What I've been working on.

i have no time no life my existence is nothing i am merely a dream i dwell in your head and feast on your anxiety and when you feel joy i am enraged a wretch like you should never feel joy only pain lay down and die lay down and die

He never saw his dreams. He wondered if this was the result of injury, perhaps he hit his head against something and knocked something loose in his brain. Or if he were cursed. An Akero who could not dream was a liability. He didn’t want to let his people down.
“What did you see, Heaven?” asked the Headmaster.
“I...”
And yet he could do nothing but let them down, again and again.
“No-nothing.”
Headmaster’s expression was was always locked into a frigid gaze, and his eyes pierced his psyche and paralyzed his senses.
“Your mind is dull, Heaven. You lack the joy, the imagination, the love that it takes to be a seer. You have talent but...talent alone will take you nowhere.”
Headmaster left him staring at his bended knees, his heart pounding and heavy. He only wanted to do well, to do right by his people. They needed him. He gazed around and saw his peers, eyes closed as they laid on their own oval platform. Behind their eyelids they dreamed vividly, picturing worlds foreign to him, worlds he would never see.

“Heaven. Heaven. Heaven!”
He was shaken from his stupor by her soft voice, and he turned away from the cliff and gazed into her eyes, blue as anything he had ever seen. He thought they were wonderful.
“Stephanie...you shouldn’t be around me.” he murmured.
“Why not? We’re friends, right?”
He turned away from her.
“Heaven? Don’t be like that.” She reached out and grabbed his wrist and he blushed suddenly. “What’s wrong with you?”
“W-well..I’m just...I’m not..you shouldn’t hang around someone like me. Someone’s whose no good, you know? There are better people to talk to. You can talk to them about your dreams.”
Stephanie sighed, shook her head and looked into the sky fettered with clumped clouds.
“You’ve been listening to Headmaster. I don’t know why. He’s just jealous of what you can do.”
“That’s nonsense, I don’t do an-”
“Stop it!”
Her expression made him uncomfortable. He didn’t want to annoy her.
“You’re so talented. You do everything perfectly...it’s like you were born to be a seer. The rest of us...we’re so jealous," she said as her expression softened. “The Headmaster talks about how you can’t dream. Well, dreaming isn’t everything. They’re only visions. We need people like you to act on them.”
She touched her shoulder and smiled. He didn’t blush, the pit of his stomach merely burned and twisted.
“You’re too kind to me...Stephanie.”
He smiled even though he knew her words were empty. To dream was to exist.
“Come on,” she said. “The lunch room is serving double layered chocolate cake.”
His eyes light up at the thought of eating lunch with her.

Two, three days, if not less.

Not from my old blog, but from a forum I used to frequent frequently like a year ago, the forum being an offshoot of a forum I used to frequent even more frequently that I inadvertently dismantled by being a cockpiece. 


But enough of that haha were having fun


Third best thing I've written, was supposed to be a bit in this project some friends and I were working on, basically we all took on different characters that all lived in the same city, the stories would interweave and eventually converge at the end in some sort of apocalyptic supermeltdown. It never panned out because we were all lazy shits. Read.




Lioden's "government" was known as the Veil. A force that acted instantaneously, without warning, without mercy or remorse. The mention of the Veil inspired unfounded fear, the way children fear the monster under the bed. Only the Veil was not fiction. 
There was a time where the Veil wasn't needed, a time when people respected each other, where the orgies were consensual, and the amorality that hanged heavily in the air inspired exuberance. Things change.

Leiuix was compelled to handle this incident himself. A man acting out, disturbing the peace. Hyped up on Magik. Protocol was to pacify him, using high intensity static pulses generated from a Haer Pistol, clean up the immediate area, then take the incapacitated offender to HQ for interrogation and eventually reprogramming.
None of that was happening tonight. Leiuix was in the mood for a kill.

