I Have Never Shivered I do not tremble in the arctic air The winds that moan And blow through my hair I do not cry over death and despair I would not weep I would not dare I do not sink in the ocean of love The ways it embraces The weak hearts of the dumb I do not find guilt deep within my soul I only find home With the ice and the snow I do not want a mom or a dad I was pleasantly pleased With what I first had I do not live why others do I only live For revenge on you

I Am The Monster I am the monster Parents tell the children of at night I am the darkness That consumes every last bit of light I am the terror Who rises over hopes and dreams I am the demon That wipes out every human being Also!! I plan to continue Shadow of Perfection after I watch Thor.... So don't think I stopped writing it!

Never Safe I opened my eyes to the smell of fresh curry, being tossed about in a skillet along with various native vegetables. I pushed my quilt off from my warmly rested body and pulled myself out of bed. "Mother, why are you making curry vegetables so early?" I yawned. "Nara, just because its the morning doesn't mean you can't have some vegetables," I sighed and sat down at the table. I rubbed my dark brown eyes and brushed my fingers through my tangles. I really needed to comb that rat's nest. The curry smelled like spicy heaven in a wok. Ahhh. CLACLUNK!!! My mother fell to the floor in mid-fry. "Mother!" I rushed over to her limp body. She was crumpled on the floor in an unnatural position. "Please! Mother!" my eyes leaked tears that ran down my cheeks. "Mother! I thought it was gone! I thought you made it go away! Please! Mother!" Again, it would all happen again. I would have to babysit her body and protect it from the beast before it got her, like it had my sister, I had been positive she had made it go away. Now it would start all over again. All over again. One month earlier. I stared up at the misty mountain peak, the cold air wrapped around me, if not for my think blue coat, I would have been dead, preserved by the ice and hardened by the pure aridness of the environment. This mountain was not for the faint of heart. I had come here with only my mother and sister. My name is Imad Prasa, and I have just arrived at the Avenyarian Mountain. My stomach dropped as we scaled the massive beast. The temperature dropped incredibly as we got higher. "Mother, I'm cold," my sister Nara shivered. "It's okay Nara, we're almost there, just one more night. Do we want to camp out for the night or continue climbing?" Mother asked. "C-camp out," I said, rubbing my numb hands together. "Okay, Nara, do you agree?" she turned to my sister. "Yes. I-I wanna camp out," she nodded. "Okay, I'll set up the tent, you two start the fire, don't let the snow or ice touch it," Mother smiled a smile that made it all okay. I let my pack slide off of my numb shoulder, lowering down onto my knees and pulled the frozen zipper across the opening of the pack. I dug in the supplies until I grasped the firewood. It's rough surface stuck pleasingly to my thick black gloves. I pulled the logs out of my pack and swiped my hand about in the snow until the dark grey rock underneath was revealed. Arranging the wood on the clearing took only a few minutes. While I made sure that there would be no ice or snow around the fire, mother expertly rubbed to sticks together to create a spark that grew to a bright, warm flame. She scrambled over to the wood pile and carefully lowered the flame to the bark. For the next hour, we all sat around the heat, rubbing our hands together and letting the flame warm our faces. "Mother, what was that?" Nara asked, her voice quivering with what was either cold or fear or both. "Nara, I did not hear anything," mother scanned the dark, icy area. "It was loud. Why did you not hear it?" Nara's face went blank, tilting to the side. Her eyes stuck to Mother's. "Uhm. I'm sorry." Mother sighed. "No Mother." Mother looked at Nara, their eyes met perfectly. I was scared to say anything. "Why did you not hear it?" Nara turned to look at me, slowly swiveling her round face to meet mine. "I did," I lied, to afraid of my sister's uncharacteristic behavior. "Do not lie, Imad. I do not like it when you lie to me. You do not love me. Do not pretend you do. You do not care about me. Do not pretend you do. You do not. Not. Not. Not. No. No. You do NOT," Nara's face was blank and emotionless, completely contrary to her usual grin that spread across her tan cheeks. "Nara... Of course I love you..." I stammered. "No." She lunged at me, Mother screamed and grabbed her feet. Nara turned around to face her, scratching her clutching fingers until she released. "Nara! No! Stop!" she screeched. Nara climbed up to my neck, I pushed my hands up to her collarbone. Trying my best to prevent her from whatever she planned to do. Her lips curled up to reveal a mouth full of needle-like teeth. Her eyes washed completely black. I let out a high pitched scream. "Sister. Your vision is clouded. Your lies are pointless. Your blood is cold and blue," she hissed. As she came closer, her neck gushed a tar-like liquid. Dripping and seething through a giant festering wound that appeared to be where her scar was, the scar from when she fell out of her crib when she was a baby. I pushed harder on her. But she continued to transform. Her skin grew pale and veiny, her hair was shed and her head bloated to a giant transparent globe of arteries and pumping blood. Her fingers grew long, each close to six feet long, a clear webbing stretched between each one. "Nara- what- what are you?!" I strained to utter words as her jaw unhinged and grew longer to reach my neck. CRACK.

Shadow Of Perfection: Part 1 This is a tale of jealousy and mortal ire, scripted by a divine yet convoluted mind, corrupted by the mere ignorance of that mind's "kin" and "family." My name is Loki Laufeyson, and this is the tale of my deplorable existence. We sat in the massive dome, safe from the agitated winds outside, howling and moaning like wolves in the night. I sat confined to the corner, while my slightly older brother was comfortably seated on my father's lap, collecting his love like a thief. If I can remember correctly, if my mind has not been soiled and decayed by all the pain slowly gnawing at me over the long and dreary years, we were around the age of seven, possibly six, and both had entirely contrary reputations. I was the despised trouble-maker. Of coarse, my mistakes were constantly tossed back at me. Pushed deeper into my soul until they became a part of my personality. My brother, on the other hand, made just as many mistakes as I, but his mistakes were whisked away like leaves in the wind by my father. His mistakes became regrets, which evolved into a rule set of what not to do, creating the ideal son for any sane man. My mistakes were always wrong, I was fueled by the discipline that was thrust upon me. I wanted to break rules. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how deep I dug, no shred of obedience was salvageable. I was a rule breaker. As I sat in the corner, the coldest corner, as I observed my brother and father chuckling and conversing. "Father! Tell me the story of the King! The King who saved the boy!" my brother exclaimed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. That story had been recited countless times. It told of a king, caressed in gold and riches, who finds young boy stranded the the dessert, and saves him. Just as predicted, they live happily ever after. Of coarse. I had never enjoyed those stories like my brother had. I had always known that they were the stories that filled the minds of fools. They were stories for gullible children, stories for children that hoped, that hoped and dreamed and wished. Now, I must say I know what you are thinking, that I should not be telling of such tales in envy, contemplating the dessert boy's convenient existence, with the kind of #life I live now. My father was a king caressed in gold and riches. He was a king and we were princes. He was a god, as were we.

Humanity In A Petri Dish Day 1 of the fast and simple growth of Mold Spore Planet 1.74 (MSP 1.74) The #life on MSP 1.74 was quick and easy, with evolution and adaptation. But the final Mold Spore Dominant Species: MSDS 674.35 was a disappointment due to the testing of a light source enclosing near MSP 1.74. They have developed thousands of languages and various cultures, but are simple minded, not what we had hoped for. Although their Mold Spore has only been in existence for 23.57 hours, their simple minds have perceived the time period as millions of years. They have advanced in technology and world division, and recently shown that they can build large clusters of buildings called cities that are destroying every native form of #life including themselves. But as I first recited, they are an evolutionary mistake due to controlled climate change, and must be destroyed as soon as possible .