《The Factory》 A Scam? I wonder how far he goes up when he''s washing his face since his head is bald. ''Miss Moe Pay Attention! Stop being so easily distracted this is a exam, also our last time together since I''m leaving so do well. I know this a stressful time but you need to write paragraphs, equations, examples and the true meaning in your questions no shortcuts. All of this was taught last month before I sent you home for studies. Look straight in front of you down at the test paper because this is all this life have to offer you'' Now I wonder how far his head is up his ass. Well if you''re going to giving me so much instructions wouldn''t it be better if you do it yourself? Mr Dick always make me feel like shit and that says a lot, that''s all anyone need to know. I''m going to war at The Factory and go on to be the president so whatever. The hell is he smiling ear to ear looking at his phone probably a women that has more plastic in her than the ocean. I just don''t like fake trying to act they as real as it gets but I do wish I can play create a character on my body too, life is a game. ''Globe warming have killed millions of people(The Rich not included no need to panic) by burning them alive! oh and melting some ice so the penguins have more water to swim in we guess? Write the ways one can stop Globe warming so we can move our society to enter an age of Peace and Prosperity, also help the penguins from swimming in so much water we guess?'' First of all I''m not the one, move? how the hell would I know I never major in physics it was chemistry but it does seem I was mad about the wrong plastic though. Poor penguins I''m a vegan so I am already doing my part of helping, I will not be answering this question it must have been planted as part of an elaborate hoax if that makes sense. Why do all the girls that comes from that area all wear the same clothes, stand the same, pose the same, look the same, smile at the camera the same?If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ''Name every element in the Periodic table'' Yeah.... no, will come back later to this question later I will be a smarter person by then. Why was Mr Dick acting like I know what I''m doing, the last time I even open my book to study he was right there. Of all the days today is the day that guy have to wear red? It''s really just me and my water bottle against the tides of the world that keep us from getting anything we want and deserve in life. Why does the calendar have more dates than me What does water taste like What colors are mirrors, questions like that they should be asking at least it would get me excited to think. Why couldn''t my conscious be in a body of a person with rich parents so I would deal with all of this bullshit. We all are the same at least in that aspect. Water bottle " " You''re right I can fail this one and just be prepared for the next. That''s bullshit the day that happens is when Mr Dick take his head out his ass so I guess we will never know. Looking around to see all what the world has to offer me, which wasn''t much like anyone would expect from a place like this. Freedom! at last I''m gone as the sun shines upon my skins that bless me with energy also wiped out my hunger. Thanks photosynthesis If the weather can be raining as hell in the morning to hot as hell in the afternoon, my grades can definitely go from a 40 to a 80. So what if I failed at this one thing? There are millions of other to thing to succeed at it''s not like I lost anything. Only Positive thoughts Happily doing cartwheels and skipping along the streets to a new beginning, The birds singing, the children singing, the rocks might as well be singing too leaving forever whatever behind me . I hated the narrow hallways where I had to make plans to avoid the control freaks wardens from punishing me for my dress code while they themselves dress like hookers to carried out the garbage. I hated the cells I hated the chair I hated the iron bars I hated Mr Dick I hated clothes I hated the people I hated the chains I hated Mr Dick. Doesn''t hate the place. Men are trash, I will say it millions of times if I can I don''t care. Yes I''m not a comedian who are just people throwing shit at the wall hoping it sticks, just a annoying existence who desperately need a reaction, now go be fake mad about something else. Welcome to The Factory ''Miss Moe?'' No way no fucking way And my nails just broke Shit. Leaving? "Did I really accidentally drop a bomb on the city we declared to never attack?" Moe was puzzled, was there any differences sooner or later The Factory would bomb everyone of them didn''t they learn that in the first War. Random noises came out of the phone not only for Moe''s ear but for everyone "Yes I have heard you loud and clear, now press 0 to reach someone that cares" Moe continued "Hold on! If by any chance The Factory lost the war, can you promise me that I will be safe particularly in a hotel with a pool?" "Have all your training led you to this?" Mr Dick coldly asked with his face that no emotion unless it was to show some irritation just like they told him to do. "Yes" Moe said with an all knowing happy. Moe knew only soldiers and citizens die in War, the higher-ups just switches sides. I don''t even want to fight them some are my friends she thought. Mr Dick stood there with his emotionless face with his head going into a panic since he knew exactly what she was thinking because he been trying to do it for 10 long and painfully years since the first war and you thing they would have already learnt they lesson from the first, well probably once they are dead. Mr Dick didn''t knew she had it in her to think like that, so what if she was one of best soldiers they had? a child would also shoot at others to kill, press buttons to launch bombs with a happy on their face it wasn''t anything special. "Keep thinking like that and you will be in prison" Mr Dick said with a voice full with authority and no escape. When each of those words land on Moe''s ears she felt her heart being stabbed repeatedly. She couldn''t even go to that place for 4 years so what would be prison? Scenes of sating at the edge of the bed for 5 minutes before so can go was all anyone needed to know. "Impossible I can''t" Moe cried. "Didn''t you said you wanted to live in a gated community" seeing Moe so helpless always put Mr Dick in a good mood but remembering he have must fighting her for so long even at 10 years old fulled him with shame. "What are they crazy?" Ruckus asked but he kept it to himself since he already knew all of them were crazy.