My Book of Laws For No One

 I am feeling strange lately, the sickness in my bones seems to be thickening, the voices whispering right besides my ear keep growing louder. I hear the ticks and tocks of an old clock, it keeps me awake at night, there is no such thing in my room, there is nothing in my room, besides white walls. I am scared, in this closed room, no escape is available to me, they can come in and go whenever they please, but my fingers became free of my nails as I scratched the door for them to let me go, why do they lock me, why they keep entering and invading and taking like it is something natural? I hate I hate I hate, but why can’t I stop them? of course I can’t stop them, I can’t move my arms, they are bound, bloody nails must be the reason, when I dug the eye out of that researcher they locked me with him. They stopped bringing me food, the corpse stank, they told me until I shouldn’t waste food, I remember the way his stomach burst open, the bloody puddle of gastric acid and his inwards....

 I am feeling very self conscious about writing with them all in the room, well, my sister is not in the room anymore, I have no idea about what to write, I want to do something that feels like practice, I want to write ideas for shortn stories, Concepts that can be their own little universe, that I can work when I have the energy, because I really can’t do this right now, I am tired, I am quite spent, I am empty of will to do anything, so little by little I will do the things that I want to do, I want to. A short story on the universe of Bastard Diabolist, where the protagonist and the fallen paladin are in a library, the paladin is disgusted, so, they are talking, and in the paladin talks about how foul the diabolist is because he sacrifices babies to demons, the Diabolist really has no patience for this fool, but he feels wronged being called baby killer, “What worth would a baby soul have to a demon? not even a thousand baby souls would be worth one adult soul” cause you can’t...

 Flowers, It has been such a long time since I saw one, they don’t grow down here, not the pretty ones, the ones that do… I wouldn’t dare to get close, there is as much beauty down here as there is up there, but while the town that shines with sun has their beauty for beauty sake, here the vibrant neon colors, the indigo vines that grown from the gutter, that cover the plywood houses, the sewer glows radioactive green, maybe from radiation, grandma hates passing there, it gives her headaches. Black mirror, the soul it reflects for me, its gives me shiver seeing the crooked smile on my lips, I touch my face, my fingers trace lines of horror in my expression, but the smile on the him in the mirror just deepens, showing rotting teeth and blackened gums. There is a forest of plywood and rusty nails, it used to be a town before the big man with guns took over, they brought blood, they brought their freedom smelling of gunpowder, their blue, red and white flag. the saviors of the world,...

 I will now commence the process of writing, it has been such a long time since the last time I did anything like what I plan to do onward for today,  let me tell you, I am going to write good fiction, I am going to write the best story that my brain can conjure, and this here works kinda like a writing exercise, to get used to the ideas flowing, coming and going, this here is like muscle training, I am gaining insurmountable amounts of muscle mass, and to that I say, gross, but like, from now onward, I am going to  free write 5k words on a day, and write a short story on the other, I plan on making the most of my abilities, they are few, but now, I finally have time to make it grow once back again, and you know what, I will not give up until I write the next office job, but like, this time, it will be better, it will be more engaging, and I had that project, hadn't I? I was going write mother of leaning from the ground up, well, I have no idea, I kinda of think it will ...

 Here lays every coherent story from each day of this month: To count as a coherent story is to have 5 or more paragraphs And I guess that is it, Keep your expectations high, I want to watch them crash and burn. \--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 31th Day of March: Cold - In the smoke of a cigarette, I could see figures made of shadows, they clouded themselves together to warm from the cold. The small silhouette shivered uncontrollably and the big ones hugged it tighter, I knew how it would end, I saw the scene so many times, forever etched on the frozen corpses inside houses like this, maybe my brain is compensating for this empty house, maybe is too much to ask for peace of mind during my little cigarette break. It is such a funny sight seeing the limp cloth on the glove where my fingers should be, they blackned and broke off on their own thanks to gangrene. It shouldn’t be so amusing, but ...

 When I saw the length in this one, I got so sad, so, no sweet for this one I guess.  I have a lot of feelings in need of decompressing, today I had the first class of the year, and I am not truly a fan of how I am feeling right now The feelings I felt for now are, shame, I have a lot of shame, I am like, swimming in that stuff, didn't want it to be so, but I am deeply ashamed of myself for failing so hard, so hard, it gives me sinking feeling, and I want to distance myself from the keyboard, I pavloved myself to fear school,  ut I promised myself to not let this year turn into another failure. And I don't know where comes all this spite of mine towards teacher stephanie, well, for one, she got too caught up in the mindset about the circumstances surrounding how and to who were written the realism heroes, instead of just saying a concrete description, realist hero, the movement opposes romantism, with a realistic character with flaws and a well rounded personality, the r...