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The Breeze

A breeze blew against the curtain, moonlight encased the entire room. It cast a light shadow over a pale body. It lied motionless, not even a breath too catch but her eyes were open. Velvet brown eyes, stared back into mine. A tear slides over the bridge of her nose, re-entering her body through the other without so much as a flinch. I felt my heart drop to the floor, slowly falling like a feather but carrying the weight of the world behind it. "I will not let her die."

I picked my body from the floor, and used the concrete wall to steady myself. I looked madly, searching all corners for something sharp to find and I found it. A tiny shard of glass is all I could see, just a careless safety concern for us. I ran as fast as my fatigue will allow, it felt like I was wading through quicksand. As I buckled to grab the shard, a burning sting in my lower back pushed a scream so loud I swore the dead could've heard it.

An arrow sat casually, broken through CJ's shirt and already saturated with a wonderfully bright stain. One that would be come too familiar over time. He stared blankly, acquainting himself with the arrow that pierced his flesh so simply. The pain was an old friend, the weapon a new member of his party. He had to wonder if he was just dreaming, maybe all of this was just an elaborate mind trick. "Of course..", he assured himself briefly before his senses came back to him. The pain from his injury had sent CJ into shock, his mind trying to console his body.  He rose to his feet quickly, adrenaline had now effectively given him the strength to do what he intended. With the glass positioned like a knife in his palm he brought his fist down into her thigh.

The only window in the room shattered as she shrieked so loud CJ's ears began to bleed. He whipped his head to the side in agony, but quickly regained focus and dropped his face on her leg. The minute his lips hit touched her, a fist came to his temple knocking whatever energy he had left as far way as possible. When he fell backward,  he was unable to bring himself back up so  he lied still instead. A black vale covered his eyes and a heat pressed against his skin. Gentle, soothing, then burning. His eyes shot open, he had fallen on his back and inevitably pushed the arrow further into his organs. But the burning, it was behind his eyes. He screamed again, only now it was hoarse. His tone dropping and breaking. Fragmenting into, regressing into an animals cry. He felt as bones cracked, broke and splintered. He skin was on fire, ripping and shredding, he knew his eyes were open but all he could see was that black vale. It was the only comfort for the meat grinder he thought his body was in. Rational thought seemed distant to him, pain was all he knew at that moment. Then his spine, split and stretched he was feeling his body grow. CJ was changing, he did it. He wasn't dead, he was being born. A coolness started, it prickled over his skin like ripples in a lake.