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. "I really can''t shallow orange juice it''s too hard, do you have anything else Ruckus?" said June. She was a girl that came from a place where people fly in air , swing on poles and shows God''s greatest gift to man. The place mostly had women and it wasn''t no church. "But dead children isn''t huh" Ruckus thought while handing her a glass of water. Bison stared at the same glass of water mindlessly while recalling and making sense some of the sudden outburst of girlfriend this morning. It started with "You haven''t listened to a fucking word I''ve said, have you?" his heart sank then she asked to look through his phone his heart sank even deeper. When he was already starting his own outburst of how annoying she was in times he was trying to make her happy by cuddling then she suddenly turn into a inquisitor asking him ¡°I got a question and don¡¯t lie¡± even though she already made up her mind he was lying and excuses were useless. He said just forgot about it, she didn''t realize how much he was saving her feeling in the argument they were having but she didn''t have to say those hurtful thing he also have feeling. "I didn''t fall for her, I just stumbled a little that''s all" Bison said to himself patting his back. He didn''t waste time already planning dating as soon as possible in fear of being alone while thinking cautiously of how his girlfriend manipulate him into thinking she are the best woman he ever met. Then she hid all her bullshit. How can she change, even lose herself and be surprise things wasn''t the same but he didn''t change, just catch on to the lies more often. "We create our own heartbreaks because of our expectations" ran through his mind watching her leave. He wasn''t going to be depressed about something he knew was going to happen. "baa baa baa" I can see why her boyfriend cheated, Bison sigh helplessly. "I need a man to pay all my bills, I need a man to make me laugh, I need a man that I can tell what to do" Bison didn''t felt much of the series of demands of being a man, he seen and heard it all this life. He just looked at the price of the food he order for the date. The bill was $30.00. "I should pay 29.98 and let her pay the rest since it look like she already have her own" "Dating nowadays is pointless cause everyone either stuck on their ex or broken from sometime old they can''t let go" Bison was offend but not surprise in the least "One thing I have to give to women they have a sixth sense that knows exactly where a man is at life" He said to himself. Thinking about how he has only been thinking of going into a relationship to running away from his ex-girlfriend he decided to stop and focus on himself. Bison already has a new girlfriend, it was love at first sight at the supermarket flirting by accident. He just hoped she wasn''t apart of any group chats full of people trying to normalize their toxic behaviors in their relationships with acceptance from others. Bison prayed that they were good for each other and would make each other better people. I wonder what she is doing. The Cause A man with a smile on his face walking with a crowd of people desperately trying to fit in but stands out like sore thumb because he felt something the others didn''t, Guilt. The Factory, a government unlike the others who viewed they people like tools, The Factory viewed them as actually human beings. They knew that the people show the most of their potential with true freedom to truly express themselves with different ideas utilizing their creativity. That freedom can never be possible in today''s world including a government, everyone can''t be winners. The Factory needed the people to be predictable so they can pinpoint their actions and thinking while maintaining their sense of freedom. They made and support ideas like religions and beliefs for a different perspective of life while limiting them with rules, commandments, personalities and society''s standards, all of this to obtain the uttermost use of them, simultaneously getting the least. Being poor and homeless to scare them into working. The people being distracted and delusional conditioned by wide range of entertainment in every direction. Highlighting and showcasing differences among the people to keep them fighting with each other but never at The Factory. A system that immortalized itself through the wants, desires and needs, even the consciousness. "You look pregnant" said doctor Steve frustrated. "I''m pregnant?" said Adam as Steve put on the same worn out smile during the other times he heard it. "I''m really losing my patience" a heavy sigh followed. "Oh no doc I''m not doing anywhere, its nothing that bad" Adam said while struggling to sit down. "I''m not dying or anything it''s just that same way I can stop my hand from moving, I can''t stop the bad thoughts from getting into my head" Adam looked around the room with a smile on his face desperately looking for anything that makes sense. His eyes stopped on a bowl with a goldfish inside, the goldfish was just swimming around not hurting and lying to nobody, without a care in the world with no goal in sight until it was time for lunch Adam face held the same look of amusement just like the first time he saw it. "May I suggest a drug" said the doctor with a apologetic look. "No no no my father always said people uses drugs runs away from life, on their way to die they go" he chuckled, Adam kept joyfully looking at the goldfish that can simply just be in its world that has no care about the outside that is filled with death and misery, he found it so beautiful until he saw his reflection. He was a murder before he knew he was a murder. Adam was in a program called Working!!! where anything he did to live and survive such as eating, talking to people, indulging himself in entertainment and helping people cost lives. They showed him all the dead body "This is the price you have to pay for being alive, You wouldn''t want the war to be lose so that them can take over right? You now exactly what needs to be done" Adam was devoid of emotion he was lost with a compass, he knew exactly what he has to do. He exploded at The Factory, louder at himself.