Update

    Hey, it's been awhile. A long while. Over two years since my last update. A lots happened. I've switched jobs multiple times, chasing money. Got fired for the first time. Had multiple deaths in my circle. Let alone what's happening in the world and the nation I live in. I'll go deeper into those thoughts in a later post.

   Though in all that, I've learned, relearned, and grown... One of the important lessons I learned was not to chase money. Let it chase you. Do what you want and follow your purpose...

   I'll be posting consistently again. Every Friday at noon like I said last update. Even if it's just my thoughts or me venting. Though next post will be a short story. So till then, take care of yourself, live life fully, and I'll see you again.

Predator

    A man desperately ran through the woods, gasping for air and grasping onto his hope of escape. Due to the dark of night, he couldn't see what was chasing him. Only hearing the sounds of fast movement and low growling looming from the trees.

    The man's gasping slowly transformed into panicked shouts as his body slowed. As he clumsily slipped on mud, he fell onto his knees and his heartbeat spiked. His eyes bulged and he turned to look above. The trees stopped rustling; the growling felt too close for comfort. The man's composure was non existent, leaving behind a whimpering mess. The growling then stopped, leaving only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Though right when the man was going to breathe a sigh of relief. The predator dropped from the trees onto the man, leaving only a single question: "If a man yells in the woods and there's no one there to hear him, does he make a sound?"

Speech

    Traffic crawled to a halt in a busy downtown intersection. People honked at those in front of them like it would make a difference. Though the more observant stepped out of their cars. More people followed their example and looked up. Floating high above the city was an ominous figure. Onlookers gradually gathered beneath it, gazing up. While they only saw a figure in shadow floating before the sun, much closer you could see he stared down with contempt and fury. An eclipse upon those below.

    "You have been judged... Every action. Every inaction. Every moral failing... You have squandered the gifts you have been given. When given life, you curse it with harsh and meager survival. Passing on pain onto others while endlessly gathering it. When blessed with wealth, your greed becomes boundless and you force poverty upon others. When given status, you cast aside all that was there before. Those you dared say you loved, knowing it wasn't true. Those who had the misfortune of loving you, even as you cut them. When given trust, you twist and mangle it before shattering it against the ground...!" Whatever power laid within the man, projected his voice across city, drawing all who can hear. "You have had thousands of years to get it right. To grow. To choose love. Peace. And what do you do...? Again. And again. And again. You choose war. Death. And suffering... You all have been judged. From the maggots at atop their mountains of golden greed. To the maggots writhing in the dirt... All. Shall. Burn."

    The man then raised his hand and a blinding flame ignited in his palm. It grew larger and began to spin. Brighter. Faster. More violently, the flame grew. With this new light, the man's contempt was given a spotlight for all to see. The light had grown beyond the size of the man. The heat off of it caused the buildings closest to it to melt. The people below began to panic. Many ran, though the selfish among the crowd pushed and trampled others to get away. Many fell upon their knees, either in faith or despair. Though a few in the crowd simply held their loved ones, knowing escape was impossible. The ominous figure simply lowered his arm, releasing Oblivion... All that remained of the city was a scorched crater.

 

 

(Aloboi: Locrian Dominant - Slowed) 

Rest

    The warrior stepped into his home. His head up, shoulders proud, and straight back. Though with following steps his stride became looser. Upon entering his room, he shed all armor and belongings. When he stretched his neck, cracks and pops filled the room. Free of any excess, he proceeded to his chamber, silence welcoming him. His proud posture melted as he walked to sit down, becoming jelly once seated. As silence embraced him, he embraced it back. His wound muscles relaxed into noodles. His head, once high, now hung like laundry and eyes that remained vigilant were now closed. The warrior sat in silence in his chamber. And rested.

Long-Standing Cloud

A dark cloud that not only blocks view of what is good, but warps it. As dense as a stormcloud and more obscuring than a dense fog. When your aware of it, you know it's wrapping everything around you. It makes the bad seem worse and the good insignificant, at best. At worst, it makes the good look nefarious. Like another scheme to drop your guard before the next hit... It seeks to grow and consume, though it is not more powerful than you... Though it's strength comes from warping you...

It is one of the only things that cannot be bested by yourself, for it is tireless and you are its only target. Which makes it a blight for the strong and lone wolves. Those who may not have needed or wanted others before that.

So lean on others or your faith when the cloud appears.

Get-Back

    A hooded man snuck into a hallway... Only to see it full of goons. A brief silence fell. 

    "This where the bathroom at?" The hooded man asked nonchalantly.

    "You're clearly in the wrong place," a goon said while getting into fighting stance. The hooded man smiled before raising his fists.

    "Nah."

    The first goon stepped to the hooded man and swiftly swung on him. The hooded man slipped his opponents jabs and countered with two body blows and a swift chin check, putting his opponent to sleep. He bounced on his toes a couple times before taunting the rest. They then rushed in like a wave. The hooded man slipped and countered several opponents, Dempsey rolling through the wave. He then came up with an uppercut against one, turning to face the next foe. Perfectly timed, as the next goon was mid swing. He redirected the swing away before chin checking this goon as well. He then heard a click coming from one of the bodies, and his eyes darted over to the sound. The next goon came at him with a knife, and he maintained distance. The goon went for a stab, but Hood weaved past it and landed a hard blow to the goon's kidney. The goon collapsed to the ground and threw up. Hood checked his surroundings for more goons, but he was the only one left standing. 

    "Flawless victory," Hood said to himself. A large goon then walked into the hallway and immediately noticed the others on the ground. He then looked at Hood. "Would you believe it's a group nap?" The larger goon slowly shook his head. "Eh, worth a shot." The large goon then charged at him. "Nope." At the last moment, Hood sidestepped the bulldozer. Though with his momentum, the large goon ran past him and slipped on the vomit of his ally. He landed right on his face. "Oof," Hood said while wincing. Though the large goon didn't get back up. Hood stepped a little closer and poked Bulldozer a couple times. Upon realizing he was out cold, Hood chuckled before bursting out laughing. After that moment, Hood continued on his mission.

(Can't Hold Me Down; Instrumental)

Alliteration: C

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