"Give me a kiss!" he demanded as he pulled a woman towards him as she struggled. His suit was stained with alcohol, his breath reeking of it as well. His eyes were glazed over. He was in a magik induced haze. He smiled.
"You're so fucking hot..." he breathed.
"Get off of me!" she screeched.
"No..I need that heat..I need your body...come here you fucking whore!"
He drew her near enough to kiss her. He leaned in, lips puckered as she bucked backwards, clasping her right hand over his face. There was a low buzzing before he was forced to the ground, falling on his back. She turned to run.
"Goddamned bitch!" he yelled as he scrambled to his feet. There was a brick nearby. He didn't hesitate as he grabbed it and threw it at the back of her head. The thud was dull, low. The blood started spurting from her head immediately as she crumpled to the pavement. He stumbled towards her as she convulsed.
"Now I've got you," he said in a whisper as he turned her over. Her eyes were full of fear.
"You look beautiful."
He started ripping her clothes off, his eyes becoming crazed. He was going to ravage her as she slowly died.

Leiuix watched this happen. The act of rape didn't thrill him, but violence did. Unfiltered despondency. The tragic side of humanity that his parents tried so diligently to shield him from. He took it in. Then he approached him.

"Is this your thing?" he asked the man as he tried to enter the woman. He merely turned his head slowly to gaze at him.
"What?"
"Is this your thing? Is this what you like to do?"
"I'll kill you if you don't get away from me."
Leiuix shrugged. He looked around.
"This place is pretty secluded," he said to himself as the crazed man rose to his feet, the bloody brick in hand.
"I warned you." he said in a growl. He raised the brick, preparing to smash Leiuix's head in. Leiuix merely put his left index finger to his chest, propelling him several feet. He hit the ground, rolling for a few feet before stopping. His left leg was broken, as was his left hand. Leiuix smiled as he screamed in pain.
"How does it feel?" said Leiuix as he slowly walked towards him, stepping over the woman. "The pain is intoxicating, no?"
The crazed man tried to sit up, using his right hand to prop himself up.
"What are you!? Fucking..fucking freak! You're one of those freaks!"
"Ironic!" shouted Leiuix as he outstretched an arm and made a fist, causing the man to suddenly rise into the air. He screamed loudly as his body became rigid.
"Keep screaming!" Leiuix shouted. "Help me etch this moment into my mind!"
"Stop it! Oh god, please! Please stop!"
"There is no god, fool. Only Leiuix."
He released his fist. Electricity began coursing through the crazed man's body. He began to fry. He burst into flame. Leiuix smiled as wide as he could before letting his arm fall to his waist. The crazed man exploded, charred flesh flying everywhere. A chunk smacked Leiuix in the face.
"What a rush!" he shouted as he outstretched to the sky. He looked down. Blood was pooled around his boots. He turned and looked down at the woman. She was looking at him, her eyes begging him to help. Leiuix chuckled.
"Death is the next frontier," he said as he stepped over her again. "Embrace it."
Lioden's greatest defender, a god to lesser men. 

This was actually supposed to be like, a weekly series that never panned out because I am a lazy shit. I might kick it back into overdrive though. I actually rewrote this and made it better so. 


Episode 1
The Fire

She watched him as he watched himself in the mirror, adjusting his suit jacket. She sat up on her knees on the bed.
"I wish you'd let me in."

"Can't. Way too dangerous, 'specially for someone like you."

"Like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You scare too easily. Something like this requires a cool head. You don't have that quality."

"I'm more then capable of handling pressure! As a matter of fact, I work better with pressure!"

"Cut it out, Mya, Not in the mood to argue."

"Well then let me in!"

"Just. Stop."

She sighed, and flopped onto her back as he began to work on his tie. 

"You get to have aaaall the fun."

"This isn't fun. It's business."

"It sounds fun to me."

"It's fun until bullets start flying by your head. Or something tries to decapitate you with it's claws or something."

He finished his tie knot. 

"Don't answer the phone, unless it's me."

"I know."

"This one shouldn't take so long. Not as long as last time."

She came up behind him, pressing herself against her back as she wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"Promise?" 

"No promises. But an educated guess."

"Hmm. Good enough."

