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| CHAPTER 1: DEATH TRIGGER �TAP! TAP! TAP!� �CLICK!� � TAP! TAP! TAP!� �kRiNg! kRoNg!� Ahhhh! The sounds you hear when you�re inspired, well, from a school news paper novelist who only writes stuff that most likely liked by people from the alternative, morbid, evil, obnoxious, misunderstood, SATANIC, negative, rock fan, and TRAGIC side. His novel tells about every single thing that has a new look or perhaps just criticizing them to his novels. Every thing he writes is about negativity and more on horrifying scenarios. He always has a new novel every month, kinda like some new season of his perspective combined with the WEIRD side of things and a little of fiction to make the right chemistry for the people of his kind. Well the only reasons that his stories are being published legally by the school paper even though it was ever against their will to do it, is because he�s been at the literary industry ever since in 6th grade �til now, all of the weirdo�s artists, rock rulers and Satanists in the school would gang up and ruin all that there is in the news room, and all the people who where depressed because they where dumped and heart broken or suicidal only read his articles and novels� because they claim that they always can relate and have them look at the darker side of what happened and go forth the EVIL inner self to release it and spread an unstoppable human plague. The writer happens to be their last chance or someone who is always there not only for the incompetent dumped and heart broken stupid idiots, but for those who want to go to death face to face and still turn back to live another day. Yes, his novels are for the suicidal and daring side mostly, but I�m not reading your zodiac. Because horoscopes cannot tell whether you die today, or you kill your self because of the writer�s novel. I might be exaggerating but, they do happen, and some times the suicidal humanoids commit suicide right after they finish what ever the hell was on the article on that season is. Some of his articles can be found at their cold hands with blood from a 36-hour dead body. The most likely novel he wrote which held responsible for the suicide of 6 students was, �The Glare Of A Third Eye� this has the tragic ending that almost shook all those who read it. Some people never even finished it because they already have predicted the ending and would really kill themselves right after they see the phrase �TRAGIC END� that was the unique idea that can symbolize in an ordinary � THE END� but I think that�s HELL much cooler than this simple two word overused showed. Some people, who finished the story, got lucky, because they only attempted suicide but didn�t actually do it. And we still call them lucky. But ever since then, the readers seem to cease to read the novels because they got scared and even thought the writer is already dead and was just a roaming ghost that never had the chance to share his paradox because he already killed himself because of his tragic life. How absurd. He�s alive and healthy but he doesn�t do drugs or smoke or anything. He always has described himself as the simplest of the entire heavy metal fan. And through those incidents, of course all the faculty members have criticize him and tried to ruin his reputation as the man of �DEATH TRIGGER� a man who they call the trigger of death. CHAPTER 2: HEMORRHAGE As I�ve said, he was already doing this kind of morbid writing when he was still at a very mild age. Why? Well, visualize a 6 year old boy, witnessed that his mom being beaten, held against her will and killed to death. Her eyes at all those times where looking at you crying, reddish, worried and helpless. Your fear increases, all that you believe in God and the mighty Christ wasn�t there for your mother to save her. You did every thing. Shouted every thing. Said everything. And done everything. And still, nothing. None has changed, no one has come, and every thing seemed so helpless. And it was. What could a child with no knowledge of defending anyone with his hands do? Suddenly his mother stopped screaming, and so did he. His father leaves the already considered a corpse to the ground with the eyes open. And he approaches his dead mother with snotty nostrils, �Mom? Mom? What�s the matter? Are you hurt?� She has no response. And then his heart grew heavy and realized what just happened. By the time he was about to cry out loud, his father slammed him to a creaking cabinet and knocks him unconscious. The next thing he knew he was in a coma for three weeks. And all that time he was asleep, he only dreamed of all the negative things he had always have gone through, your own father killing your mother. Having flashbacks of that you see in films that say, ��til DEATH do us part.� And now realizing it was true, but in a way you couldn�t imagine. Learning the hard way. He dreamt it all. The morbid part, seeing it all, from the very beginning of your mother�s grief beatings to the very point point she couldn�t take it anymore, powerless, remembering where commercials used to say, women are independent and strong, and with that known knowledge he expects that anytime his mother would stand up like Popeye does when he eats his spinach after a wild beating by Bluto, but all he see is her eyes. You see her eyes screaming, literary, saying, �HELP ME OUT OF THIS MISERY!� reddish her eyes were, crying, suffering, and staring DEAD. And most of his nightmares in his coma whereof being left by the one who you worship and use to trust for help any time you have problem, the one they call messiah. The infamous being that will take you out of the burning sulfur and put you to paradise, but instead, he dreams of him being tied from head to toe with a chain cementing your feet into a pail and sending you drowning into the burning liquid metal. Laughing! Seeing you fry makes quite happy, him not a single drop of sweat he has take out of his spore has dispose of him. You cry in which the pain makes your skin venerable to the lava that you stick with. You burn and die through the hellfire that you once gone afraid of. And you also cry for revenge. Anger and hatred roars. And he promises himself, once he opens his eyes from his long slumber; he opens his eye to the truth. And same with every people he has to know and the ones he hasn�t known. And all of what he has promised in his time of sleep now will become a reality, a dream guided not by God in Godspeed but the devil in his mind and heart, the objector of Jesus, the once invincible to a so called paradise if not just tempt with a shiny apple. The one they call�SATAN. And up until no, remains an inner wound or much likely a wound that doesn�t heal. A curse of which no one cast. a promise to his misguided dreams. The damaged blood that has been in his system since childhood cannot start to flow nor tart to end, because it never ends. Hemorrhages in his own veins and literary into his past. The hemorrhage that isn�t quit healed until now, but no matter how a normal hemorrhage kills a human being, it wouldn�t kill him even if he wants to killed by it or he really has it. I was just poetically speaking. And literary diminished But, until now, every single year he always have attempted to commit suicide but really doesn�t continues it because he would rather die last than not to finish all of what he wanted to babble about on all that life has to come with if you live it on the bright side and completely loose control when you�re steering wheel. And believe me, he wants to DIE.. |
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