What Has the World Become?

      People like reading books that are all the same. Same plot. Same events. Same plot twist. Same everything. I'm different. I like new things, that others haven't tried yet. The book that no one has read because the plot isn't about love? Yeah I read that. The book that doesn't have any human characters? Read it. The book that talk about human agony? Read it. The sad thing is, people look at me weird when I say I don't like the newest book that came out. "Why don't you like this book? It's sooooooo amazing!"  No it's not. It was predictable and simple minded. "Oh my god, why do you even read that? It soooo boring!" Oh I'm sorry, is it too complex for your bird brain? Maybe if you read a book that was different and didn't complain, you would understand.
      People like to have a certain look that is always the same. Same shirt. Same shoes. Same accessories. Same everything. Yes, I'm different. I like to express myself and my interests through my clothing. The shirt that has a reference? I have it. The pants that are colored weird? I have it. "Oh my god! Look at that shirt! It's soooo original!" Every other girl has it. "Why do you wear that? It's so ugly!" Well boo hoo, I like it. I feel comfortable.
      People look down on me because I'm so different. Because I don't fit the mold of society. Because I don't follow others mindlessly. Because I make my own path. Society has tried to kill me before. How rude of me, I didn't introduce myself. I'm commonly known as originality.

The Sadness of Lonliness

Being a receptive person, she was loved dearly. She listened to her “friends” who had dramatic problems, to the stories of her grandmother which had rheumatism, to her parents who had work issues, to her teachers and basically everyone. When she wasn’t listening to anyone, she played euchre with herself. It was difficult to play, but she developed a method to play alone. But it was because she played alone that things changed. Or more like people changed, for they didn’t love her anymore. Everyone made sarcastic remarks about her, and it hurt her. People spread rumors about her to the point where he seemed reprehensible. To escape the pain these remarks brought to her, she always acted bemused about anything, too deep in thought to pay attention to anything people were saying. Now, everyone bleated about her, but they were only criticizing her. Picking apart her appearance and focusing only on her flaws, completely ignoring her good features. So she locked herself in her room, rarely coming out. Sometimes, she would remember wisps of her past, the time when she was loved. She would only cry herself to sleep and repeat the same process the next day and the day after. This went on for a year.

One day, her door opened. She stepped out to a sunny day. She had completely changed, and for the worst. She walked in a sullen manner, her eyes dull, her skin grey, and her hair dead. A depressing mood hovered around her wherever she went. Finally, the people realized what they had done. They destroyed her from the inside out with loneliness.

Something in the Woods

I didn’t want to go in the woods. They were creepy, dark, and just plain weird. There were no legends of scary monsters or murders about them, but that didn’t stop them from being creepy. Of course, my college friends all wanted to explore them. We had just graduated so they wanted to do something “fun”. They all pulled me to the car, strapped me in the car seat, and we drove off to the edge of the woods. We arrived, after a half hour trip, to the forest. I grudgingly approached the tree line. I could here bugs and all sorts of parasitic insects. My friends were obstinate about exploring the wooded land, so they dragged me into the dark, gloomy trees. We went farther and farther into the unknown, sometimes stumbling on a rock or fallen branch. Everyone started complaining that this was boring and we should start heading back. Maybe they were bored like they said, or they were getting scared, I didn’t know. We still walked farther anyways. Then, one of the guys tripped on something and fell. We all rushed to the spot and saw a slate of what seemed like obsidian. On closer inspection, words were carved into the stone. Everything was rather cryptic, but I read it anyways. The engraving was rather cliche, like in any horror story, it said we couldn’t trust each other and had to get out as fast as we could. The unsettling part was that it said I couldn’t show it to anyone else. The others asked about the engraving. Their minds were rather tractable, so I was able to convince them is was nothing.

Darkness was settling, so we headed back. For some reason, the others started laughing. Their irrepressible laughter was extremely unsettling. I asked them what was going on, why they were laughing so much. Being the only one not laughing, it was rather ignominious for me. Where they laughing at me? I started walking faster, wanting to get out as fast as I could. Their laughter was resonating in the entire woods. I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling to myself. Why was I laughing now? What was going on? Where were the others? I looked around, still laughing to myself, when I noticed the obsidian slate on the ground. I walked to it, but the message was different. It said… I had to stay here forever? Then something changed in my mind. Was… was i going insane? I walked back the way I came and finally found the others, rolling on the ground laughing.

