PERIO64

It's never just rain, he thought. In every book, movie, game, and song, its never just rain. It's too cold or too hot. It's pouring or it's drizzling. Sometimes it's stormy, lighting flashing, thunder booming. Always a little different. But not today. Today it was just rain, unremarkable in every way. He could hear it on the window. He was laying down on his bed, and he opened his eyes to watch the drops slide down the glass. They slid in irregular patterns, stopping and turning at random. Some droplets met others and joined to form a single, larger bead. Some went alone, reaching the bottom of the glass without ever finding a companion. He

the trees who grow so old yet experience so little were pitied god’s whispered breath brushed the birds and gifted them wings so that they could fly through the world experiencing it returning eventually to their nest sharing then with the trees their sky and so the trees learned more about the world in which they were rooted and as older they became so too did the world they heard from tiny messengers man is killing their home man is killing them but there is nothing they can do

 The sunlight shone through the thick canopy of the forest. Nightingales were singing their sweet song, and the burble of a small stream made the sounds of the forest. There was a patchwork of light on the grassy ground. Thick trees stood like guards, protecting all creatures of the forest from each, whether predator or prey. A rabbit poked her twitchy nose out of her burrow to try to smell predators, then climbed out to look for food. She started to scour the forest for something to eat. She stumbled upon a berry bush, its branches sagging with the weight of the fruit. The rabbit hopped over to the bush, and started to wolf down berries. Eve

A world known erased by a cloak a wonderful beautiful world emerges anew covered in snow one and the same as the world from which it sprung yet so infinitely different

I’ve lost my chances now everyone expects me to be mature and I follow along I’ve missed my opportunities to be childish immature to have fun without a care in the world now here I am these wasted years a dull trail behind me I look upon it filled with shame I look ahead and all I see is more somber stories more expectations life will never be the same knowing what I know now

Prologue He burst through the door. The trail of blood followed him as he went. Up the stairs. Up three, and again. Turn the corner. More stairs. Keep going up, up. To the roof, I need to get to the roof, he thought, as his vision blurred, and he coughed up more blood. Then, at that moment, the door to his right opened. Through it came a figure, cloaked in darkness, with glowing red eyes. He froze, paralyzed with fear. “The Devil has come for you, traitor.” It spoke in a shrill voice. Then it cackled maniacally, and pushed him over the hand rail.

it pushes against fate resists it’s control where it should not be it is it grows defiant a single perfect rose without air fighting to breathe yet undefeated battle will be waged until the day one concedes and the other stands victorious

If there is a heaven I hope I never go there If there is a hell I hope I never go there If there is a purgatory I hope I never go there because the only place I want to be is nowhere

The first thing James felt was cold. So sickeningly cold. He opened one of his eyes to a thin slit, but it didn’t matter. Pitch-black. Nothing to see. However, it woke him up. He felt the cold floor, and started to stand. As James started to rise, he stumbled back to the ground, and slammed his knee into the ground. He heard what it was from the loud clanging sound. Metal. Cold. Suddenly, he was aware of a faint but constant screeching sound. His first instinct was to look around, but he remembered, he couldn’t see. Then it dawned on him. Feeling the slight movement of the room, James understood. “An elevator”, He says

Slowly, laggard but resolute, he descended into the surging pyre of Inferno, for he knew as none other that it was necessary to reach Paradiso, and to move down through Inferno’s treacherous recesses. Any pain he would be forced to endure in that fiery pit would be atoned for when he crossed the threshold of those angelic golden gates. What he knew not was whether his soul could survive the punishment he would receive for his sins in this chthonian abyss.