Another #haiku Challenge Thank you all but I think I'll stick away from #haiku's personally. Never the less I will begin the next challenge c:< I think that's how you make the face anyway. This one shall be based on everyday #life through your own eyes. Good luck everyone sorry it's so vague.

#haiku? I Think ##haikuchallenge They labelled me hero But I felt a far worse name Now we are killers

Staving Off The Darkness This short is based off of the work of an Opuss member my objective genre will be realistic fiction. Sometimes remembering the past makes me wonder whether or not home truly was what I was defending. For the last ten years I flew from country to country fighting people who's names only the dead know, for the sake of a man who told me it was the right thing to do. My mother and father raised me to be a good man, but sometimes I truly wonder if theres any good left in me. After a short career in the active duty military I was approached by a man who was the founder of a growing private security company interested in recruiting me. To think this was the beginning of the troublesome days that would follow through my days as a contractor. These days I keep seeing the faces of people who I had to kill for the sake of completing my mission, but what hurts most is knowing they too had families. My head is a war zone trying to fight between my beliefs and reality hoping I am doing the right thing, trying to see light in a place where my past is buried. For countless months I have searched for a light in this place of darkness a door way out into the light something to escape from the faces I see every night. On a day when I thought I had finally had enough my heart whispered to me it was time to say good bye, and so I planned to throw myself from a cliff into the ocean. It was there I saw her dressed all in white, her name I was never told she stood silently playing a violin in the darkness. Slowly the darkness seemed to clear and my heart felt at peace listening to the sounds of the sea and the emotion poured into her instrument. As the songs came to an end I reached my hand out to her hoping to speak for a short time, but when I reached out there was no one. At first I was saddened but emotions come and go, what truly surprised me was that a ghost could be so practical even if just for tonight. This place became important for me holding the last calming area left for my heart, and even now as I lie here knowing this will be the last place I see my heart and mind are at peace. Living the #life of a sheep dog was the future that my mother and father desired for me, now that I am done with this #life I feel fulfilled. As I closed my eyes one last time the sweet sound of that violin began to play once more and I found out that even someone like myself can find happiness in the end, maybe this was the sign I had been a good man through #life. Well hope you all enjoy this is the only non sci/fi story I have written recently.

TROPICAL Troops are sent from place to place Rallying behind the words of politicians One man controls the fate of millions Politics decide the course of nations I am just tired of the never ending nightmares Call me weak if you will All of us that fought just need some rest Lying peacefully in a sea of black just trying to escape the pain Not really sure if this counts just wanted to enter one of these.

Mirror Mirror Mirror mirror on the wall How much longer until I fall? I spent my days fighting for others But now I feel the hatred of their brothers Combat is all I know Skills that nobody should have to show The politicians sent me to places where the sun never should have shown The sins I have committed can not be known So mirror mirror on the wall When will the nightmares stall I can go no longer in this time of peace Where the lies of a few give the public release From the truth others have to face Despite some of us having been in their place Now I ask one final time Oh mirror of mine Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the reflection that stands so tall?