I pull out my journal and jotted down a poem that came to my mind. It goes like this:
When the night is dark and cold, we will roam quietly.
Standing in alleyways, watching strangers pass by silently.
These men wear various disguises.
Masking their face with the faces of monsters we fear.
A mask that will keep them hidden from subjection and society.
Their clothes colorful, or perhaps dark and tattered.
No matter the disguise, we only see the outer shell of their intuitions.
The fruits in their heads are ripe upon the biased tree.
Their mind a one-way, no-stopping street with only their own car.
They do not allow new stop signs or intersections here.
They do the same things, at the same time, every day.
Foreign movements are tracked and punished severely.
They will always walk down this dark street at midnight.
They will always be tempted to look at us in passing.
So here we stand, to stay for decades and millenniums.
Never to move, but to watch the strangers go by.
Not to talk to them, and to provoke a fight.
Forever entitled to watch these monsters go by from this dark alleyway.
The lampposts gleaming and cutting into the never-ending blackness.
The cobblestone street glittering with small, rain-slicked stones.
The light drizzle of raindrops sprinkling our heads and arms.
All of this happens...
In The Night Filled With Strangers.
I review it a couple times for spelling errors or no flow between lines. After a couple of minutes, I put on my headphones and listen to music while writing my new book.
I don't know how much time goes by, but I startle to reality when hands are placed on my shoulders. I jump and whip around to see Tyler standing there. I take off my headphones, and he blushes.
"Sorry Winter, but I knocked and you didn't answer."
I shrug it off. "I don't mind. So, what did you need?"
Although Tyler seems distracted by something. "Who gave you that box of chocolates?"
I frown. "I thought it was you..."
"No."
"Then now I'm slightly concerned."
"Even I can't get into your locked apartment."
I frown and go to the kitchen. The cubby that I was hiding my amulet in is open and empty.
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Atheism
Ficțiune generalăA girl by the name of Winter is the only atheist in a city full of Christians. With the new religion laws in effect, she has to hide her true beliefs. She looks normal from first glance, but if you get to know her, she's very different from what you...