 Their bodies fell posthumously. Finally, the laughter had completely stopped. They had matriculated to 

be doctors, scientists, whatever. I didn’t care about them. Never did and finally, it was quiet. But now that they well, were not moving or laughing anymore, I had to find other things to disport myself. I had majored in psychology, so I knew how people thought. I carved in the trees little messages that would make them come inside the forest. There were no legends that could keep people from venturing inside, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something in the woods…

Moving Out

I had just finished unpacking the last box that held my few possessions. Though the apartment was small, I had ensconced rather well. The sunlight filtered through the white curtains, and the ocean breeze gave the small room a nice feeling. Moving here was quite laborious, but it was worth it. My dream had been to move to a vivacious city, where I could be a veterinarian. The move was rather impromptu, an idea out of the blue. I should say that it had unraveled rather well for something that wasn’t even planned. My friend burst in through the door, carrying the TV. His acute sense of sight caught the lamp about to fall. He was somehow able to catch it with his foot without breaking it.

Everything was in place, including my friend on the couch, exhausted. A knock at the door caught my attention. I walked to the wooden door and opened it, having the pleasant song of it’s creaking protest. A young woman was going around the building canvassing for something I didn’t understand, since she was talking so fast. I sent her on her way, and turned back to my new living spaces. I got my friend to capitulate, and get off the couch. I sent him on his way too. From his countenance, he didn't seem too pleased, but he left anyways. I walked over to the window, pushed the curtains aside, and looked at the outside world. Down the street, there seemed to be a riot. Someone got out of a fancy car that had just arrived. A retinue followed that person around, must have been a government official, or something of the sort. A knock at the door distracted me from the scene down the street. I opened the door once more to see my friend standing there. From his demeanor, he had forgotten something again. I sighed and let him in. He hastily took up his car keys on the couch. He ran back out the door, grinning at me as he left. I chuckled, and closed the door once again.

A Shift in Nature

There was a pond in the forest. It really was a juncture of two small rivers that danced down from the mountains, but I still considered it a pond. The water was recumbent, so animals would often come to drink. Trees lined the edge of the water along with flowered bushes. The scene was mottled with all the flowers, berries, leaves, and the water’s aquamarine surface. The gentle breeze gave the trees the power to sing a soft and sweet melody that could put even a crying baby to sleep. A heron would often come to feed on the fish that swam, its stilted legs slowly moving in the water. I would come with a bindle, for I stayed and rested long hours there. This really was a paradise on Earth, but that’s the past. The beautiful place is now a farm. The small paradise was unearthed and replaced by a farm for its soil. I now stand in front of this horrid farm morosely, remembering the happy times I spent in the past. The screaming thrashing machines replace the singing trees. The crystal water replaced by a mud bath for pigs. The sweet smelling berries replaced by scentless corn. Everything, gone. The rivers had been moved from their natural position, derived to feed the dirty consuming cities. I was not the only one put into anguish, for all the animals had been driven out of the woods or killed. I had tried to stop the destruction of the delicate forest, but the people refused and used their foolish arguments to silence me. The virulent pain took over my mind, soul, and body, slowly destroying me from the inside out. All this because of a miser who wanted money that the farm would produce. All this destruction of beauty because of a selfish man. All this, because of my brother.

The Colors of the World

A young teenage girl with incredible powers walked down the street on a cold night. The police were after her once again, but her cunning helped her escape their fat, greasy, hands. She thought of everything she had done, nothing bad but against the law. All color was forbidden. Color made emotion which in turn made war. That was the law. No emotion was allowed. However she had different plans for the future. Her goal was to show that color was an incredible thing that had great peaceful power, not the destructive force the government thought it had. Over the years of the plan, she procured enough skill with her power that she was changing the minds of people. Her power was color. Anything she toughed instantly changed from a dull grey or black to a bright and living color. Walls she touched were immediately covered in the most exquisite decorations of flowers, graffiti, or anything that could bring life to this dull world. Though the government and adults though she was a vile teen, children and teens thought she was amazing. All the grown ups were desperately trying to get rid of her, but she was predominant with her color and hope she brought. She had tried many times to bring reason to the court but her intercessions got her nowhere. So tonight she was going to change everything. She walked to the center of the city, where the heart resided. It was a simple flower, but it drained all color from the world. She finally got to the center. Of course, there were guard that were protecting the small, sallow flower. The guards seemed to waver. They were looking at the flower with what seemed like anger. They were rather lamentable, wanting to destroy the flower, but unable to do so. The teen walked up to the guards and asked if they were okay. They replied that even though the were guarding the flower, they had a strong urge to destroy it. They had seen the color the girl gave off and they wanted color to return to the world. The girl smiled and asked them to step aside. They were hesitant at first but then unwieldy stepped aside. She walked up to the flower gallantly and touched it. Color returned.