"Entropy"_I don't believe my ears._I Remember_Seneca has a Date
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"Entropy"
TW:// Self Harm and Gore. "Entropy plagues our mind since birth."John reached out his hand. but the bird flew away; his hands inches from its tail. He sighed heavily and watched it soar up the muddy yellow sky. Sheets of clouds covered the sky, all bleached with a yellow tinge and John could only wonder how bright the sun shone above them. He felt like even if a tiny ray of the sunshine hit his skin, he would levitate.Regardless, he thought of that as impossible. The Earth held him back, its roots gripped into his legs. He felt so heavy he wondered if he would plunge through the ground anytime...
I don't believe my ears.
Opening SceneWhat is that sound? My ears are telling me that what I am hearing is the whistling of a kettle. But I just can’t believe my ears. It just couldn’t be. Do people actually hallucinate sounds? That’s probably what it is. I sometimes see things that aren’t really there, so why not sounds as well. I could be that lonely these days that my mind overrules my senses in what it wants to hear.Two Weeks EarlierGloria receives a much awaited phone call. It is good news. She then thinks about communicating it to her husband Bill at work in his job as a truck driver delivering supplies in the...
I Remember
Sometimes I still think back to everything that happened. It's been so long that most of it blurs together. The yewww.onedoor.ccars blended together, events got muddled together and mixed up. So much had just fallen out of order. But other parts of it I remember so sharply. Vivid images and clear noises despite the years and years that have passed by. Memories so deeply ingrained in my brain that I can never forget them. Good, bad, terrible, and beautiful. The best moments of my life and horrors that still haunt each in my darkest dreams. All of those memories were so complex and deep, saved as snapshots ...
Seneca has a Date
He who spares the wicked injures the good. Seneca – ancient Roman philosopherJUNE 13, 2011 Seneca stared out of the window of the train, calculating how fast the train was moving. It was an easy calculation to make since the telephone poles were exactly 88 feet apart. This mental activity palled after the ten seconds it took to work this out. Her dad came to mind after this; he was always good at mental math, even if he was a terrible person. This thought led her to Ned Chalmers, the man she had killed three days ago. He had been a terrible person as well. She went through the anatomy of the k...