MotherSky

He was one of those people that looks good wearing their hats forward. Y'know, one of those people that, when you see them, because it's not backwards, you can assume they're either a farmer or a jerk? When I first layed eyes on him, at College, I was jealous. I can't explain why I was jealous. It just sort of happened. That golden, corn colored hair sticking out of that stupid hat. That big, idiotic grin. Those bleach washed teeth. If there were ever anyone to be jealous of on sight, it was him. Someone came to school with a gun a year later. I can't tell you whether it was stress or insanity or maybe just anger with the world. People tell

It is said that after killing Balder, the Gods searched out Loki and found him disguised as a trout in a river. They then caught him and transformed one of his sons, Vali, into a wolf. He soon turned on his brother, Narfi, and disemboweled him. The Gods then used Narfi's entrails to chain Loki to three rocks, under which a venomous serpent would drip its venom onto Loki's face. His wife, out of mercy and loyalty, sits beside him, collecting the venom in the bowl until it is full. She then must empty in onto his face; and this will endure until Ragnarök. Now the next day, that followed the day of the preparation, the chief priests and Ph

The world spoke to him. He listened. It whispered softly of sun laced days, where all that mattered were blue skies and the wind. It tickled his ear and murmured of a time where all that seemed meaningful was how many moments a person spent with people he called friends. How much time he spent smiling. The world spoke to him—in such a way that no others could hear—and in these talks he learned how to be happy. He learned that, in the end, everything would rust and burn. He learned that nothing beyond his love for others actually mattered. He was told about the delusions of grandeur Humanity held for itself—the way they so blin

Two men walked outside, discussing life—both were moving on to College, and both were leaving for far away places. “So much for the stars.” One says, commenting on the cloudy night. “So much for our lives.” The other responds, commenting on their future. They stood there for a long while, silent, coping with the truth of the matter.

They towered above her, these pillars of gossamer. There was nothing more beautiful, and nothing more serene; perfect in their design and texture, her world held nothing as right as these towers. She approached a pillar and touched it. It turned to dust. Assuming the same fate would befall the others, she left this place, never to find happiness.

Not many people get what they wish for. And when they do, it's often to their disadvantage.  A wish is not something to be trifled with--to be misused in any way shape or form--and unfourtunatly, that is something people can't seem to understand. I am a wish granter. People who find me get what they wish for. I can't tell you how many times I've watched a human do something beyond them. I can't tell you how many failures I've witnessed or how many people have died. All I can say is that I can not disobey what a person wishes. If they want something, they get it, regardless of the thought put into the matter or the things that lead to it.

Prologue I love her, I love her, I love her...I love her so much I made her real? Yes. Yes, I made her real. How? It's simple, really...maybe to me. Not to others. She's beside me right now. Yes, yes she is; she is beside me, Ralphie Alon, the one who made her real. Her name is Eve—Eve my Angel—and she loves me. She loves me. She waits for me outside the door of every one of my classes. She is always there—she is always there for me—and she always knows what I want and need most. Intro My name is Ralphie. I go to a large High School in Grand Island, Nebraska; I've spent the last three and a half years of my life going to this school, and