Knowledge and Sorrow, Humanity at it's core by fantasylover100, literature
Literature
Knowledge and Sorrow, Humanity at it's core
"I applied my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly. I perceive that this also was a chasing at the wind. For in much wisdom, is much grief. And he that increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow." I don't know if that's from anything else, but these are some of the first words heard in the first Assassin's Creed game. For a while, I never really understood what they meant, naively believing that if you were smarter, you'd be happier. Yet for everything that's happened over the last half a decade and then some, some of us have gotten wiser, more knowledgeable...and more depressed. I say "some" because not everyone has the same outcome as others. Some perhaps are happier in times before or, god forbid, during these trying times of the pandemic. Some have yet to learn a lesson in putting health over tradition, and end up even dumber than before. And some just don't have, or never had, a care in the world. And then some just want to watch the world burn. But we'll get to that
Alone With My Thoughts by fantasylover100, literature
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Alone With My Thoughts
I sit on the floor in the dark room, radio on, drink in hand, the window open to let the cool night breeze in after a long day. Everyone I know is asleep. No one around but myself. I check my phone for any messages I might get. No one. Not a single soul. The music tunes out most of the noises of the night, save for a train you can hear from the other side of town. A sound I’ve heard since as long as I can remember being alive. Am I alive? I’m breathing, so I guess I am, even if signs tell me otherwise. Despite the dread of the world, I am alive. I hope those I know and love are too. So why, then, why do I feel so empty? Am I really broken? Am I selfish for living in a home when others have it worse? Am I really sad, if I can’t quite grasp others feelings? Am I really alone, despite being around loved ones? Why can’t I get an answer? Why do I avoid asking? Why do I want companionship, despite my hatred of people? Why do I seek others approval, despite not caring what others would think?
Bad Luck and Pumpkin Ice Cream by fantasylover100, literature
Literature
Bad Luck and Pumpkin Ice Cream
The sounds of a light flicking on above the barely concious Huntsman, tied up on a wooden chair. The light above him swings around slowly like a pendulum. Slow footsteps echoed the otherwise dark room closer to the waking man. The sound of a whistling tune came in afterwards. Forward came a man in a white jacket and cane, hooked in his arms.
“One. Little. Slip up." He spoke in a soft tone, with a hint on venom. “That's all it takes to ruin the perfect crime." He turned to face him, lighting a cigar. His face illuminated, showing the face with a mix of anger and annoyance. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a tamed
Journey Back Home Chapter 1 by fantasylover100, literature
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Journey Back Home Chapter 1
The sounds of wind breezing were enough to awaken the person lying on the ground. He grabbed his head, groaning and sitting up, opening his eyes to seeing a field of dry grass around him, a sun rising over the horizen.
“Where the hell...?" He asks himself. He stands up, brushing the dirt of his black longcoat, checking himself for the rest of his gear. His weapons were missing, only the empty holsters and scabbard on his coat belt. He sighs, looking around more where he was.
There were some hills behind him, with a dirt road on them. That had to mean there was a town near by. In frond of him was just more grass. It looked dead.
Only on
My mind hurts from the inside out,
My words here or insane without a doubt,
This shit the worlds been through, this ain't what this is just about,
It's a sign in the mind, to give you a decent amount.
So much negativity all in one floating rock,
Positivity is right there, can't you hear it knock?
Keep pushing that shit around asshat, you'll get socked,
We all want that nope dope to vanish like 2pac.
Stirred up emotions, my heart hurts more,
From love to hate, both rushing through the door,
Nostalgia takes over, now that's a fucking eyesore,
Who knew keeping emotions could be such a chore?
Kidnaps, killings, hate crimes, the works,
This wor