Alternate Day One

Day One

Everything, somewhat looks the same. As the morning creeps by, the afternoon sun high in the sky creeps by as usual only isn't as bright as it was yesterday. A cool blue now lines the sidewalks and buildings. It's the middle of summer and it's comfortable out, like if the world is being cooled by a giant fan. It's part of a new way too prevent any more deterioration our so I'm told. Yesterday it became official that a liner would be placed in the atmosphere by the international space station. Too lower the temp of the planet, preserve what we haven't lost. Start on our way to healing the world. But then again, they've told us all sorts of things. It's not like we can look somewhere else for another opinion. Work is almost business as usual, at my local market I see the same faces I saw two weeks ago. Only we aren't using change anymore. Not that I miss that from a cashier’s point a view. Less people trying to paying a ten dollar grocery bill in pennies and nickels. I’ve almost gotten used to the sound of sirens, as this is a new world order some people haven’t gotten with the program. Fighting the change for the better, resisting being a clone is what I say. I don’t mind the lower temps, I never did like the summer. Heat and me don’t mix but I can’t say that I don’t miss the old sun. The warmth was welcome at times. This blue, it’s too artificial. I feel like this is a nightmare I’m going to wake up from and call my best friend and laugh about my over active imagination. I wish I could call her period. I wish she wasn’t so stubborn because then she’d still be here. I told her to be careful and just go along with the program, at least for now. It can’t always be this way, someone will wake up and make things back to the way they used to be, right? Or maybe she was right, maybe the only way to stop this was to resist. But how can you? How can I resist? I am only one person, and I’m afraid to be alone, to fail alone. I remember, last week as I watched the only news on now a days, World News One. I saw the riot at the capital and I saw her face as one of the many sitting on the ground with those plastic ties on her wrists. Once you’ve done that, you’re made an example of. They are sent to the camps. They have a channel devoted to live streaming of the camp grounds. They look like apartment complexes except they fences are 16 feet high, double up and laced with barbed wire.  But it’s not just for offenders, they bring their families too. I guess to show humanity, and to portray it as a civilian rehab or sorts. You can only see outside the camp, the windows are tinted, two way mirrors. We can’t see in but whoever is inside can see out.  It’s quieter, no shouting well not much, anyone who does is taken away pretty quick. It doesn’t get dark out either, when it’s night or supposed to be a different kind of blue illuminates the night sky. It’s easily blocked by curtains and drapes so you can still sleep. It’s so eerie sometimes. I don’t even open my blinds anymore. I don’t even go out at night anymore unless it’s too work.  That pale light scares me. I feel like it follows me, sees into my mind. Reads my intentions, my thoughts, my feelings. I’ve heard sirens in action just before a person pulls down their resistance mask. Like they knew that that single person was about to break their cycle. I’m just paranoid, I guess. On edge from all the change. Things will get better, tomorrow it’s going to be easier. It’s just rough, working out the kinks. Everything takes some getting used to, especially when it’s for the better. Like a diet, nobody really wants to pick oatmeal over pancakes but its better in the long run you get used it it..eventually. Hopefully. Well good night dear notebook, tomorrow is another day and I’ll let you know how it goes.

