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Broken (Shots Fired)On a cold winter's day
A day just like any other.
My mother and I
walk into the store.
I couldn't have been more than 10.
I saw you raise the gun.
The look in your eyes asking how
life could leave you in such dire straits.
Everything you cared about was gone.
The gun was pointed at my mother.
You were demanding the money she had.
I saw your finger twitching.
I couldn't just let her die.
In the end,
when the shots were fired
it was you who died.
Ten years later
I was abandoned that day.
No one wanted me.
Left alone with my demons.
The walls closing in.
A prisoner of my own hell.
No one cared.
I was a monster to them.
I was broken by the shots that I fired.
An Escape from Reality Ch 8: Boss BattleAll that we could see from the outside was a row of columns stretching into the shadows. As
we entered, a pair of red eyes gleamed in the shadows.They were large, angry, and all together terrifying. Diabel entered the room with Group A, and something changed. The room lit up in bright pastel shades of yellow and green. From the end of the hallway, a loud roar sounded and a gigantic mob soared through the air, landing in front of all of us. When the dust cleared, I could see a large
red monster with four health bars. It could only be Illfang the Kobold Lord. It roared, summoning the expected Sentinel minions. The mobs charged as Diabel stood calm and strong, a bastion of strength. He drew his sword and pointed. "Commence attack!"
And our party rushed forward to battle.Leading the charge and meeting the mobs halfway was Kibaou, a player that surprised me. He didn't seem like the type to fight; his time with Diabel certainly had changed him. The battle quickly dissolved into chaos. Diabel
An Escape from Reality Ch 7: A 100 Reasons to HateWe were standing in a town by the name of Tolbana. It was pleasant enough, with shopkeepers displaying their wares alongside the street. Kirito lounged on the wall near a fountain, Sinon was laying down in the grass and I was sitting on the fountain. We were in the town for a large meeting called by a player by the name of Diabel. He claimed he had information on the first floor boss; we couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn what he had to say. The day was nice; for December, the air was still warm. I wondered if it ever snowed here. Probably not on this floor, a floor designed to be warm and inviting, but there was the chance I could still see snow.
"Hello girls and boy! Fancy seeing you here."
She had visited the three of us before with a message for Kirito: someone was willing to buy his Anneal Blade for an outrageous amount of col. He turned down the offer. I assumed that her seeking us out meant she had another offer to deliver. Sure enough, she didn't dis
An Escape from Reality Ch 6: Finding HopeIt's been two months since the death game began. And in that time, almost 2,000 died. In the Resurrection Chamber where you would respawn in a normal game was an obelisk upon which was the names of all 10,000 players. Every time a player died, their name was crossed off and a date, time and cause of death was listed next to it. Most of the deaths were due to player error, but quite a few were suicides. People were losing hope fast, myself included. I've broken down three times in the past couple weeks alone, including once while we were in a dungeon. If it wasn't for Kirito, I would have been dead. He blocked the skeleton's attack and kept it busy while Sinon grabbed me and dragged me to a nearby safe zone, tears streaming down my face. After killing the skeleton , Kirito followed.
"What the hell, Fuyuko," Sinon yelled, looking directly at me. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
"Yes-no-I-don't-know," I blubbered, "I just want to get out of here, as even more tears fell down. "I'
An Escape From Reality Ch 5: Anna's Bad DayIt's been 3 years since our parents passed. I still can't believe it's already been that long since they died in a car accident that left five others dead and dozens injured. Soon afterwards, Elsa threw herself at her part-time job as an assistant art teacher at the local elementary school, and left me alone. I know she didn't mean to and it was just her way of dealing with their death but she became ... distant and serious all the time. She rarely smiled any more and refused to talk to me most of the time. About a year and a half ago, I found video games and about a year ago, I discovered Massive Multiplayer Online games or MMOs. Every day after school, I'd run to my room and spend the rest of my day into the wee hours of the morning in those games, only coming out for dinner. I often stayed up til 3 or 4 in the morning and then took a shower and got ready for school. I didn't get much sleep, even before video games. I played Elder Tales, explored Tyria, the world of Guild Wars
An Escape from Reality Ch 4: Game ChangerAs our vision cleared, we were in the plaza of the Town of Beginnings. We could see the green lights from other players teleporting in.