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Victory to The Factory!!!" Steve felt a feeling he couldn''t explain, the worst kind. "I feel like shit" "You always do" "You came here walking on ants, swinging your hands to kill anything that''s smaller than your fingertip so why do you feel anything when I kill another person" Collin said to himself. "Don''t worry niece Sarah all of The Factory''s work is for the benefit of the people. The war will end soon, now let''s go I''m sure you''re tired" He said with a smile and his arms comforting Sarah''s shoulder as they walk out the battlefield. Collin was a man that has feeling with a conscious that has a personally that perfectly fit in to the puzzle that is society to get whatever he wants and need in life. Walking through the battlefield filled with corpses, somehow it didn''t feel anything different from walking in the city. Walking with and through the crowd seeing so many people with different lives and stories but in the end in front of death all of it didn''t mean anything was a thing of beauty for him. Those people with simply living their lives that was predestined for them, going with the flow was all it was but the thought of this horrified Collin so much he ran away. He didn''t know at what point in his life he realized it nevertheless he did , he could already saw his life before his eyes all he needed to do was live it. Going with the flow creates the brain-dead and Collin was not going to be in anyway part of it. He ran to the battlefield where unpredictability is at it''s highest which he didn''t know if this was his last day or not, he wouldn''t be so stupid to die for the The Factory''s ambitions. Seeing the corpse piles on each other like tower was a spectacle he heard of all his life, for him the smell was the most unpleasant. All your life you heard how millions have died also how people suffered by the the horrors of the world I''m sure you feel a strong emotion such as hatred towards it then you go on about your day with a care in the world laughing at any little stupid joke completely forgetting what the world has done. This kind of series of events boggles Collin''s mind, yes he understood people do not have to internalize absolutely everything they encounter in life and make it personal but he couldn''t get rid of a since of hypocrisy within them. He couldn''t blame them they just didn''t know how it felt so they wouldn''t care until it was related to them in a closer way, the people who have no feeling keep giving the orders so it will keep happening. Collin walked to the base wondering why he was thinking of all these pointless thoughts since they led up to nothing such as life, Collin smiled. Front lines "In order to defeat our enemies we must think like our enemies" "Good I always wanted to kill myself" Moe said as the soldiers around her chuckles. Whether it was going to be a good time or bad Moe knew one thing only she was going to have a joke about it. "With this plan a lot of us will died in this battle. It''s the sacrifices we have to make to win" "Great the is plan is shit isn''t a plan to save as many asses as possible" Bison sigh. "Don''t worry Bison you can stick to me during the mission since you''re now feeling well" Adam said while look reassuringly to Bison patting his back. "I would like to but I rather with someone else" Bison would love to be with Adam since he always look out for others before himself but Adam would all ways try to capture the enemy instead of killing them. When He asked him why he said "I don''t want to kill someone just because I don''t understand them" Bison thought that was the stupidest thing he ever heard, didn''t that defeat the whole purpose of fighting in the war. We kill those we don''t know and don''t understand the bad guys, it works for both sides of the war it was something everyone agreed on. There were meeting kept in the morning to explain those things, it were canceled Bison understood, why would you explain anything to people who don''t asks any questions. "You know Adam you''re a really good solider and a great person for saving so many of them so don''t beat yourself up too much" "Yeah I saved a person but what about the other who die behind my back" Adam said with a smile. "We don''t have the sufficient amount of guns and ammunition. It''s snowing, the enemy clothes are whites and ours are the color of dog shit" said Major Tanner moving his eyes to look at all the different solders with various heights, faces and genders, in his eyes they were all the same. "All of them drop dead at this moment, how would you feel" He look at Mr Dick. "About the same as I feel about the people who just died" "Well ain''t all fucked" Ruckus sat on a chair playing with a bullet remembering the last conversation he had with his wife Mary, you tend to do a lot more remembering when death is near. "Why do we have to send him to mad house he''s just a child you know, he will just overreact with every little thing even wanting to kill at first sight" He continues reassuring her "We just need to tell him what to do" Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings."Ruckus it''s just therapy and I think it