The doctor slammed the door behind him. They were angry. Angry and chasing after him. Every child and mother and father he had planned on euthanizing for the betterment of mankind broke free of the execution chambers and were destroying the dome. He stared out his office window and watched his life dream turn into horror. He was inside the main building on the north-most side of the glass dome surrounding the city of perfection. He could hear his doom approaching as the sound of shuffling feet marched closer to his office door. Puffy, swollen fists banged against the steel door and the screech of teeth against metal walls filled the atmosphere. Outside the glass dome was beginning to form cracks as the escaped ones raged on outside. Soon these monsters would be swarming the streets of New York, seeking help. But there was no hope for them. Their medicine would make sure of that. An orchestra of screams rang through the city up to the office room, screams from the ones down below being
I was walking along the rocky shore of this foul island. The waves smell of my dreams. The waves scatter them around my feet and then take them away, constantly tormenting me. Even the winds, my last comfort, have been warded off. They refuse to give me reassurance anymore. I look up at the sky and stare. A blackened tear rolls down the side of my cheek. I wipe it before the demons hidden in the leaves come to tease me. "I hate this place," I said aloud to myself, "I just want it all to disappear!" I run off into the forest as I could hear the demons catching up to me. I look up to see cranes flying up overhead. I hear the beat of the wings and my memories sweep me up into their domain.
I look down and see the island far below me and realize I have wings. The winds are weaving between my feathers and the moon was painting my white feathers a blessed, ghostly white. The ocean spray feeds my wanderlust. I laugh in glee, a strange cackle coming fr
Psychologist and a Murderer
"Hello Mr. Yale, how are you?"
"I thought we were going to call me Ace?"
"Okay then, Mr. Ace?"
"I SAID JUST ACE!"
The psychologist jumped. She was ever so thankful he was chained to his seat. Being a psychologist was scary sometimes. Though never has she been given a subject as difficult as this one.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry " Ace crumpled down in his chair and began to weep. He was constantly shaking. In the first session, she asked if he was cold. He just started mumbling about how he loved the cold and how he wished to die under the snow while gazing at the Aurora Borealis. Nut job, she thought to herself. Freak probably snapped when his father said no to trip to Alaska or something. She had worked a few cases before this one, and they were all just extremely arrogant and spoiled children that did minor crimes as a rebellion. This guy was a bit strange though.
"It's alright, Ace. Do you need to take a break?"
"You don't really care."
"You don't care about me, you care ab
Peace. Everything there has a tint of peace. The jades and emeralds of the luscious grass mingled and danced as the wind flooded through them. The trees, red speckled in with the green, swayed and watched over the grass to make sure the gales played nicely. The ground curved and tumbled with a grace only the Earth could know. Harmony fed what could accept it there.
As winds blow, trees sway, and blades of grass dance, a silent orchestra rings through the air. The fire of greed and the cold of sorrow cannot penetrate the soft air of the valley. Sunlight glides onto the hills and embraces the ground with a gentle warmth and glow.
One heart here can hear the music, the heart of the girl sitting on the grass. Those tears she cried moments ago have vanished with her burdens. The wind jumps from the grass to caress her cheek. The trees send her some leaves, a gift only they could give. The scars she bares seem to disappear. She is far from that