Death of PeaceSwiftly moving, almost floating in the breeze the blue scaled insect continues to fly searching for some semblance of peace. I sees a girl with a string of balloons in her hands and carefully floats down since it can sense her potential. She looks at it and pulls at her father's coat lightly pointing and he laughs softly at her before he picks her up and carries her back to their house. The butterfly following finding that the presence of this little girl was the only replenishing thing from the toxins of the human world. She watched it with mesmerized eyes. As they reached the house she went inside and the butterfly following almost intoxica
Death of ToleranceAs the butterfly flew it paid attention to how wonderful the world was when civilization wasn't around. Beautiful flowers, wonderful streams, gorgeous forests. Then came humans, tall and emotionless buildings, holding no beauty but to reflect light. People on cell phones unawares to the cloud of poison that hung around them. There was no life amongst them. Just bodies moving in mass chaos. The butterfly kept going, not wanting to remain among the machines. As it flew it found a park. It contained a few flowers so it decided to rest carefully landing on one. Before it had any chance to realize what was happening its world went black. It began
Death of an AngelThe angel lay broken on the ground wings a useless heap around itself. They were broken and bleeding from the assault of the devil. Blank eyes stared out at the pavement, vision fading they shifted towards the figure moving towards it. Shadowed, no form, but the sense of death loomed. The shadow bent down next to the angel and moved brushing hair aside and leaned in close. "Die" it whispered and the angel went still with a rush of air that was felt as a breeze around the world. Hand falling open a simple butterfly took flight and the shadow watched it as the blue wings fluttered in the air. "Live" it whispered and the butterfly vanished into
Into DepressionThere are many things in this world, but one of the worst is sitting in a room of people and just feeling empty. Like you have nothing. That loneliness is like a cold running venom as it spreads through your body. Willing you to become numb as it devours your soul. No reason behind it, you just lose it. You grasp that last thread of hope and cling to it for dear life, but it's all futile. That warmth that you worked so hard to protect, running away from that dreadful venom is catching up. You hold the thread as close to your heart as you can in hopes that the warmth will remain. You've given your every effort to attain this small amount of ho
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