will be good for him" "Good for him my ass" "Didn''t he remind you of someone" she said frowning at him . "Something will come to me when the time is right" "You said that yesterday" "Well now isn''t the right time" He said while moving towards her to give a hug "Well make it the right time, war is caused due to the government failures and we shouldn''t die for it" "I know we will get through it" he reassured her holding tighter in his arms "You know something funny happened" she smiled at him "I saw a naked girl on his phone and he said it was an advertisement, it''s the internet doing internet things but I knew" "Well it could be, it''s that time in his life after all, I hope he has good taste just like his father" "Which one of them" she laughed at him continuing "I can''t wait to see the lucky girl and if he does any stupid things I''m telling her" "Please don''t give me more stuff to look forward to" Ruckus kept it to himself since he was in such a great mood. Ruckus stopped playing with the bullet "Mary will think of something she always does" Mr Dick sat on a chair remembering his time family, he couldn''t recall anything since he spent all his time working so he can spent more time with them. "Just a little more and I will be out I swear" He kissed a picture of his wife and kids then a thought that came one too many invaded his mind "What if I die by then" a wave of emotion came over him like a storm, he was exhausted. "I wish I had spent more time with them" he sigh "If I did that I would have something to remember" He tried to remember anything from his parent but his father was a asshole, he hated his name. "I should have been with him more at least I would have some memories to laugh at" There were times when Dick and his mother were watching a movie and he would be passing by then stop midway walking, standing up to watch the entire movie then suddenly take out his clothes to go bath. Moe didn''t understand why Mr Dick was doing all of that work since they all were going to dead anyways. Waves There is not right or wrong in Poetry, for the world is so big there is truth in everything. "It''s a great pleasure to have you all today at bar 69 to have a good time before we go into the war. You know I think if we really want to die some parts of our organs would just shut down, go to sleep and never waking up again. But we didn''t we are still here and for a reason. We will find that reason, preferably once the war is finish'' Leaning back and forth, rocking side to side. The birds were singing, the sea was playing smooth jazz. ''What''s wrong with your mother?'' ''You been married to her for more than 10 year and you haven''t found out?'' said Moe ''Well'' Kai said followed by a sigh ''That what make it so interesting'' he smile at her, patting her on the back. ''Don''t be mad at the shark when it''s eating us, we came looking for the shark. The shark didn''t come looking for us'' he said looking straight in her eyes as if he is talking to her soul.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ''What is wrong with you?'' her father all ways said the most absurd things, well everyone in the family does she has been with them all her life and herself. The sea started to playing heavy metal, the waves clashing with each out screaming, Moe never liked screaming so her father wraps his arms around them swinging froward and backwards on a swing that they would always play on. Kai was always tired of his wife and daughter fighting and arguing with each out, not that they would came to hate another since they already did but they do it so passionately like it''s a fight of the decades in ages to come they would be looking back at it laughing at all of it with a smile he hoped. When they tried to bring him into it to take either of their side he was just say they were both to blame resulting in a cohesion that would go off on him like fireworks. He wouldn''t retaliate though his storm was coming he would never let them get wet. Rocking back and forth on the chair Moe thoughts were like a fleet of birds and forever moving like the ocean. Bison has been living in the world the world for some years but he wasn''t impress from what he saw so far, yes some great things have truly been created. All they were are somethings to enjoy while passing time waiting to die. The Hills ''It bring me great joy knowing everyone will die one day'' Bison thought. ''Though they shine so bright, their doom is near''. Death reigns supreme! ''Why do people listen to successful people advice? Do you believe that shit? Like they would love to have more competition'' Bison continued ''It''s bullshit you know'' ''I love the color red. It''s like I woke up obsessed with it'' Moe didn''t know why she put up with such a character like Bison, despite how handsome he was she couldn''t stand him anymore. interestingly she stayed, a conversation with someone who knew they were going to die soon is always worth having. ''They love watching violence movies and every entertainment that is except when you put it in their face then they will be nauseated and will rebut it, those hypocrite. They are all clowns you know'' ''Clowns are not so bad just men in different clothes'' ''Yeah, just women with different make up'' ''I went up the Hills to make movies but it wasn''t very giving. When I hit a wall I didn''t even want to break them down you know I was just tired. It wasn''t giving at all'' ''I tried to do everything right, just to do everything wrong'' Looking at Moe a women that is a even a better soldier than him used to make him feel sick with himself. He knew why it made him feel sick which made him hated himself. Whenever Bison had a strong urge to hate an idea he didn''t know why, only by recalling that his parents, people, movies and songs that said the same thing influencing and brainwashing him to. So He tried to think with his own mind but everything did that for him, he started to question what is his mind then he wondered if even have his own mind. If the thoughts you are looking for is already at your feet why would you go looking for another? on the contrary if what you are looking for is already there why would you go looking for another?Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Sometime ago someone decided how a certain type of people should live and everyone went with it. It was a every puzzling thing for Bison nevertheless that how it was, well that what the winners wrote. ''Life is living, feeling the same emotions over and over, finding different ways to feel them'' ''I love the food here, the people living in the North really know how to cook'' ''Go to war my ass'' Bison exploded remembering his conversation with Major Tanner. ''I was in the first war you know'' beckon Major Tanner. ''What if I just want to enjoy life?'' ''Just work harder'' ''For something I''m working so hard for I''m sure not enjoying it'' ''It''s your duty'' Bison drank more and more trying to fill a bottom less pit, looking around to go anything stupid actions that would give him great memories to live with. Thinking since I''m going to die anyways it better to put my life on the line, he didn''t........... he didn''t do anything . Bison didn''t see a bright future in his way if he died in the war he would just die and if he survives he would just be saying was in the war every 5 minutes. ''Overthinking like that will only bring you closer to death'' Moe always have two options, to do or not to do both in the end doesn''t matter despite that she always do. She thought people are already living in a prison going to make another one inside to live in then they wondering why they want to kill themselves. ''You think so much but in the end what do you have to show for it? Just a bunch of empty thoughts and regrets'' Moe loves doing and she loves going with the flow. Your Love You hated yourself 50% and Your Love hate you another 50% Now that''s 100% congratulation ,that''s good because that what school teaches you, another place that hate you and your parents but we will leave that for another time you probably know how useless you are already You hate yourself and your love hates you just a little less and you think that''s good enough, It isn''t This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.You love them so you change to become more like them but they hated themselves now they hate you, they leave You got yourself a love that not like you because you hate yourself, you leave, seem you don''t love anyone Looks like Your Love just thought up something better to say in the last argument you all just had before, so now they are trying to argue again to say it Leave Your Love now! But you wouldn''t leave, you love punishing yourself. Better ''When will I get out of this prison?'' ''This isn''t prison. You''re mistaken, prison is something you can escape from'' ''What is the The Factory going to give me in return for my life'' ''An attitude'' ''Like I don''t have enough of that already'' Noah thought looking across the room at a woman. ''But she is worth it'' . Noah sat down on a wooden chair with the burst of cheers, a volley of basic element human emotions raiding his eyes, ears and skin. They were singing and drinking, nothing better than dying for ambitions of old men who spend their last remaining time in their life making worse for everyone else. Noah looked around the room thinking while his eyes stopping on a handsome young man who smile when he did and moved when he did. ''So this is the clothes I am going to die in'' What a bizarre thought, almost as crazy like the thought he had when he found out his ex-girlfriend was cheating on him. I gave everything in the relationship the money, time and mind, she didn''t gave anything I should have been doing the cheating. All that was lost wasn''t really anything, he had his ultimate playback he broke up with her fast, not fast enough but at the last second he gave her a payless smile and walked away into the sunset ,it was a shame it was raining from his eye that day. Although his memory is disfigured unregainable mess he still could make out her black and pale skin but that was different from the current one ,a pale ghost would arrive with her mechanism and her way of going about life with the tiniest of details.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ''Rose'' he said, a thousands times if he had too before he knew her he was only into his studies and the library. Oh how unromantic the world is realizing old men ran it. They was statues in the bar representing North ,South ,West and East some were in better conditions from the others. Looking at his friend that weren''t suppose to be his friends in the first place, before meeting them he swear to himself to be quiet and unlikable as possible, it never worked that way he kept getting swept away with their tempo, rhythm, notes and tones making joking, telling stories which would make them like him more resulting in him getting invited. It was a major character flaw. A photo of a beauty woman was on his phone he gave it a like. That was all it was like that took a second to do, a glimpse that all it deserved. The women wasn''t anything that would make him add ,remove and rearrange anything in his life like what he would do for Rose. Someone when he open his eyes and close he would see. Desire may have been on the boat but it will never be the captain just a sailor, it was a boat that was going into the storm, all they had was each other. It wasn''t all sweet thoughts anxiety was talking to him, he didn''t listen because it was lying, it brought up some great points though. There are always two thoughts in a relationship, when will the other find someone better and when will the other will find someone better than you the time for them to come rushing in for an extravagance entrance basically became non-existent it, they just there at the door step with every relationship you will go into. Due to the internet it became so, it wasn''t about those questions anymore it wasn''t about how fast anymore. Patience is the only thing that matter now, patience if they will wait for you to grow and be better. The north make some good food a shame the media only wants to show the bad and ugly, everyone are too close to the world that it can become dark. The media can make light of only a little, it''s flashlight not like the sun that will show off everything, it would be a shame if that flashlight has an agenda. Storm There is a storm coming and I have no idea how to prepare for it The sun goes up and down The sky isn''t always blue But it will be It sunny It rainy Neither of those always happens There are others When in doubt Take advice from the Earth.