife.
"T46 9015! It is your chance for Freedom! Come, Show us that you deserve it! Pass through our tests and you will be free!" The Voice said from the Speaker. I looked around as they called my name. All of us, just pawns in a cruel game of cat and mouse. We all knew it, but we didn't want to face it. A few of the new Runners gave me looks of envy. If only they new that they would die if their name got called. I rose from my seat, and with an emotionless face, walked through the door.
I was greeted by a machine. Another emotionless thing, but not alive as we runners were. How I envied it. "T46 9015, please continue into the stadium. I am sure that you will be the one to win and be set free! Good Luck and do your best!" The cold silver machine said. All of us in waiting had heard the excact same thing as the others left. We could hear it through the door way, and we knew it was Death, bekoning for us.
I walked through the next door, where a bright light was shined on my pale blue face, and I heard thousands laughing, screaming, clapping, whistling. It was not cheerful. It was cold and cruel. I stood before them, on a platform, and I refused to show any emotion. The platform started moving towards another platform, and I knew I was to see hundreds more. I looked behind me, at the door, and I saw the grim faces of my fellow people looking at me as I left.
The platform quit moving as it reached the other one, and not too far, I saw the spikes and axes. But I showed no fear. I don't think I ever will again. Don't give them a reason to suspect you. F49 1506 told me. It is possible to leave, just never let them see that you have feelings, and they will let you pass, then you must run faster than you ever have before
How much hope is there? He was the One that left. He got out somehow. Who knows what he had to face. When the Humans carried him back through the door, he yelled it to everyone. The Humans procceded to dump him on the floor and withouht mercy, one of the Humans beat him till he quit trying to stand. "This is a bad runner. Do not listen to him, he speaks lies to you all. You can be freed as long as you finish through the stadium! Then you must complete a last test and you are free to go wherever you want!" The Human said. He had cold blue eyes and shaggy black hair.
But the other Human I was more interested in. He had soft green eyes with brown streaks. Like the eyes of my People. He had golden hair, with darker streaks. As my child self looked at him, and he looked at me, I saw a struggle in his heart. His eyes faltered and he looked away. "Zhe shekai sei?" I questioned the man. The blue eyed Human looked at me, and took out his knife. I ran to the corner of the room and curled in a ball. "Nei! Nei! Shoni baiya!" I screamed. The Human grabbed my arm and sliced downward. "Zhe Uaimaiga!" I yelled at the man.
"Rhe shika bai nei sie." The Human spat at me. I stared at the other Human and gave him a pleading look. "Was that neccesary Sean?" The Human asked. "Oh, so now you have pity for them John? God ****!" The Human named Sean told the other Human. "Lets just go. Get rid of F49 1506, and we are done." The Human named John said.
John looked at me and handed me a bandage as Sean took out a gun. "Zhe shekai di John?" I asked. "Hai. Zhe shekai di..?" John asked. I smiled and said "Daiyama." John smiled back at me and helped wrapped my bandage. "Daiyama, Yaloe." John said when he finished. "Yaloe." I responded. He looked over his shoulder then covered my ears. I heard a muffled gunshot and looked at my old friend. His name wasnt F49 1506, it was Sheimagya. But the Humans didn't care about that. I ran to him and yelled "Sheimagya! Nei!" But John pulled me away. "Sh sh. Go back now Daiyama." He whispered.
I looked at the nicest Human I had ever met as the other Human sean walked away. John waved at me, and I looked at him through tears. I tried to wave back, but I couldn't. I ran back to Sheimagya and his eyes fluttered for a moment. In our language he told me "They always forget our hearts are on the other side." He told me with a weak grin.
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Translations (wow I feel nostalgic)
"Zhe shekai sei?"
You have name?
"Nei! Nei! Shoni baiya!"
No, no please don't.
"Zhe Uaimaiga!"
You (wordy dird)
"Rhe shika bai nei sie."
He has no name
"Zhe shekai di John?"
(supposed to be Uhe) Your name is John?
"Hai. Zhe shekai di..?"
Yes. (supposed to be Uhe my bad) Your name is..?
"Yaloe."
Hello.
The words are pronounced kind of how they sound.
Zhe- 'Zeh' shekai- Seh-kuh-i sei- Sae nei- Naye and you can make it up from there
I looked at the scar on my forearm, and remembered John. He never came back, but Sheimagya told me not to get too attached to the Humans. That they were all evil. So I didn't think about John or the other one, Sean, much. Only when a few months later, the Humans found Sheimagya and took him away, and he never came back. Then I thought about John coming and saving Sheimagya and returning him to us. But he didn't.