She kissed his cheek before letting him go and returning to the bed. 

"Don't get hurt this time either."

He felt the thin scar that ran inbetween his right eye and his nose down to the right corner of his check.

"I won't."

He left the apartment quietly and quickly, and entered the back seat of the black towncar waiting out front for him. The driver laughed. 

"Back at it again, huh Minus?"

"Unfortunately."

"Hehe. Good to see you postponed your retirement. Thought things were gonna go and get boring around here. A guy with your talents doesn't come around too often."

"Talents..wouldn't go and call it that, personally."

"Hey, a talent's a talent. Even if it is based around destruction."

Their destination wasn't too far. A small house on the end of a quiet street. They pulled into the driveway. 

"Well, here's your stop." said the driver. "Got a few more people to pick up, so I can't stay and watch, unfortunately."

"Sad."

"Good luck, though. They say this one is kind of unruly...hehe."

Minus exited the car and walked to the door. He knocked twice. A few seconds later, the door swung open. Standing on the opposite side of him was a woman, wearing a white jumpsuit. She smiled widely. 

"There you are! I was worried you weren't coming."
"I did say I'd be here."

"Of course, of course. Shouldn't have doubted your word. But uh, come in, come in." 

She ushered him inside, then looked outside to see if anyone was watching. She closed the door behind her.

"Well, I am Patricia, captain of this passageway," said the woman, extending her hand to shake Minus'. "We already know who you are. Our equipment is downstairs. Follow me, if you will."

She lead Minus through a hallway, then through a door, down a flight of stairs.

"I understand this Yokai is deadly." said Minus. 

"Well, it is a tad bit more powerful then what we're used to dealing with, so yes, it is more deadly," she said while looking over her shoulder. "And on top of that, it's a breed that we haven't encountered yet. But it shouldn't be anything you can't handle." She said with a smile.
The basement was almost bare, save for a single computer, a projection screen on the wall, and a large, white device that resembled a film projector. Three men scurried around the basement, making sure the equipment was operational.
"Alright, people," said Patricia. "Are we ready?"
"Yes ma'am!" they confirmed. Patricia turned to Minus.
"Alright. The DBD setup should only take a moment. Just try and relax."
She turned her attention to the projector. Minus removed his suit jacket and placed it on the plastic straightback chair leaned up against the wall behind him. As he rolled his shirt sleeve to his elbows, he thought of Mya, crying. He tried to shake the image from his head, but it wouldn't leave. He sighed.
"This has to be the last time." he said to himself.
"Is the DBD ready?" asked one of Patricia's assistants. She gave him the thumbs up. "Alright..activating disruptor program...now!" he double clicked an icon on the computer. The projector began to whir.
"Are you ready, Mr. Minus?" asked Patricia.
"...I suppose so. Let's get this over with."
The  projector emanated light onto the screen. A circular hole began to appear, its edges shimmering. It grew larger and larger, until the entire projector screen showed the parking lot of a convenience store.
"This is where we pinpointed its location," said Patricia as she handed Minus an ear piece. He put it in, and arched his eyebrows.
"I don't see anything." he said.
"Well..we think this one has the power of invisibility."
"Interesting."
Minus made his way to the screen.
"Good luck out there!" said Patricia.
"Yeah..."
He stepped through the screen, into the parking lot. The portal flashed, then disappeared. It was dark, the streets totally empty. Minus looked around.
"Even if it's invisible, I should still be able to feel it's presence..Maybe she was wrong."
A large black van came roaring down the road, quite suddenly. Minus immediately recognized its design.
"A trap.." he muttered to himself.
The van turned into the parking lot, and came to a squealing halt. Men dressed in black body armor with the acronym DDS emblazoned on their chest in large white letters poured out of the back door of the van, all carrying automatic rifles. They quickly surrounded Minus, taking aim.
"Don't move!" yelled a member of the squad. "One twitch and you're dead! Put your hands behind your head, and get on your fucking knees! Now!"
"Can't." replied Minus. "I've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Get down! I won't say it again!"
"You won't have the chance.."
"What?"
Minus closed his eyes.
"Fire."
Bright blue flames began to circle around Minus, originated from an unseen source.
"What the fu..."
"Burn:"
The flames burst out in all directions in massive tendrils, consuming the squad in an azure blaze. There was no chance to retaliate.Minus adjusted his tie. He tapped his ear piece
"-inus, are you th-why didn't you turn your communicator on!?" screeched Patricia into his ear.
"I never turn the communicator on..anyway, there aren't any Yokai here. The DDS guys are getting smarter, it seems. They must have sent out some energy signals similar to Yokai energy to through us off."
"Yes, it would seem as such. It's shame they're so hostile towards us. We're only trying to help.."
"Hmm. Help."
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm ready to come back now."
"Alright, we'll reopen the portal. Stand bye."
The portal became visible, almost immediately.
"Technology's getting better..finally.." muttered Minus. Immediately after he spoke, the portal disappeared.
"Patricia.." said Minus.
"Hold on, hold on...something's...somethings not right here. Let me...check the DBD..what's wrong wi-the frequency? Minus, I think there's something wrong on your side. Someone's interfering with-ur frequ-losing connecti-Minus, you're in danger! Get out of-"
The communicator went dead.
"Fuck." signed Minus, rage building inside of him. "This cannot be happening now. Not now. Dammit!"
He punched the pole of the stop sign next to him. It bent inwards, the sign now facing the ground.
The communicator caught a signal.
"Huh? Patricia? What's goin-"
"Minus?" said a distorted voice. "Is this the Instrument known as Minus? Please answer."
"Ye-yes. Who the hell are you?"
"Call me Sirus. In thirty seconds, the area you're standing in will soon be flooded with the alien life forms you and your ilk refer to as 'Yokai'. If you can defeat them all without dying. I will assist you in returning to your dimension."
"What? Cut the bullshit and tell me what's going on!"
"Interesting. You're much more excitable then what you were described as. Anyway, fifteen, seconds, try not to die."
The communicator went dead as otherworldly screams began to ring throughout the neighborhood. Minus clenched his fists.

