Is it a cry for attention that she continuously downs the world post by post and slowly demolishes herself or is it a true cry for help…
I think the knowledgable one is lost, very lost
She never returns till time due way later, thankfully by then forgotten and never more to mess with all their minds who foolishly fell for her tricks
I probably lay here ever so tempted to send such thing, but, you know, the internet….
So a picture that says nothing but 1995 on it can get half a million notes but when I write out a story I get one…… science
Dylan Auvery - Edge of Exsistance
Take a breather and stay a while, why in such a hurry friend.
For a second there my eyes deceived me. Within the bright sun sitting in the golf cart I looked back at the sun shinning on a summer bloomed tree. It appeared to my eyes almost as if just behind it there was a lion of the pride watching me from a distance. I look forward only seconds later to then question what I just saw as I looked back and saw nothing but the tree before my eyes, questioning my vision.
- Soul helloimsoul
It’s 3am on the first of September. I lift my head to hear the bells and piano playing faintly then, nothing but the crickets chirp.
Start time: September 1st 1:10 am
Topic: Random writing, story mode [In need of opinions]
He stepped forward, called upon by the peers and the instructor to present himself. Nerves rose inside him since he was never good at presenting anything. As he walked the isle to the front he looked left and right to the many faces surrounding him. Feeling almost stalked by their watching eyes, as bored as they were with the previous presentations. Although to them their eyes were careless and unjudging, to him they were the difference of wether he would even become visible to the new school. When he reached the front podium it almost seemed he was going to have a seizure by how much he was shaking. They anti eagerly watched him, waiting what seemed hours until he finally spoke.
"Hi, m-my name is Dylan Auvery. I, am not the best at speaking in front of people and never have been or maybe will ever be. I’m new to this area, and came from Burnswith, Michigan a small town no one will ever care to remember anyways so I guess it’s sort of irrelevant."
Instructor: “What did you do over this summer Dylan? What about yourself, what kind of things are you into as a hobby.”
At first, Dylan stood silent. He didn’t know how to respond, how to make up a dull story. In his mind he started to miss life as normal before shit hit the fan around a year back. He didn’t want to recall those memories but he couldn’t help but thinking of them. Running, running, more running. Like an endless cycle of fear he lived in then. All of the haunting thoughts he could never tell them fearing the consequences. He had to make up something, he had to.
Dylan: “I guess you can say I did as much as every other teen during the summer, sat at home 75% of the nights. Mainly up on my computer watching netflix or something. Went on vacation to the beach for a week, and that’s about it. I like to draw and I guess I’m a woodsy kind of person, but other than that I don’t have very many hobbies. I’m not exactly the super social party going type either….umm, yeah that’s about it for me.”
They clapped with zero enthusiasm as the instructor smiled and noted him back to his seat. His palms very sweaty from all the nerves and bad memories. He now wanted nothing to do with being noticed at all, he wanted to be invisible. He kept at a thought.
—My name is Dylan, and I am nothing more than that. They will not find me here, they will not catch me. I will become invisible to them and everyone around me. They, will not find me, here I am safe, here I am invisible. My name is Dylan and that is all that I am.—
-Soul helloimsoul [Feedback and notes on my work much appreciated]