The Epic Journey of Nameless by macaroniman3, literature
Literature
The Epic Journey of Nameless
The Epic Journey of My Nameless Angel as He Waits for His Proper Time
A Prologue Near the End of the Story
Rooftop to rooftop, jump after jump. Nothing but the wind, the stars and the moon, and me. It was an unusually nice summer night in New York City. Up on the tips of the skyscrapers that was. Down below, people were feeling anxious because of the citywide power outage. Well, that wasn’t really my concern. People in major cities always panicked a bit when the lights went out, now especially. They were still concerned about the whole Y2K apocalypse thing, even a month after the lights had decided to stay on. I couldn’t help bu
Stuck, Bored, but Breaking Free. by macaroniman3, literature
Literature
Stuck, Bored, but Breaking Free.
A conclusion to 'Stuck, Bored, and Don't Know Who I Am'.
They are... in big trouble. This is the first time in our history that Light and Dark have mixed. We looked at the two People. One of them had been around for a while already. He had been a Light Person in our Light Room, and the only male within the Light. Until he left. We remember well when he left. You don't see someone that fat peel off their skin and cross the border of realms like that everyday. That was what he did! He was just sitting there, staring at our Dark Room, when he got up, and his skin of Light peeled off of him and he made a break for the Dark Room. That was when th
Darkness creeps in,
Friends sneak out.
Fear sliding down,
Doubt sprouting up.
Clawing things strike my right, Flying spikes impale my left.
People all around me,
But I'm still stranded in a savage wasteland.
I scream out to the world,
But no one knows I'm there.
I reach out to the crowds passing by,
But cold blades sever my outstretched fingers.
My fear of the shadows,
That come when no one is there,
When there are people everywhere.
The loneliness that is always on my shoulder, Whispers in my ear the thing I dread might be true.
"No one could ever love you for you."
I lay myself down to rest,
And my tears run down my cheeks,
Stuck, Bored, and Need a Face. by macaroniman3, literature
Literature
Stuck, Bored, and Need a Face.
A continuation of 'Stuck, Bored, and Don't Know Who I Am'.
I am... I was one of the Light People. But that is the past. Here, in the Dark, even though I have no name, I know who I am and who I was, and who I can be. Unlike the Light, which lives through conformity and ignorance, the Dark encourages individuality, although it can't be seen. The Dark People all blend in with the pitch-‐ black background, so we have to describe our individuality. I myself imagine myself as being big, around seven feet tall. Just think about the superheroes with muscles but then give it a nice sleek look and you have my body's description down. For my hea
Stuck, Bored, and Don't Know Who I Am. by macaroniman3, literature
Literature
Stuck, Bored, and Don't Know Who I Am.
I am... I don't know. The Light forbids me from knowing myself. The Dark is no better because it just denies me access to its domain, like it runs some high-end club with its overpriced food and dull varieties. The closest I can come to knowing myself is through my little mirror. It's just a shattered shard, but it is my companion in my clueless life, although I need to shade it over with the palm of my hand in order to insure the Light won't reflect itself to blind me. I seem to be made partly of Light myself, from what I see from the mirror. At least my insides are, and this Light isn't overpowering thankfully, or else I would never be abl