"A forced teleport?" Sinon asked.
"I didn't even know that was possible," Kirito replied.
"It's probably just the GM getting everyone together to explain the situation," Klein stated.
"GM?" I asked, feeling slightly confused.
"Game Master, " Kirito answered, quickly cutting Klein off, " the person who handles the server from the inside. A leader of sorts."
Suddenly the bell stopped as the last of the green lights disappeared. The murmuring of the confused players grew louder.
Somebody suddenly shouted, "Look, up there. What is that?"
There was a red hexagon flashing in the middle of the sky and quickly filled it, alternating System Announcement and Warning. Some viscous liquid starting seeping through the cracks between hexagons, pooling in midair. I was slightly disturbed by its appearance similar to blood and judging from my friends' expressions, the
An Escape from Reality Ch 3: New FriendsKirito looked back at the group he managed to pick up without even trying. Sinon was a beta tester. He remembered her as one of the few bow users he remembered seeing in the beta. Fuyuko on the other hand ... there was something familiar about her even though it was obvious she was not a beta tester. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was so familiar about her, but he wasn't too worried about it. And then there was Klein, the red-haired swordsman. He was loud and boisterous.
Eventually, we stopped in the middle of the field. A boar spawned in a flash of polygons.
"Klein, you first."
Klein took up a ready stance and charged the boar, though it quickly sent him flying away with a well-placed headbutt. He writhed on the ground for a few minutes. Sinon laughed at his antics while Kirito just shook his head.
"Oh come on, seriously? You can't feel any pain." At his words, Klein blinked and stopped writhing.
"Oh yeah, you're right." He stood up gingerly, as if anticipating m
An Escape from Reality Ch 2: First StepsAfter a short calibration sequence, I came to the avatar customization screen. I was momentarily stunned by the wide variety of options available. I manipulated my avatar so that it was slightly taller than my actual size, though only by a few inches. I kept the hair color the same platinum blonde as my own, though I changed the hair style slightly so that it was longer and changed my eye color to a piercing blue. I was ready to go, as soon as I decided upon the name of my character. Fuyuko was something I've used before so I swiftly typed that in, and entered the rest of the game. I was greeted by the welcome screen and swiftly tumbled through streaks of blue light and electricity.
After opening my eyes, I found myself in a town. A little pop-up stated that this was the Town of Beginnings. I started twirling around, trying to take it all in. I had to admit, it was stunning. Even though I knew it was just a game, it seemed so real. I was starting to see why Anna loved these games. I st
An Escape from Reality Ch 1: Link StartIt's been 3 years since our parents passed. I still can't believe it's already been that long since they died in a car accident that left five others dead and dozens injured. Soon afterwards, I threw myself at my part-time job as an assistant art teacher at the local elementary school. In the process, I pushed my sister, Anna, away when she needed me the most. She became ... distant and serious all the time. She rarely smiled any more and refused to talk to me most of the time. Then, about a year ago, Anna discovered Massive Multiplayer Online games or MMOs. Ever since, I rarely see my sister. Every day after school, she'd run to her room and spend the rest of her day into the wee hours of the morning in those games, only coming out for dinner. I don't know how she did it, staying up til 3 or 4 in the morning just to get up at 6:30 for school. I went to bed at 10 and still woke up tired as ever. Earlier today (my first day off in almost 6 months I might add), there was a package for An
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
Welcome to Your NightmareWelcome to your nightmare.
This is the price of evil.
The sins that you've commited
and the darkness in your soul
have brought you here.
God ain't on your side anymore.
Your relationship with him was severed
when you rejected his commandments.
Nothing will stop the madness.
Your crimes haunt you.
But the trigger won't save you.
So now they ink numbers in your soul.
Just a puppet in the devil's show.
Just a slave in the hellfire.
This is the place where
Right is wrong
And wrong is right.
Pain needs no reason here.
This is your fate.
Such a tragic
turn of events.
No way out.
This is where you belong.
I'm your fucking nightmare.
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