"Ladies And Gentlemen! T46 9015 will now compete for free life for your entertainment! Lets enjoy the sight of survival instinct and see if it may pass through the treacherous Stadium! First stop, Stage 1!" a Voice said. I looked down at my legs and thought to myself, Might as well try to be free.
The first obstacle didn't look too hard, just a few jumps. I completed them effortlessly and stood upon the next platform. "Ah, lets see if he can try something harder! STAGE 2!" The Voice said. The next stage didn't look as easy as the first one was, because I saw spikes sitting below, waiting for me to plumet to my death. I would not allow the Humans to have the satisfaction of my death. They would be amusued, and I could not let my life go to such a waste.
I ran throught the jumps and past the spikes almost as easily as I had the first level. "T46 9015 seems to be promising! We will take it up a notch and send him PAST a few levels. Lets now begin with Stage 10!" The Voice said, obviously annoyed by my success. I was determined to finish the Stadium. I wanted to be Free.
As I stepped off the last platform, I saw axes, four to be exact, and they were all going different directions and different speeds. I stood there for a while, and timed the axes, then when I was prepared, I ran so fast, all you could see was a blur. It was invigorating, the energy that flowed through my body. I felt like I could run into anything and not be hurt at all. But just when I though the stage was over, I saw the lasers. And most of my hope drained.
Most of the ones that never left the Stadium alive, had died by lasers. As a child I had seen so many dead Runners coming back through the door with their arms or legs cut apart, sliced so thinly, you knew it was the lasers. I gathered all of my hope, and tried to dodge the lasers, and ducked underneath a block. Suprisingly, the laser didn't penetrate the block into smithereens, so I was a bit more hopeful that I would come out alive.
I dashed from the laser as soon as it faced the other direction, and leaped over the last remaining block that kept me from my destination. "Alright, now the games really begin! Take it to level 20!" The Voice said. you could hear it was on the verge of rage, and it sent a hush over the crowd.
The platform I was standing on suddenly jerked away and sped over to what I assumed was Stage 20. Before me laid the final level. What seperated me from my freedom. There was no way that I was going to fail. The first obstacle, a series of spikes and axes were set in front of me, obviously this was the hardest stage, and it would take all of my strength. I gathered my energy, and I felt the power surging through me. I cleared the platforms and landed very close to a spike. I jumped lightly over it, and spat on it. This sent waves of shock and humor into the crowd, and they roared in laughter.
I saw lasers and more spikes. But there was something peculiar about the spikes, every time something moved below it, they smashed to the ground. I waited for them all to go back up, and tried to call that energetic feeling again, but somehow I couldn't. I had to rely on my instinct for this one. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, and I slid through the tight space after it. My leg was an inch away from the last spike when I finished sliding. My heart was pumping a million beats a minute.
I walked to the room that was labled "Freedom this way". "NO! Don't go that way!" A farmiliar voice said. I turned around and saw the one and only John.
"John?" I stood stunned. "Yes, but you must listen to me. Do not go out that way. You need to follow me if you really want freedom." He said quickly. "How can I trust you? You are Human! Evil, all of you! Killers." I shouted, suprised by my own emotion. "I know you shouldn't trust me. But I don't want you to die like the rest of them. There are others out there. That escaped. I'm not sure where, but I know you will find them." John said, looking regretful. "I will follow you. But be cautious John. If you mislead me, there are plenty of death traps for you to slip in." I said with venom. I could not believe my own words. I had never felt such hate towards anyone or anything before. Why would I say that to John? The only kind Human? There was a nauseous feeling in my gut, and I warily followed John past the sign marked freedom. He took me to a set of stairs and faced me. "There isn't enough time for me to explain. There really are Runners that escaped. I supposed to plant this," John took a small, thin, black box from his pocket and showed me, "on you so you can lead Humans to the escaped Runners. I don't want to, but I have to. You can however dump it somewhere later on. Just make sure you get far away from here." John said with a sad look in his eyes. "Why are you telling me?" I asked, suddenly calm again. "Because I know that you are also people too. You have emotions like Humans do." "Why would you help me?" "Because I am one of you." "Wait, John..." I started, but John cut me off. "There is not enough time! Go, and if I ever get out of here, I will tell you. Go up these stairs, out the door, and jump down. Get at least 500 feet away from here and you are in the clear. Remember to dump the Tracker later on, whatever you do, Do not come back here." John said, giving me a push up the stairs. "Zaloe John." I said softly as I turned and ran up the stairs. I swore I heard tears through his voice as he muttered it back.
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And that is all I have for that. It was meant to be a short story, and it ended up a short story. I don't feel like changing anything, because I would just delete it all if I did that.
I'll probably add some sort of something later today, for those who are stalking.
