Glowing eyes stared at me from the floor as if they could see into my soul, I don't know what's worse, feeling my heart beating at a different rate just by being next to him or looking into his eyes and seeing that there I could sink for hours, I shook my head slightly trying to get these thoughts out of my head after all that's exactly what he wants, to make me rock, mess with my feelings, and you know what he's really annoying, I think to myself, the prince says it's low game , I give a slight shrug after all if there's something I've learned in these years fighting in the "hole" is never to make a fair fight, so I spoke in a concentrated way. ____ I'm a girl who fights to survive, I don't play fair... - I raised my eyebrow slightly and then I saw a smile appear on his lips, why does that make my stomach twist anyway? It must be because that petrified face melted away, and he sounded human with that sly smile. Just a few hours in there and you're already letting yourself down, Ayla
I felt in my bones something very much like rust corroding a metal, this one that was itself, I, tighten the belt tightly, breathing in the chemicals of my own decisions. It's a reflection of myself, deciding to follow a path that could be death, an apocalypse for my own being, however still a new era, it seemed to settle down little by little there, they were invading, taking shape; it's been a few months since i joined the military corporation, everyone here always seems to be crossing the line, deserve to corrode and wither under the fury of their own actions, i finally woke up, plucked up courage, took hold of a destiny that always belonged to me, to be the one defending the weakest, it was enough to blow up my whole system, and my thoughts and yearnings, raise the flag of the revolution itself, dye its robes blood red and fight... we are all painted, trying to fit into a system flawed, I didn't want that for myself or for the people. All these systems will fall apart if it depend
There are days when we wake up in gray with our thoughts, as if a dark cloud completely clouds all our feelings, how to get rid of that feeling of emptiness? How to fill the darkness with light? When it went out so long ago that it's impossible to count the days... look forward and try to see some kind of hope? I felt loaded with radioactivity, my flesh being corroded by sulfur and acid, trapped in a puzzle game that had given me a checkmate, if our blood cools down, we become indisposed from an early age, incapable of giving and to forgive. But when we fill up… Our life is truculent: you are born with blood and with blood you cut the union that is the umbilical cord. And how many die with blood. You have to believe in blood as part of our life. The truculence. It's love too. I faced my plans that were laid out just above the table, my brow furrowed, I came to the conclusion that it was time for change, the people would change their thoughts as soon as he returned with new resources.
Inside my bones ached with so much anger, I entered the small room that was now at my disposal and then I instantly remembered the moment when those two idiots started that little fight. Like two dogs trying to stake out their territory, I wanted to punch them both in the face; it's a pity the colonel showed up at that strategic moment. I took a deep breath looking at my bags arranged on top of the small dorm bed, I feel homesick at the same time. I released the air trapped in my lungs when a girl with short hair, and an air of superiority entered the room, staring at me in surprise. She stood there for a long time staring at me, or analyzing, the question is; i did the same thing. Finally she approached me extending her hand and saying with her voice not as expressive as her face. ______ Nice to meet you, I'm Lucien. - I stared at her slender fingers for a while, until I reached out and squeezed her fingers. ______ Ayla Marin and the pleasure is mine. - I let go of her fingers and s
The world's problem is not animals or nature, on the contrary if the planet were made up only of them, many bad things would not exist, the only being, and the scum of all existence on earth is the human being, we have the greatest o privilege of thoughts, feelings, choices, intelligence and capacities to accomplish what we want, discover or invent things, it turns out that this intelligence and capacity becomes destructible when directed to the only motivations that make people to be scum, greed and pride. What does real life matter? We live such an idle life, so stagnant, so despicable, we are so dissatisfied with our lot, so weary of our existence! In reality I find myself tired of living this life that is available, but when I arrived here in Nigrum together with Ayla, we walked for five days in this part of the sector, where everyone's objective is to help people who have no options in life, yet, amid so much scum, if it is possible to exist beings that are different in several s
My nerves were slightly compressed due to the tension imposed in those days, it is possible to say that not everyone carries the same principles even if they are created by monsters, even if it is possible to be an angel of light; not that Nathan Crowther was such a being, in fact he is very far away, however I had been mistaken in thinking that his roots were rotten just because he was royalty. That's right! Ayla Marin had been wrong! But who in this hostile world doesn't make mistakes with people? I learned from a very early age that I shouldn't trust anyone but my family, I went through crushing moments where superior beings completely destroyed me, yet I'm still here walking in the middle of the hallway with my head throbbing due to a heavy conscience for so many things I had said to the prince; it's been exactly three weeks, I had presented my challenge that obviously had been refused! Celine won this round with that damn idea of reducing resources by selling to the poor, Natha
The heat emanates from my fingers while the thin paper rubs against my non-sensitive skin, that statement meant "life and death", mine and that of many, would it be the beginning or the end? The answer only someone superior would know, the fate imposed on many; when delivering to the messenger what was requested by the prince, I felt an unexpected pain in my stomach, maybe it was the feeling of fear, not for me but for others. Several days passed, everything sounded as normal, the girls who competed for the diamond crown followed the protocols, training and tasks, I followed the routine, however, even as time passed, I felt that suffocating tightness in my chest, when crossing the extensive corridors of the palace, all that came to my mind was fear; I was walking towards my usual training when one of the maids ran past to the opposite side, I watched her walk away, strangely despairing of her; however, I continued on my way for a few meters until I came across one of the rooms; the te
My strength is in solitude. I'm not afraid of stormy rains or the great loose winds, because I too am the dark of the night. I walk slowly with my thoughts dissolved in the last events, my desire to change the reality in which I live runs in my being, however, until very recently we could change the world. Who stole our courage? Everything is pain. And all pain comes from the desire not to feel pain. Many have said that if we want to change our world, we must start by changing ourselves. It sounds so simple, but... it seems so hard to do! We are always looking for the happiness that people can offer us, and we forget that we need to offer happiness too. Incidentally, we should offer more than receive, because that's how things really transform. And I know it's hard to offer without desiring rewards, I know it's horrible when we're victims of ingratitude, but we need to stand firm in the purpose of changing our reality. No, we cannot give up at the first disenchantment, at the first di