Silently yours,

Tristie Apollo

Day One

Day One

Everything, somewhat looks the same. As the morning creeps by, the afternoon sun high in the sky creeps by as usual only isn't as bright as it was yesterday. A cool blue light now lines the sidewalks and buildings. It's the middle of summer and it's comfortable out, like if the world is being cooled by a giant fan. It's part of a new way too prevent any more deterioration our so I'm told. Yesterday it became official that a liner would be placed in the atmosphere, held together by the international space station. Too lower the temp of the planet, preserve what we haven't lost. Start on our way to healing  the world. But then again, they've told us all sorts of things. It's not like we can look somewhere else for another opinion. Work is almost business as usual, at my local market I see the same faces I saw two weeks ago. Only we aren't using change anymore. Not that I miss that from a cashier point of view, don't miss that at all. I haven't seen the damage really, I was fortunate enough to be in one of the few cities spared by shear luck. Maybe being on the coast saved us, or maybe it really was just dumb luck. They won't let anyone see the damage, no newspapers. Just television news, trying to boost moral and detract from the horrors humanity has just experienced. This is about the only way I keep sane anymore. Well maybe I'll make this for the future people to read because I'm sure it isn't really over. I know something else is bound to come. This is too strange. About 3 months ago, disaster struck everywhere, everyone. The earth shook below my feet and I stood in my bedroom. My head spun, and a wave of nausea struck me and I felt like the entire house was in a twister. I watched my lamp sway unnaturally and I felt such panic and all of a sudden it just stopped. I collected myself, I was sure I was getting sick because that just doesn't happen. Not here anyway. When I turned on my TV, I saw nothing. None of the TV's had a damn thing showing but a black screen. Not even the emergency broadcast. Phones, nothing, computers, nothing. Total media darkness. If it wasn't for the sun being out we would have been in complete darkness, and we all know everyone is afraid of the dark though most won't admit that. I went downstairs and out my front door, saw every neighbor who stood home that day talking amongst themselves, all similarly confused. I sat on my stoop waiting for my parents to come home, I just didn't know what else to do. I was sick from the lack of information, there was fear simmering just waiting for the news so it could boil over my body. A military grade Humvee approached our block and stopped among the grouped neighbors. I walked over, I needed to know what the hell was happening because it definitely wasn't going to be ok, not for a very long I just knew that, I sensed it. A uniformed soldier came out of the vehicle and addressed everyone with no expression on his face, no tell tale signs of panic in his eyes or worry in his voice. Calmness poured out of him, and it eased me slightly, as it eased all the others. He spoke clearly and informed us first and foremost that we were fine and then he said something that made no sense to my ears, I could of sworn he was speaking any other language then my own. My brain just wasn't able to comprehend the news, the words, the impossibilities. A war was started and that very second, we were the battlefield. Those months til now, were piles of nothing. We haven't been allowed to leave. We had to modify our lives to a small city and treat it as an entire country. News was one channel, one feed to us to keep us from feeling entirely helpless. We are far from The Border, they keep it that way so no one can see what the damage really is. Our jobs have now been made to be done within close quarters, our lives like farm animals. Today I grew tired, I made my decision. I'm leaving, I'm going to escape, I want to see what's out there. You, notebook, are all I can bring. I've packed paper, pens, pencils, a Swiss army knife, and a BB pistol. I'm not sure how much a BB pistol will do against a gun and bullets but I have hope and I have excellent aim. Shooting for the eyes is my only defensive strategy if I need it. I know I will. The Border as I began calling it, is after a series of military outposts set up all over the skirts of the city. There must be something out there. I haven't heard of any violence with people trying to get out. It surprised me actually. But then again, there might have been but there is no one who came back, or lived to speak of it. Definitely no news about it on the screens.  I have nothing left here. My parents never came home that day, 3 months ago. It's like they vanished. No news of what had happened to them. No way to find out.  I was informed not to worry, I can live just as I was, rent and bills were no longer a concern. Just live as you were before. Food was given, no one fought, argued, or questioned. It still is that way, except for me that is. I don't know of anyone else who thinks like me now. I'm too scared to ask. I remember, just the wave of calmness. An invisible reassurance from an unknown sources. Two weeks ago I decided to strap on an old pair of roller blades and skate around my house, something I enjoyed doing before everything changed. I slipped and hit my head on the wall. I hit the wall hard enough to put myself in a daze and when I sat back a high pitched ringing pierced my ears. I took of my skates and followed it too the source, my old wireless router. I unplugged it and my heart sank. I cried hysterically for hours. With no one to console me, my mind raced. Images of my family, memories flooded my brain. I stood there, in that same spot, the plug dangling beside me for 2 days. Sobbing uncontrollably then just staring at nothing. And then I decided that I had to go and look for something. I still don't know what I'm doing, I want to find something. I'm leaving tonight. I have too, I just wish I didn't have to look alone...

First post, tester post, hopeful post

Okay, first off I'd like to introduce myself...I am Melisius Jaytek. I am not a professional writer, I am just someone who has a crazy world built of the inner workings of me, myself, my mind. I wanted to create a blog where I could write down all the stories that fill my head throughout the day. Everyday from the moment I wake up, and even past when I fall asleep I see amazing stories play out before me. When I have a lull in my day, my mind takes over and fills the time with wonderful tales of adventure. I love it. I am never truly bored because I always have my imagination. My eyes the screen, the camera, the stage always. I write because I can, it makes me feel good to put these stories down, I love every one of them because they are apart of me. I want others to do the same, and If you have a brain-cation, mind-venture, or a dreamer-tale share it. There is a good chance out there that someone will like it, and use it to start their own story and find a adventure within themselves. No matter what, everyone, and I mean everyone has the ability to do this. That's what makes us, us. Please join my adventures, add to them, be apart of them. My writings, once posted, will not be added too. There will be cliffhangers, readers and authors alike and more then welcome to continue the story the way they see fit.  Comment your piece to my piece, and there it will stay, and maybe someone will add too yours and so on. There are no limits to what you can write, its your imagination and once the last word written on my blog, and a new sentence begins in your mind, put it down. I am moderating all comments, I will add those stories that you the readers contribute, comments, criticisms, and tips will be read but not posted to keep the flow going on just stories. You can have all the conversations you like on a social network, this page is for imagination, stories, dreams, your parallel life. I thank all for their support, and I hope this is something everyone can enjoy!