My latest story is based off a premise I've been thinking about a lot lately:
'Those who we call crazy are rarely mad or truly insane. They are visionaries and geniuses, men and women of brilliance whose visions we cannot see. Many see visions of the future, visions that terrify them, things that frighten them into madness. And thus we have the cases of madness we see most often, and we have the cases of insanity, the cases of suicide.
For, when you can see things others can't see-frightening things they dismiss as hallucinations-wouldn't you go crazy yourself?'
It starts off with a seven-year-old-girl who sees her first vision of something horrible. Over the years, she is driven crazy by these visions as she grows up and the world tells her they aren't real.
But they are real. She can feel them, see them, hear them. And yet... they deny her visions' existence. She goes 'crazy' from these visions...
And her last words upon the wall are written in blood
'Akhet... be wary... of the dawn... It Begins...'
Whaddaya think?
How many of us have dreamed of being a musician? How many of us have dreamed to one day sing, to make it big, to be up on stage in all our glory?
I can tell you I have. I can tell you I dream of it all the time. And the best singers write their own songs, and let me tell you, I have soooo many songs it's not even funny. Other than to write, my only other passions are singing and acting.
And trust me. I love to sing.
Who knows, maybe I'll get a big break as a singer someday.
Now wouldn't that be awesome?
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Darkness rising,
I can't see the light for the sun's blockade
Shining darkness down on me
And in the end,
It all comes down to one thing
That is that I love you.
For my love for you,
Is the darkest part of me...
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Thoughts?
I've got very, very limited computer access right now (as in I only have it at my bf's), so my writing is flopping and so is my blogging.
But I AM alive. Yay.
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