Proud Writing Moments
These are all my proud moments in writing. Every time a color alternates, it means it is a different piece of writing.
Kaige looked at the odd person talking to him. "Indeed. That is my name. Kaige Parrish." Kaige half smirked with a kind of laugh, "My friend?" Kaige shook his head. "No not my friend." He paused. "More like my brother. Jett Parrish." He said looking away. He thought back, to when Jett was in his last killing spree. "I understand that." He added in. Kaige looked down at the table, his long silver hair fell into his face.
Kaige closed his eyes, and thought back to that day. The day, everything went wrong.
The screaming of young children, the blood stained walls, the horses, cows and pigs squealing and communicating to others, in warning. All was flashing before his eyes, slower then he would of liked but fast enough that he didn't understand what was going on. Dashing to the window, he could see the horses, bleeding and running, the pigs hiding in the mud, and the cows lying on the ground. As dead, as dead could be.
He runs down the steps horrified at the blood shed at the bottom. Looking around he sees blood splattered on the windows, his parents hiding in terror. But in every direction he looked he could not seem to see two people. He sneaks down the hallway, towards the back door. The floor boards creaking after every step he took. He pushed opened the back door, listening as the animals grieved in pain.
But what's this? A scream in the far distance. A scream of a female child, calling for help. He runs to the barn as quickly as he could. Pushing open the large doors and gasping at the sight. The hay was stained a deep red, and as he looked up, he saw his darling sister, with a horrified look on her pale skin. Her eyes were filled with fear.
He looks over at the person whom was chasing her. A familiarity fell upon him when he saw the long red hair, the scars like no other. The chaser glances over their shoulder, stares at him. There was no mistake, the monster standing in front of him, was no other then his beloved brother. With his glowing red eyes, and hands that were blood stained, the chaser smirks slyly before dashing towards his sister.
He falls to his knees, solid tears of a loneliness that would soon never leave his own broken and tortured heart. He watched incapable to do anything, to oppose his own brother. His beloved sister. The small immature sister, that he had loved so well. Perished before his own eyes. Her bright eyes full of play and love grew dull and hollow. The brother that he was so close to, drew every drop of blood, leaving no opportunity for mercy.
A rage so strong, that it can light a thousand light bulbs, grew inside of him. Seizing anything he could, he leaped up and sprinted towards the figure which appeared to be his brother. As he ran, he soon found himself pinned against the barns walls. Before he could push away his brother, he felt a sharp pain on his neck. The warm feeling of blood oozing out of the wound came into place.
His body became weak, and slid down onto the blood stained hay. He saw his brother leaning over him, forcing his mouth open and spilling blood into his mouth. He resisted as much as anybody could, but he soon found out it wasn't enough. His eyes drew heavy and his strength was now too weak. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a second, ended up being four hours. When he opened his eyes, he saw his brother weeping over his sister. He felt his neck, that was still damp. He laid his head back down, falling into a deep slumber, that lasted for at least a century.
Kaige put his hand on his forehead, thinking hard of what could of forced Jett back into his original self.
Life has a variety of paths a single human being could choose from, whether we take notice of it or not. God has put into place a way of living, and we follow it – to the best of our abilities – without knowledge of doing so. There is never a ‘right’ path. Each path, which leads us to the next level of life, has their pros and cons but never is one more right then the other. We always believe there is good and evil in this world. Light and Dark; Good and Bad; Angels and Demons; all of these ideas are opposite of one another. But has it occurred to someone that it all could be the same?
In fairy tales, good always triumphs over bad; angels are better then demons; light diminishes darkness. Everything is never ending, such as paths. They are continuously being created.
Life is never what it seems. It is twisted and manipulated for another person’s usage. No one could of ever imagined how twisted life could be until it affects them personally. Light is equal to dark; angels are the same as demons; good never defeats bad, usually it is quite the opposite. If any life is like a fairytale, then that person is not only fooling others around them but themselves.