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ''What a nice poem'' thought Noah All the building are burning near them piles of dead bodies lies, with the soldiers and civilians walking by. Eyes up and down, neither of them look around there is nothing to see for it was all a common sight. Don''t worry, there is no need to. The sky is still blue. New Beginning They were some shirts on the ground, pants on the table and dust every where but who the fuck knows where those come from like seriously it wasn''t a fucking wooden house it was make up of mainly bricks which just for argument sake yes one could say that bricks was make up of dust despite that the brick was made to keep the dust together not apart which means someone isn''t doing they job right. A good waste of tax money and the person time, yes you can say it wasn''t a waste because that person got payed that''s true but was it really worth it to give up a amount of time for a job just making bricks and shitty fucking bricks as well? no It wasn''t . As a wise man said to me "if there is money to be made there is time to be spent"(I hope those are the right there or it''s they? I don''t know, too lazy to look it up) now some of you will say that saying goes in the wrong order well thank you (thumbs up), I said the same nevertheless when I said that to the wise man, he showed me a picture. The picture consists of a private plane and some luxury cars in front of it with a man rather ugly with a rich suit and an airport behind, I pointed out these things first because those are the only stuffs I notice in the picture not the workers loading the planes with luggage and workers in the airport they were as small as the ants. I only saw the riches, my eyes are only trained to look for riches now. It really is poetic and depressing that our time is spent on such lifeless things, we feel bad just for a moment then just look around and just continue, that''s a character flaw by the way don''t you worry you are not alone everyone has it despite that I will do the sin of the reminding you every once in a while. Now where was I again. There was her make up all over the bed, everything just came together to make the room look like. "Shit I''m late" Moe whimpered. Moe was pretty? now I said that with an uncertainty because I don''t know what is "pretty" I have a character flaw that once I know what is the truth of something the truth is only what I can see, behind all the sugar coating and falsehood I will only see that, the truth. What a terrible way to live and a horrible person to tell stories (oh how unromantic the world is), under the hood of a person regardless of how their skin and muscles are structured to keep them easy on the eyes of others are only bone, blood and flesh. These things are only what I see and the most real about people that will stay relatively the same not like outer appearance that will dramatically change once we are older and they mood that will change ever so often. Now where was I. Moe quickly got up from her warm, soft and flurry bed. Beds one of the only thing that will give us comfort in life and will welcome us in open arms hugging whether we are good or bad. I love my bed. I hate my life. There is a difference. She went sneaking about the house like in one of those spy movies (or book? I don''t really know I don''t read much). Why is she sneaking and hiding in her own home? although many have led you to believe that at home people are to be most comfortable that is rarely the case. That wasn''t the case here either, first this wasn''t her home it was her parents, for her once she became 18 (or was she 20? well she didn''t have any back problems yet so who cares) there was a difference and the truth was her mother the snooping bitch as she would say (bless her soul), caught her watching porn. The normal porn thank god not the ones she usually watches if the was the case she would be on the streets by now.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Ducking and hiding to avoid meeting her parent for meeting them would only create an awkward situation. Moe was now out in the streets that didn''t take long didn''t it. The Sun was shiny, ants marching in unity to fight against other ants over some grass, don''t worry not like you care about them at least you pretended to (I hope so), it''s just your cousin is going to do it too or you. Now whatever makes you uncomfortable some part of you lie in it so we shouldn''t be disgusted and ignore right away and try to throw those thoughts away, the truth is the thoughts don''t ever leave although from what you are led to believe the brain never forgets, even noticing you have forgotten something tells you it''s still there somewhere. They just go at the back of the head piling up, getting so big that they will go to the front where they will override and control the brain. We should confront them and come to an understanding, the difference between a human and an animal is that we humans have control of our desire and if anyone let their desire and urges control them they should be put down like an animal. And the grass was green how I wish I had prettier words with that I wouldn''t have been single for so long. I am not really a likable person am I. Moe really needed a new apartment to live in, her