I am in the middle of the ocean with no shore at night when there is no day wading in silence, not worth a sound barely swimming above the darkness of my abyss tired, weak… alone the deep is calling its black swallowing light there are monsters showing beneath I can’t tell if they feed or if they need the pieces of me that sink here to the bottom phantoms in the fathoms pull me under I will see waves no more if I drift down too far below my surface
Leroy Dink. “Dinks” was the Willy Wonka of arcades. He was strange, odd, socially awkward, and moody. Unlike the chocolate factory, there was no need for a golden ticket to get into his whimsical haven for kids. Nope…if Dinks liked you and you had money to spend, you were welcome. If Dinks didn’t like you and you had money to spend, the money was welcome. Oh, and another thing about Dinks. If he really wasn’t fond of you, well, let me just say this. There’s no free men when he makes you play for your own life.
The advice I give to people close to me who want to change their life is to start now for no reason. Control your goals, don’t allow them to control you. – Ash
white white everywhere no walls no floor no ceiling just white am I touching anything am I alive where is the door through which I come did I walk through by will is this punishment for the black is this void now my penance I feel no love I feel no loss where are my memories tell me what sin lead me here I can’t see in this light because of my darkness
Today, I spent some time between the seconds. Life around me filled me with wonder. I watched as a butterfly caught its breath, a flock of seagulls stretched their wings, and the ocean simply lapped the awaiting shore. Make up for your lost time by taking advantage of the free stuff. – Ash
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Aeryn: Sister, you’re injured. We should stop. That is a lot of blood coming out of that wound.
Adria: It’s fine. We don’t have time to stop. Those humans won’t be stopping, so we cannot afford to. Let’s keep on moving. You know the plan.
Aeryn: I know the humans are on us, I remember the plan, but we just need to slow down enough so we can heal you. Come, take hold of my hand.
Aeryn moves close to her sister who by now has no use of her entire left side. She could barely keep herself in flight. The gunshot wound she received from a shower of bullets sprayed at them during their escape was looking more and more serious. As soon as Adria got ahold of her sister’s hand, both began to glow. They flew in a trance-like state with their eyes closed as Adria’s wound began to heal and her skin slowly started to grow over. Colour came rushing back into her face and body and the blood stopped right away. She was healing.