What you need is blood

Another thing from my old blog. This dude gets a blowjob totally


"I would like a strawberry sundae," she said with a smile. The counter boy blushed.
"C-c-coming right up, maam!".
He scurried to the ice cream machine and began to craft her item. He was obviously flustered. Three times, he ruined the sundae. He glanced back to her each time. She just kept on smiling.
He finally made the sundae properly and set it down in front of her.
"Enjoy maam!" he blurted. She giggled.
"Your face is so red...." she read his nametag. "Howard. what's wrong?"
"Nothing maam! Nothing at all!"
She giggled again.
"You're kinda funny."
She picked up her spoon and scooped up a miniscule bit of ice cream. With a seductive flair, she slowly licked the ice cream off the spoon, all while staring into Howard's eyes. He had never been in a situation like this. The closest thing was when Becky Stewart held his hand during the school trip last year. He gulped.
"Can I ask you a question, Howard?"
"Ye-yes maam!"
"Are you a...are you a virgin?"
"Maam?"
"I'm asking you if you've ever done it before. Had sex. Fucked. Yes?"
"No maam, I'm a-a-a Christian!"
"Oh. So you're saving it for marriage?"
"Yes maam!"
She looked genuinely disappointed.
"Aww. Cus I was thinking....maybe we could have some fun later.."
"What...what kinda fun, maam?"
She giggled again. Her sundae was melting, dripping onto the counter top. She rose slowly from her seat and beckoned for Howard to follow her out the door. His hear was pounding. His shift ended at 11:30, but it was still only 9:52. But this was a once in a lifetime chance. Pretty girls don't just come in and offer to have sex with you everyday. He didn't really need this job anyway. He rushed from around the corner and hurried outside.
The cold air chilled him as the the door closed. It was a December night. The sky was bereft of cloud, the full moon glowing in the distance.
She was nowhere to be seen.
Surely she wasn't leading him on.
But then he heard a whisper from behind him. It was faint, but it carried, whistling by his ears like wind. It was her voice.
He rushed to the back of the store. She wasn't there.
Instead, he found two massacred bodies. He recognized one as the store manager.
His first reaction was to throw up. The second was to faint. By the time he fought off both urges, he felt a presence behind him. He breathed deeply.
"Are you still afraid, Howard?" she asked him.
"What did you do?" he asked her.
"Having my fun..."
She bit into his neck and ripped out his esophagus. His blood was a sweet nectar.