old one before she went back to her parents had a landlord that was a dictator in practice. The neighborhood is awake when you are awake and sleep once you sleep, whenever there was anything discourse or bad feelings you can feel them in your bones it had a strong sense of unity. The neighborhood is as real as it gets (whatever that means) unlike that city with fake plants , fake clothes, fake people and fake palm trees. The gold, silver and copper were real, real all around. The city never expires, it will forever be fresh. All this time writing and the only things that happened are that Moe has just woke up and went outside, talk about terrible pacing right. She was going to the shop by the way. I''m an easily distractible person like those goons or small time bad guys in a action movie ( or book? sorry I still haven''t read much). We all know we shouldn''t feel anything for the goons because they only exist to make the main characters look good, which means in return of that the goons are relatable to us. At some point in our lives we all felt our only existence is to make another look good ( Why can''t you be more like?) also the goons favorite color was black, mine too. Don''t fret over something so simple, we are all in this together. There You know when I found out they are over billions of people in the world and for every person that dies about more than thousands are born, so ever since that I never really feel any emotion once anyone dies. Sorry how I am talking about such things even though we just met despite that you even know more me about than my father (he was an asshole) in his whole life. Yes you might say I have be more grateful because he never left mother and I, like ok? The thing is just like eating when you''re hungry taking care of your child is a necessary of life. For fuck sake even thousands of years ago caveman (who didn''t know what the hell was going on) were doing it. So congratulations he was a human? You don''t just bring a child into world for nothing, if you were bring That up calling me ungrateful, it tells more about you than you telling about me. That one guy was right with every sane man would want to kill their father, always been a dream of mine but I don''t know where the fuck he was going with that wanting to fuck my mother. Probably he was insane. I remember I had this thought at the hospital while crying over my dead grandmother (God bless her) walking down the hallway I came across the room where they put all the babies in, then it struck me then I told the poor little ones "Welcome to hell". Everyone should know there is no luck in life just repetition and if people who start wars actually fight in the wars there would be a lot less wars, you just have to be in the right environment or place, have the right genes, have the right personality and have the right people around you so life would be more giving. I''m not the only one with this same predicament of the amount of people they are in the world, there was also a girl called Rose. She is "pretty" that depends on who answered, she was looking at a black spot on the bar table. There were one chair, two chairs , a chair where you sit in, a chair that feels kind of hard, my descriptions may leave much to be desires but I''m not sorry, I don''t care. It may seem different from what the critics (most are rather ugly if you ask me) have led you to believe but another person''s work doesn''t only exist to serve you, they are there to make money.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. They are enough money, fame and attention for everyone (you''re just not looking in the right places) there is no need to be jealous all you need is patience. Don''t be jealous of anyone though it may not seem like it they too have shitty live, they have them too, just know how to hide your misery better than the rest that is the key for happiness in life. Life would be so much better if we can focus on one thing at a time. I am not a poet, I am a writer. If you didn''t know the difference don''t worried I was explain it''s not like I''m busy I have time I wouldn''t die (that I know of until the next second) and I also have have enough words. A poet puts the world in a surreal and absurd state where a writer put it in a more logical one, so where I am certain the reader "you" (because who knows if anyone is reading this) who have must living all this time must know what the fuck a chair looks like and is . I came here to have fun not a place to be judged like in the relationship between father and son. The beauty of words through life come from me saying ''I was over there, just a bit there, a lot more there and now I''m here''. They were even more chairs in the bar well enough to let everyone sit down but they wasn''t sitting just standing up drinking. Like why do they so that? does that make them drunk faster since gravity will be more into play at that position or does the drink taste better? Know what I don''t care it isn''t any of my business. You like books? Name all the classics. Now where was I. Rose Bottle It brings me no pleasure (it does, just a little) in saying most of our lives have been destined for misery from the start. From birth being caged and growing in the wrong environment is a curse and being locked in the prison that is the body, your consciousness can never dream of escaping is hell on earth. Only so much a shark can do on land. Perhaps the reason why humans have such a magnificent and flexible thought processing machine (because it never stops unless there is no power) such as the brain is to run away from all the scary things like death and we are not supposed to be here in the first place. Joying whatever or anything has a semblance of escapism is within all of us ( whether it''s truly something to be enjoyed or just used to pass time), a need. I''m just to give a helping hand to any one listening or reading. Handle one problem at a time the real ones and stop making up more to deal with because you are