demise

The band of friends who stood against all began to loose their friendship. They had reached the limits of the sky and they had fought the fears that kept other mortals bound to the Earth. The lack of restraint the freedom to not fear the freedom that no one had ever achieved was their prize. With all things mortal and all things that humans touch it became corrupt and began to fade away. There was nothing that they could do against the elements of the human mind. The friendship faltering and sputtering like an engine as it runs out of fuel. The last sputters before the quiet gave them one last moment of clarity. They no longer dreamed to achieve something monuemental something that most humans never dare to dream. There was nothing that anyone could do. What they had loss during their lives was the inspiration to not be still to go against the grain. The Mother Spirit knew of their accomplishments and rewarded them, but now as they had returned to the land where mortals become corrupt and vengeful. Spite had returned to the friends potential. During this time the Mother shunned her children as she shunned the others who only live as parasites.


The return to being human is one where our own nature contradicts with the people around us. The intolerance of the and fear is what makes us human. When we dream away from the possible and the ideas that can not be contained on powerpoint and cardboards is when we can accomplish something that our Mother can be proud of.




Holy shit i was able to write something, I have been facing a writers block for the last two months and now I am hopefully allieaviated from the block. I have had many ideas and many short stories playing in my head hopefully i can write them down.