A Writers Tale

Here I stand,  24, feeling less than alive... Trying to hide behind the light even though the light is exactly what illuminates the lies I tell myself, When I'm awake in a personal nightmare which is both creating a beauty beyond belief and also crushing all the beauty that had previously been, Such backwards logic, unjust thinking, You can't hide behind that which illuminates.  I once saw the world with a glimmer of hope, a belief that everything works out on the whole, I felt wonder in all shapes and forms,  Nobody was truly evil, nobody was truly as bad as the world made them seem, I was just a girl, shrouded in dreams, Of a world that may never be...  Silly of me, really...  For perfection lies between the lines of imperfection.  I see this now... There is no such thing as a more perfect world than that of which we live, I am just a girl,  a tiny insecure blim of nothingness...  And I am wishing and praying...

Day 4 Imagine that your protagonist has just turned into a statue. Describe his or her thoughts. Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be a statue? Maybe your first thoughts lead towards the horror of not being able to move or maybe you take a more comical stance at the thought of suffering an itchy arse and being hopeless to scratch it, pure torture... Absolutely petrifying. A statue. A solid, inanimate, unchanging structure. Completely devoid of movement and feeling. In the middle of the abandoned building stuck with its arms mid-wave in the air, like a crazed chimpanzee protecting a young-ling; was the Statue of Sana. Her feet were firmly glued and grounded on the rocky surface that she stood upon and her face was stuck with an expression conveying complete confusion, one brow furrowed the other slightly up from it’s usual place. Her mouth was open and curved down as if she had been mid-way saying, ‘What the f***!’ at the time that the stoney illness first began...

What if I were to tell you a tale, about a person who got too close to the truth?  Who began to see past the veil and as a consequence got forced back in line with a hot plated branding stick.  What if I told you that there exists a form of nano technology, which is sent off into our atmosphere disguised as pollen? and that the purpose of this nano technology was to begin to computerise the biological system of a human? That it enters into the ear and  attaches to the brain cells and then begins to upgrade every one of the cells if you are compatible? If you're incompatible to this nanotechnology then it just serves to kill you early in life and because of how limited the general populations intelligence is, nobody is open minded enough to accept that this is caused by such technology. Most people would deny the existence of such a technology, but it is very, very real. Replaced by robots? No... Just adapted and upgraded... the next stage of human evolution... we...

The Violet flame, Protection, but destruction just the same, The high flyer, supreme diver Flying higher and higher, Lighting up the skies, with divine intimate light, Shining bright, an eternal flame of creation, Of inspiration and passion The breath of the dragon, The calm of chaos, The dearest crest of divinity, She who flies fearlessly through the night, Fighting off the demons of darkness, Burning the hands of the unworthy, Blessing and protecting the worthy. She, the Violet phoenix, one of a kind, Flying the dark abyss, lighting up all for the deserving to see, And finally, no longer caged... She was free