Death of AcceptanceThe butterfly traveled once more, to its unknown destination. It didn't look for peace, it didn't look for tolerance, it didn't look for purity, for it had learned the terrible end for these ways. Instead it looked for acceptance. And it found it within a little boy. A little boy who was from a family of two people of the same sex. A happy boy, raised with love and care. Where the boy went the butterfly followed. No exception. Every morning a walk in the park with his family, every night playing board games. The boy grew older and learned things about life. He endured laughter, taunting, teasing. He fell in love with a woman who loved him back. But when he brought her home to meet his family she lost it and screamed at him. She called his family vile and disgusting, and immoral. She told him she wanted nothing to do with sinners. The butterfly watched in bewilderment. The woman was saying that his family was sinning, but she certainly had laid with more men than him, and he had remaine
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 intoxicated by her purity. Once inside it watched as the girl went from playing with dolls, to bringing books home from school. She grew into a fine young woman, always kind and always keeping that air of peace around herself. So the butterfly remained, and followed her to and from school. One day it witnessed something strange when she came home. As she u
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 fluttering around in a panic. It remained in the darkness for a while before it let up and it was looking at a little boy who was smiling joyfully. It sensed nothing bad from him, just happiness and ambition so it remained still in his hand. The boy began telling it stories of Peter Pan and good luck charms and how butterflies were fairies. But it
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 the field of flowers where it landed and was soon caught in a net. It fluttered about uselessly until it was placed in a jar, and a boy looked at it with excitement in his eyes. He ran back to his house and set it on his desk next to his computer before he went outside to talk to his parents. While outside he grew up and began to pick up his habits
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 hope, this small amount of heat, of joy. But you can hear the rush of ice cold venom behind you and you can't run anymore. Your body slows down and you clutch the thread in both hands and drop into the fetal position your eyes shut tight as your brace yourself. Within seconds your enveloped in ice. It starts at your back and you can ignore it at firs
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