I followed them through the old door and the inside looked pretty nice. It had one hallway which on the left was a kitchen and on the right was a living room. Farther down the hallway were three doors on either side which I assumed were bedrooms and a bathroom.
They walked into the kitchen and sat at a table with four chairs.
They both took seats at one side and gestured for me to take one of the others.
I took the one across from Jose and waited for them to say something.
They both took a while to say something so we were stuck in this awkward silence for a minute.
Then Jose finally said,¨Ok this is going to sound insane but we think you have a demon, as in another consciousness in your mind that also just so happens to be a demon.¨
Well…that was quite something to just drop.
All I managed to say was just,¨Uh huh…¨
¨We know this because well…we have them too.¨
¨Wait,¨I said,¨so is that what that was when Ash tried to kill me?¨
Ash looked down, embarrassed, and said,¨Uh yeah…¨
¨But wait, I´ve never turned into something like that,¨I said.
¨Maybe, but your eyes did change. Have you been seeing any demon versions of you inside your mind? Or even in real life…like hallucinations?¨Jose asked.
¨Ok…that was oddly specific…but uh…¨I remembered that monster I had seen in my dream and when I had passed out yesterday,¨I think I have…¨
What was any of this supposed to mean? This was all so confusing…
¨Well that’s a demon. They try to take over our bodies sometimes and trap our consciousnesses in our mind…and then they can do…demon stuff…¨Jose trailed off.
¨And by demon stuff you mean?¨I asked.
¨Y´know…commit homicide and stuff…,¨Jose said.
Ash coughed to hide the words,¨Totally doesn´t sound insane or anything.¨
¨Well yeah, this does sound insane!¨I said,¨I´m just supposed to believe all of this and just be ok sure I’ll just continue on with my life with this burden!¨I said.
I may sound a bit harsh but imagine being told you have a demon inside of you and wants to basically take over your body and murder people and stuff. I was basically freaking out.
¨Look…it’s going to be really hard…but you can learn to control your demon…all though that´s a really hard path to go down,¨Ash said.
¨But wait, my demon never tried to take over…at least I don’t think so…maybe I don’t have to worry about it at all…I’m sure it’s all fine…I´m just seeing things probably and having some nightmares…and you all sound insane too so maybe we’re just in the same boat of insanity, right?¨
Jesus christ, I really was going crazy. I was not taking this news well.
¨Woah, Fern just calm down, I barely comprehend anything you just said, you were saying it so fast…just take a deep breath,¨Ash said.
Suddenly, I felt my vision going green and my head twitched…,¨Calm down?! How can I calm down when you’re telling me this stuff?!¨
Ash and Jose´s faces suddenly looked very concerned.
¨Fern, calm down, your demon is trying to take over, you need to calm down,¨Jose said.
They said something else but I didn’t hear it, my vision blurred so much and everything faded away, and then, I was gone.
I think you should fix the text in the image to say “Princess Of The Wrath” or something because “Princess Of Wrath” sounds the equivalent to “I am King of City.”.
Ok, I did change it. But I didn’t quite like Princess of The Wrath…but what you were saying made sense. So I changed it to this, it also fits with the lore a bit more.
Falling, Jump, and Walking animations for my upcoming game. I’m not sure I really like the diagonal lines with the legs, but it looked nice in animation. I know this will be the player character and all I’ll say for the game is that it’s about color.
This is a poem I wrote for an assignment at school
I’m calling it:
Mother’s Day
The teacher tells us to get our art supplies out
For that fateful day has come around
We’re making cards for our Mothers
But I don’t have one to give it to
I tell the teacher about it
And her eyes show that sympathetic look
The look I see everytime
“Maybe still do it anyways”
The teacher says,“Or maybe give it to your Dad.”
I nod my head and return to my desk
I create the card with pink and purple
I write words down on how grateful I am
How grateful I am
About my Mother
But the words seem fake
And no meaning comes behind it
For I can barely even remember
Her voice
Or her face
And when I take the card home
I ask my Dad,
“Should I put my card for Mom on the ash box?”
My Dad’s eyes glaze over
And I know I shouldn’t have said it
But he simply nods and I go to the room
The room with the bed and that odd little box
The box with all that’s left of Her in it
I place the card on top of the box
And stare at it for a while
Asking the world
Why that disease must exist
I remember everyone’s faces when I tell them
I remember hearing people talk about it
Behind my back
Or even right in front of me
I remember my Dad’s sobs
I remember the morning I woke up
And saw the bed stripped
Wondering why Mom wasn’t in bed
So when anyone asks me,
“What did you get for your Mom for Mother’s Day?”
I simply say,
“Flowers.”
I wrote this poem in free-verse, which is why there is practically no rhyming in it, but I think I like how it turned out.
And yes this is based on my experiences of dealing with my Mom dying of breast cancer when I was 6. But I don’t want a pity party ok? I just wanted to share a poem I made, that also has to do with a suckish part of my life. And it’ll just make it awkward anyways.
I’ve been in a poetry mood lately, and me and my friends created a document where we are all sharing our poems in for fun.
This is the first entry in the document that I wrote for it:
Poem Sharing
By: ARRTY
I´m writing my poem
And sharing my poem
I´ll rhyme in my poem
I´ll repeat in my poem
And
I´ll make rhythm in my poem
Except I´ve already failed at that task
But free verse is a thing
So I guess I´ll try that thing
Rhyming is also easier
If you end with easier
Same words make rhyming much easier
Is this poem good?
I really am not sure
It might sound great now
But tomorrow it surely won’t
But I’m having fun writing
And I´ll enjoy my writing
As I share my poem
With the ones who will enjoy it
As much as I did