He was aimless. Wandering, wandering, wandering, his mind nearly blank, save for one question:
“Why do they war?”
He didn’t know why, didn’t understand why there was a need for men to cut down men, burn down cities, defile the women of their enemies. They salted the earth so that crops would cease to grow, so that future generations could not flourish. He didn’t understand why he was drawn to war.
He would hear the sound of metal clanging against metal, men roaring at the top of their lungs, perhaps to appear as something more primal. He would watch as swords cut through flesh, through vital organs, and watched as men fell to the ground, lifeless, bleed seeping into the earth. And as he watched his skin crawled and the pit of his stomach burned, and he began to feel restless. he felt his hand rest on the hilt of his sword and bloodlust rushed through his veins.  He was no better then them.
He could destroy two whole armies by his lonesome, with a mere sword and the fire he conjured in his hands. He filled their hearts with terror and made them scream for mercy. This was the only moment from which he flet pleasure.
“Is war my reason for being?”
A question he could not answer. He didn’t know enough.



I really like this one. Hopefully it amounts to something.

She couldn’t speak, the words caught up in her throat as anxiety pressured. She couldn’t stand to watch him in that cage, surrounded by all manner of wild beast. He was such a kind hearted boy, almost pure, yet they trotted him out in front of the crowd, the masses who were more savage then the beasts themselves, and they made him out as a monster. He wasn’t a monster. She covered her eyes as the Yaire Lions rushed him, their eyes crazed from hunger.

He was calm, calm as he always was, merely watching them. He saw the angles they would attack from, and from there the angles he could counterattack from. He didn’t exert much effort as he weaved through the group, side stepping a massive paw as he readied his gladius to attack. He singled a Yaire Lion out, aimed for its left hindquarter, and deftly stabbed into his flesh, through the muscle,  and darted away as it crumpled to the ground, its fierce roar turned into a whimper. The four others merely leapt over him and continued their attack. He was ready once again,targeting the leftmost lion and slashed horizontally through its eyes, blinding it. It went berserk, swinging wildly, slashing another lion, who responded in turn, jumping on top his blinded brethren  as he trained his jaw on his jugular. As the teeth sunk in, he crowd roared in approval, their bloodlust being sated. He only wanted the ordeal to be over. The last two lions stood before him now, their roar reduced to a guttural rumbling in their throat as they studied him. They began to circle slowly, and for the first time in a long time he felt like prey. They were no longer raging beasts, but patient hunters. He couldn’t predict the attack any more, and he wasn’t foolish enough to rush in. Yet he needed to act. He picked up a rock at his side and flung it at a lion, the rock bouncing off of its skull. It roared and charged him, losing its cool and advantage. He side stepped as it lunged at him, slashing at its side as flew through the air, leaving gashes that bled profusely. The other lion merely watched. as if it were waiting for an opening. The lion he slashed charged forward again, too prideful to back down, and as it opened its mouth to roar once again, he saw his opening. Without much thought he thrust his sword into its mouth, the blade piercing through the back of the roof of its mouth through the back of its head. the crowd exploded at the sight, the lion halting almost completely as he pulled the blade out of its mouth and moved away as it crashed to the ground. His victory was almost complete.

“That is enough!” bellowed the king from the rafters, displeasure brazen on his face as he scowled. “This...bores me. There is no drama here, no sense of danger...this has ran its course. Away with them.”

Guards emerged from the gates and grabbed him, shackling the lion before it could begin to resist. And as they took him away, he gazed up into the crowd, catching her gaze, and smiled.

That's all I have at the moment.