Thursday, January 23, 2014

Unnamed - Video Game Story - "Short" Story [2]


Prologue


Each time that headset came in contact with my head and stole me away to that crazy world, I never knew if I would make it out unscathed.
Vertigo, a gaming console (which was much better than Playstation or Xbox, in my opinion at least), released this new game, LiveStream, where you put on this headset and you could be ‘transported’ into a mind-blowingly dangerous reality game--all through a set of headphones.
The terrain of the game seemed to change whenever it pleased. At any given moment we could be running through the densest forest, flying over the highest mountains, or jumping from rooftop to rooftop in New York City. I don’t think that was supposed to happen, but it most certainly was an adventure (which is what Vertigo promised), so no one said anything or complained.
Naturally, I was one of the first brain-dead teenagers to invest in this product, because what else do I have to do with my time, schoolwork? Ha!
It seemed harmless at the time, “A new product?! Oh, that sounds nice!” No one thought anything of it. But as more and more people invested in this product, servers got crowded, details went a bit awry, and someone found a way to slip through the seemingly airtight security in the game.
That’s when things went wrong; people began disappearing without any word, just vanished into thin air. There were always those that would sign off because the adventure wasn’t their thing, but it started getting spooky. These weren’t just people-signing-off disappearances, but people--people who were still signed on--just disappeared, as if they were being sent somewhere else. It sure freaked me out, not to mention hundreds of others, but for some reason, no one spoke out; it was the so-called elephant in the room, and we were all chatting about the weather to ignore it. But it was hard; how could you ignore the fact that one minute you would be walking next to a fellow contestant in the game, and the next they vanish mid-conversation?
That’s why I’m talking to you right now; I needed to figure this out, and people need to know just how dark things got. It’s not safe out there, and sometimes I feel like this is the one--and only-- place I am.

This is Not My Home - "Short" Story [1]


He walked out on her. I was just over a year old, and he just walked out on her. He keeps blaming her, saying she's the one that fucked up, but I know that's a lie.

This was revenge. This was his way of 'getting back' at her. If he couldn't be happy, neither could she. So when she started seeing this new guy, he devised a plan.

Being that I didn't know this man was my father, he used that to his advantage. He tricked me, made me run away from my mother at the park that day. He claimed he was my Uncle Jim, and that my mom had asked him to pick me up.

I was reluctant at first. I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to go. I mean, my mother was sitting right there on the bench. I could see her. She was talking to one of her friends about Mom-Stuff, I guess. But if she was right there, why would she have sent someone else to get me?

‘Uncle Jim’ swore she did. He promised he would take me to a candy store. The little idiot I was, I took his word for it and walked around to the back of the car. He held the door open for me, and pushed a button on the side. It was the child-lock, used to make sure kids couldn't open the door from the inside.

Then he shut my door and climbed into the drivers seat. He buckled himself in and moved the gear shift into reverse. He turned around and gave me this big fake smile. I smiled back, not thinking anything of it.

The car began moving forward, and I heard him ask "Are you ready?"

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Such lulz we have here



Lovely Little Lucas - Sonnet



My little sibling Lucas likes to play.
He pretends like he’s slaying dinosaurs.
When he’s not slaughtering, he cries all day.
We hope hes better by the age of four.


He wakes me up at six in the morning.

Sometimes screaming, others cheerfully shout.
All of this comes without any warning.
He is shooed away and leaves with a pout.

I do enjoy his presence all the time.
He always puts a smile on my face.
The time I spend with him is so sublime.
His tiny hugs are the strongest embrace.

He’ll grow up, he’ll forget some times we shared
But he will always love me, this I swear.



Christmas Tankas


Christmas time is here.
Presents under trees.
Wrapping up presents.


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Kids making Christmas wishes.
Mom fixing up some dinner.
Girls at church wearing dresses.
Helping with decorations.


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Christmas time is here:
Girls at church wearing dresses.
Presents under trees.
Mom fixing up some dinner.
Kids making Christmas wishes.