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Persona 3: Fade: 8A part of me wants to believe that it was nothing more then a simple dream. I'd like to think that it was just a simple nightmare induced by the stress that my new life was causing.
But... something about the that took place... something about the events that proceeded the dream...
All of it fits together so perfectly... I can't believe that it was pure coincidence.
The dream began with me standing alone in a dark, empty space. At first, I stood perfectly still, listening to the heavy silence that blanketed the area around me.
After a long while of standing in place, I started walking forward.
Before I knew it, I was running.
I had only been running for a short time before I felt my heart sink, along with the majority of my body. I started to fall, even though I hadn't seen an edge!
For what seemed to be an eternity, I screamed as I fell, waiting and wondering when th
AngerAnger is a feeling we all have.
It's apart of human nature, no matter how good-natured a person is, there is always something that will make them experience the dreadful feeling of Anger.
I try to control this Anger, lock it away and be the best person I can be; though I cannot say I've always succeeded. I get Angry, as we all do. I am a human with flaws, and I am willing to admit it.
Right now, Anger is an emotion that is very present in my mind. Everyday I wake up and have to be reminded of how Angry I really am, with no hope of relief or release. I must harbor this Anger and deal with it myself, just as a lot of people should.
I'd like to believe I'm a good person. I'd like to say that when I get Angry at others, I'm not always at fault. But, as we all know, that can't be true one-hundred percent of the time.
But this time... I truly believe I have a full right to be Angry. I believe that I have every right to be experiencing this dreadful feeling that keeps building up inside. Not
Fade: Section 8 PreviewAt the time, I thought it was just a simple dream.
You couldn't imagine my surprise when it turned out to be something more.
I was alone in a dark, empty space. It was empty and barren, and it was as black as black as every step I took echoed off of imaginary walls that I wasn't even sure were there. It was eerily silent, and knowing that I was alone in this space filled me with a type of fear I couldn't understand. Before I knew it, I was running aimlessly through the dark space.
But then I fell.
I didn't even see an edge.
I screamed as I plummeted, feeling pure fear course through every vein of my body. Wondering when the end of my trip would come, wondering if I was going to wake up from this dream.
Just then, I realized that there was a voice besides my own filling the air around me. A second voice, one that was girlish and frightened, screamed along with me as it called out for help.
Persona 3: Fade: 7(I know this is long...but try to hang in there ^^)
Two school days passed by with ease.
My fourth full day of school was drawing to a close as students around me fidgeted in their seats, eyes focused on the clock in the front of the room.
My attention, however, was bouncing back and forth between the board and a single sheet of notes on my desk.; my pen sloppily scribbling down every last letter the teacher had written.
I can honestly say that my adjustment to school life had been fairly easy and effortless. So far, I have been able to keep up with my classmates' pace and turn in any and all assignments on time. In short, I was blending into the background seamlessly, and that was a good thing.
My pen stopped moving just as the bell rang, ending another long, tedious school day for the students.
"Phew " I sighed, stretching across my desk with a yawn. "I thought
dAmn itThis text right here is supposed to be previews for Sections 7 and 8 of Fade, but instead of uploading it correctly, DeviantArt was mean and refreshed the page JUST as I had finished writing both previews. Not bothering to save my work.
So, instead of previews of the next two chapters, here's a lovely poem I wrote.
Roses are Red
Voilets are Blue
I'm not very happy,
what about you?
Leave a comment about how your feeling below
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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