Entry 7

In the beginning there was a Loss
Which led to a Need
Which led to a Desire
Which led to an Attempt
Which led to a Robbery
Which led to an Anxiety
Which led to an Fight
Which led to an Accident
Which led to a Murder
Which led to Panic
Which led to Desparation
Which led to an Escape
Which led to an Investigation
Which led to Handprints
Which led to a Chase
Which led to an Insanity
Which led to a Face Off
Which led to a Bullet in the Heart.

There was a man who had lost someone.
He had a plan.
He made a mistake.
He killed.
He left a trace.
He ran.
In the end, he was killed.

Blood will always stain.

Entry 6

Vince's Schedule:
5:00 am - Wake up
5:00 to 7:00 am - Work Out and jog
7:00 to 7:30 am - Prepare for work and eat breakfast
7:30 to 8:00 am - Get to work
8:00 to 12:00 noon - Presentation and transferal of files
12:00 to 1:00 pm - Eat lunch and jog
1:00 to 4:00 pm - Finish up and land 3 accounts
4:00 to 5:00 pm - Deposit pay-day cash
6:00 to 7:00 pm - Get home and jog
7:00 to 8:00 pm - Eat dinner and clean up
8:00 to 10:00 pm - Prepare for the next day
10:00 pm - Set alarm clock to 5:00 am and sleep

For him time is scheduled, organized, forced and monotonus.

Jas' Schedule:
Now until the day I die - Live life to the fullest. Have no regrets. Believe in yourself. Do what you believe is right.

For him time is precious, limited, irrevocable and used wisely.
After all the only time is now.

Entry 5

Another day dawns, its black wings spread in glory only to fold and be transformed into wings of white purity.
The horrid face of the demon is converted into a face of a babe, without the slightest hint of evil.
Its body of jagged destruction, no longer exists just a body of a young untouched soul.
Hallowed weapons, its tools to enslave and torment.
A bow and arrows.
With these the demon, it travels far and wide and its victim is anyone and because no one can escape.
The demon cunningly and unsuspectingly strikes.
It takes aim and damages not only the body but the heart.
It enslaves lives for others, it torments those who keep the wound bleeding in their hearts and its scars those who try to forget.
It hypnotizes others to do the impractical. It breathes to life insanity.
The rent it leaves retains with you 'till the day you rest.

But hey, someone has to do it.

Entry 4

Lub, dub. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. The pilot's heart beats. Slowly rising as he prepares to take off. He looks at his wallet for one last time, staring at a beautiful picture of a woman holding his hand with her well-pampered petite hand, smiling without the slightest hint of anxiety. The pilot then puts the wallet back into his pocket, and slowly pushes forward the lever of acceleration. The engine roars to life, emiting an azure haze of power. The black plane slowly moves through the smooth paved road. Then, the pilot fully pushes the lever all the way and makes the plane bring him into the sky. For a moment he is truly happy, seeing the clouds float around him. Hearing the air rushing through him. He climbs and climbs higher, spinning without a care in the world. He looks out into the sunset appreciating its beauty. Then the next moment a blip in the radar, no 2, wait 3. A red light flashes. The pilot sighs, and quickly making the plane twist and turn. Explosions erupting from all sides and the happiness evaporates into anger, pain and despair.

The beauty of the sky can only distract you for so long.

Entry 3

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he curses. Is he going to end up like his kind? He doesn't know, but its sure does look like it. Suddenly hot boiling water comes out of nowhere. He tries to scream out in pain but he can't for he is dispersed and melting. "Crap what the hell is happening?! I'm spread out and screwed around! Oh no, what the hell is that white crap?!" he ponders to himself. And he is right 2 powdery mixtures merge into to him and the scalding water. Before he was black, not just black, but dark black. But now he turned into a creamy brown color. "Is it over?' he says, too bad it isn't. Now a silver rod makes a vortex of the mixture pulling him he can't resist, after all he's been screwed with the water. While he is disoriented, he is brought up into the taste buds of the huge creature. And in that creature more horrors await him.

"Damn, that was a nice cup of coffee.", said Russ.

Entry 2

[All of the Entry posts were produced out of boredrom]

Light once again breaks through the caged door for yet another day.
Steel chains, once shining now rusting, clink into life.
The once bright colors of the man's clothes now ripped and faded.
He groans wishing he never woke up, wishing the light never came.
The scars of yesterday still haven't healed, yet the wounds of today still have yet to come.
His prosecutor and persecutor unlocks his chains, although he sighes and shakes his head.
Dragged along the same road once again to be brought to the tyrant.
"Entertainment" is what the scarred man was called.
Beaten, stabbed, insulted, burned, tortured. All those has happned to the man, and it will stay that way for quite a while.
For his true chains aren't broken, just released for sheer "entertainment" to bleed out of him.
This was his life, his curse and his punch line.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.

Entry 1

[This has no title for I have not given it one as well as the next few posts]

There was once a woman, and damn she was beautiful. She had long radiant brown hair, a pinkish-white complexion. She had perfect teeth, a beautiful bright smile and a fit and beautiful body. She was a woman you would drool at, sadly she couldn't see any of these qualites. She was blind.

Every man that was attracted by her was bothered by that single fact, so she knows what it has been like to feel like she was being brought up to the heavens above, only to crash and burn into the ground. But luckily, there was this one man who always stuck with her being her friend for life. He was never bothered by the fact that she was blind, so soon after being friends for such a long time they decided to be a couple.

They were content with their lives until a single wish sang out of the woman's mouth, "I want to see you, my love." Knowing that it was an honest request, the man went to arrange an operation for her. The woman was glad that she was about to see again and she thanked the man. After operation, she made her new eyes open to the light for the first time. And all she saw was a blind man. Saddened by this fact, "Why didn't you tell me?" she said while holding back her tears. But before the man could explain she left him. He was devastated and the only thing he did was leave a note for her and took his own life. The woman who could now see read the note. Now those tears she was holding back flooded through out her face.

"Take care of my eyes honey..."

Risk

[Made this a few years ago]

Risking. The thing we do most in life.
Why you ask? It's simple really.
To walk, is to risk not walking ever again.
To dream, is to risk being different.
To love, is to risk getting hurt.
To live, is to risk dying.
Everything has a risk. The pain is there.
It will always be.
Those who risk get hurt, lose,and even killed.
Those who don’t risk are safe, protected.
But is that what life is? Is it that is worth living for?
To be safe? To die without earning for something?
Is that enough to be content with?
I don’t think so.Think about it. My say is this.
But those who risk learn, change, and live.
They truly live for something, someone because they don’t think inwards.
But those who don’t risk don’t live. They just get stuck in their shell.
Thinking about what will keep them safe. They don’t learn how to dream.
They don’t learn how to love. To give. To live.
So now risking doesn’t seem so bad now huh?
Risking is just part of life. What risks we chose defines us.
As people who,love dream and dare.
It really just tries to make us better people.
To make us who we are meant to be. It gives us chance to change.
To risk, is to live life to the fullest.