Imaginary

"Ever wondered why our thoughts are almost always the same?", Justin asked Mikka.
"Because we're both weird?", she replied.
"Nope." he said as he pinch her forehead. "It's because I am just a manifestation of your thoughts."
She laughed. "Yeah right."
"But wait, that's cool!" she added.
"If it's real." she continued.
"It's real." -J
"Cool." -M
"You don't believe me?" -J
"I do. Really, it's cool." -M
"Okay then." -J

"Dinner's ready!!"

"Hey, that's your mom. You should go." -J
"You should come with me." -M

--dining table--

Justin pulled the chair a little away from the table and offered the seat to Mikka.

"Thank you." Mikka said with a smile.

Justin smiled back and remained standing.

His mom looked at him and asked,
"Justin, what are you waiting for?"

He looked at the chair beside him and found it empty.

What's at the end of the tunnel?

I've been dealing with this great darkness, inside and out. It's like I've lost it. There's no hope, even false ones. I can no longer control my mind. The negativity started controlling me. I tried to get out of here. I stumbled many times, but I got up and continued walking.

I don't know where I am, and I don't know where I am going. But I know I'm trying to find my way out, something I don't even know if it exists or not.

I'm getting weaker, and weaker. Every step keeps on getting heavier. I'm starving. I'm thirsty. I'm dying. but I kept on walking.

Alas!! I saw a light. But I can't barely move. I saw the light but I don't think I could make it.

I tried to pull myself together and I can see the light getting nearer and nearer.

I'm almost there.
I could finally get out of this darkness.

It's too late when I realized that the light at the end of the tunnel, is an oncoming train.

Nobody's Tale

I woke up. The first question in my head was, “Who am I?”

                I looked around the room I’m into and it was huge and filthy and dark—so dark that the only thing that illuminates it was the sun-bright question running in my head. The air was damp and the whole place smelled like a dreadful catastrophe. As I was to stand, I touched something—no, someone beside me. A dead-cold corpse of a man covered with blood and wounds beside the spray-painted wall on which I am certain he had written for he was still holding the red spray paint: KILL THE WOLF!

                Kill the wolf?

                I started to wander around the room, cautious that a wolf might jump and attack me from nowhere. A dusty desk was sitting on the corner of the cellar, the handle was missing but I managed to pull the drawer. I found a key.

                Beside the key was a small paper written in a bad calligraphy: Hide before the wolf finds you!

                I grabbed the key. This might help me get out of this place and escape whatever wolf might be lurking in the darkness that could be watching my every move, just waiting for the right moment to attack me with his fangs and claws until I bleed to death, just like that dead man.

                The majestic double-door was locked from the outside, the windows are sealed as well. The key did not fit any keyhole that I managed to find. Things are getting blurrier; I’m just getting more confused. Who am I? What’s this place? What wolf? Where’s this key for? Who wrote the note? Who is that corpse? My head was throbbing and I slumped on the floor.

                Thud!

                The concrete floor sounded like a wood. Could it be—

                I scoured the earth covering the now slightly visible trapdoor I have just discovered. There was no handle so I had to dig my nails on the very tight gap between the concrete floor and the door. It was heavy and thick and the hinges seemed to be busted but I succeeded in lifting it. It was pitch dark underneath so I blindly reached with my arms on whatever was there. I touched something cold.

                The small chest that I was able to lift from underneath was rusty and dusty. I tried they key to its padlock and it opened with a click. I immediately got the thing inside it. A mirror. I looked at it and saw my reflection. 

That’s when I remembered—I am the wolf.

written by: Marshall

Dimension X

This is the 15th dimension I’ve been to today. This dimension is occupied by numerous powerful sorcerers, witchcraft practitioners, even vampires and demons and immortals. They have with them their weapons—long katanas, mallets, flails, all filled with dark, fatal auras. I must be extremely cautious. One wrong move and I’ll sure be dead.

“Listen to me, Race. If you want to get out of here, you must defy your demon. The demon inside here”, then she touched my chest. What is this girl in all white gown talking about? And what did she just call me? Race? Why, how many times do I have to tell her I’m not Race? I’m Kellin. Kellin Grandpre. A dimension master. I can warp time and space and go in any dimension I would wish to visit. Except here. I think an unseen barrier is preventing me to escape. I must find out. And this girl, she always follows me in every dimension I go. Who is she?

“Race, can you hear me?” she waved her hand on my face. I tried to walk away from her but she uttered some spell and I became paralyzed. What? She’s this powerful? Is this dimension hers?

“Come on Race, say something. Please respond, Race, please. I don’t want to do that to you. So please.. please..” she shook her head. She seems so sad. Why? I don’t understand. Is that a tear? She waved her long katana to my arm and I feel like falling.. falling into this deep, dark dungeon she threw me into. I have to.. I can’t…



Patient no.: 121
Name: Race Claymore
Attempt no.: 15
Date: Oct. 11, 2032
Time: 12:02 am


Today, Race was brought to asylum number 15. This is his last chance. His situation was worst. We even have to put handcuffs and straps to stop him from resisting. It seems that he cannot hear me and all the psychiatrists and brain experts I’m with. It seems like he totally lost his contact in reality anymore. It seems that his schizophrenia had beaten him. The team decided to inject him a drowsing shot and was put inside the maximum security room. To be terminated.



written by: Marshall