bored (to be honest I am probably saying these stuff more to me than you) which would make to talking to myself. Probably I am insane. I went fishing alone far away at sea on a small boat where I can only see the water dark blue almost becoming purple with ghostly gazes as if it was staring back at me but it was only my reflection. Hearing the melodies of the waves and bird, visitors came and say hello then swimming away to their own life to live, having a close relationship to nature was made the world so much clearer because I was seeing everything in its single simply elements, life was so easy. The less variables the better even knowing out there was the most unknown place on the planet and most lifeforms wanted a bite of me (I have a slight feeling of merriment knowing I was finally needed), it was still more relaxing than living in a human society. Being nowhere out on the sea with my conscious and prison fighting against each out for more than five months without catching anything, I didn''t give up then right after I caught one. A fish worth of my love and respect then the line burst. I still didn''t give up. Acceptance should be the final stage of dealing with any miracle or tragedy before we move on (if we ever do) . Even though it was written "life is living, feeling the same emotions over and over until you become numb" now that has some truth in it as everything does despite that feeling something as special as emotion can only be done now, not the past or in the future only in the present. This continuous cycle will make living forever feeling fresh and familiar but always new. "Life is living feeling the same emotions over and over but find different ways to feel them ". The beauty of the world is someone on one side is having the best time for their life in the morning and on the other side someone is at their worst. Both of them can be at their best and worst at the same time. I for one can never take time serious because it''s its both too slow and fast . I can look back at the five months of fishing nothing with a smile and back at a test that took a hour to complete to get my life with cold frown. I went in school for five years to do my job in five minutes and asking for a price which is more than what I payed for school. I don''t really have anything to talk about and write (thus why I''m even barely can be called a writer).Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. Rose was still looking at the black spot on the bar table, she hated the spot, despises it even, it was just out of place not adding anything of value to the table (or even the conservation) except someone would say it gives off an artistic feeling due to how different it is from the other tables but all of that is just bullshit to cover their laziness of not cleaning the stain. She looked around her surroundings to make use of covering the stain, her beer bottle was near so she used it. It wasn''t any much good to her any ways because she didn''t was anything but herself control her thoughts and action, especially something coming out of such an ugly thing as a beer bottle. Some will say it is a waste, she should have give it to one else even someone less fortunate like a homeless person, she did pass an homeless person they were just in front of the bar (which the place they reside didn''t really do much to help their case they were selling) it''s great she didn''t help the person although It may seem harsh she rather do nothing than help. She didn''t want anything on her mind like what will the person eat, sleep and live the next day. This notion is a series of helping and helping until you have nothing to give. no one wants that responsibility, being selfish is an essential of living life especially if you wanna enjoy it. The longer I live the more I think how can the wrongs be so right? The fluid from the bottle wasn''t much used covering the stain, she used her brown nail polish to cover it just a touch. It did the job good enough, the table was as it was before the stain. Brand new, that was the problem, she knew the table still had a black stain, it ruin everything. She thought so what if the table didn''t have the stain anymore, the stain was still there at some point, her ex boyfriend was still bad. Rose had a character flaw ( according to The Factory) knew the world was too gigantic in size, height and width to stay on one this thing, she wasn''t a tree she can move and grow somewhere elsewhere. She heard they were some handsome men in the North so she went there and found her new boyfriend Noah. Background noises consisting cheers and tears of people to their family members, friends and significant other, the mood of the bar switches like higher-ups in war realizing they are on the losing side. The pure genius of a society is confining everyone of it''s members in a mindset that this is the only place that exist for you although there are another places, you don''t belong there. The location might change but the people are the same. Rose wore smile it''s not like she didn''t care about her boyfriend going to the war potentially dying. The sky is falling perhaps that''s why we have roofs. She thought wars come and go that''s all, if you want anymore thoughts and commentary about them go ask a bird for them. She and I also some other found it interesting that kingdoms of the past with their all their might and kings with all their power became in the present only as strong as dirt and the ones who try to find art in people and the world remain strong as pillars in all their might and glory even though they remain so because a hellish place like school teach and force them on to other, they were still awe inspiring. Rose grabbed the beer bottle with an immense force to shatter it across the table, lifting it up and down then she saw her reflection in the bottle so she put it down on the table and fixed her makeup. Words brings an precise insight of someone''s life, sorry I don''t want someone seeing so far into mine.