Awakening: Prodigy - Chapter 2 - Part IAwakening: Prodigy - Chapter 2 - Part I by AstralDaamon
Chapter 2 Part I
It was almost noon on one of the hottest Saturday's that William could remember in his fifteen years. He pounded on the attic door with the impatience of a hungry teenager, bellowing: "Lunch is going to be ready in 5 minutes!"
He waited to hear signs of life from beyond the door, but heard nothing. He peered into the darkened room. The attic had been converted into a third bedroom, specifically for his father's summer student. Short of the summertime stuffiness that came with being on a higher floor, the room was much larger and nicer than his own.
It had recently been refurbished with a polished hardwood floor and the walls had been painted shaded of lilac and white to give it a feminine touch. Overlooking the room was a single large window which suggested that the former homeowners had always intended to use this space as something other than storage. The window had a charming little reading nook that doubled as a storage space for extra blankets for the colder winte
Awakening: Prodigy - Chapter 3 - Part VIIAwakening: Prodigy - Chapter 3 - Part VII by AstralDaamon
His world shook. Realizing that the source of the quake was coming from the real world, he jolted awake, eyes wide with panic. Seth clung to his seat. An older man stood over him. He had deep brown eyes and tufts of neatly combed, graying hair. He was clean shaven and sported a pair of spectacles, it did little to disguise the deep scars set across his face. Seth noted the white hat tucked under the man's arm before he saw that he was wearing a matching military dress uniform, complete with gloves, though it was clear that his left hand lacked three of his fingers. Two rows of medals hung over the man's heart, none of which Seth could recognize for any particular feat. He had never taken an interest in such things.
"I apologize for the wait," the officer told him. The words came across as a formality. It wouldn't have matter if he had been waiting a few minutes or a few hours, the officer would have said the same line in his empty greeting. "This way."
Seth followed the officer, debati
InternetI don’t know what I’m doing but I finally get it.Internet by DylanSeto
All the fake stuff I did for a better sound
I’m better now but I won’t be happy until I do all,
That’s why I’m writing instead of going out.
Pull back on the wordplay, there’s no scripts in life
That’s why most of us fail but I wanna set sail.
And for them to tell my tale when dead & I’m rotting
I’m not ganna live forever, or even make it to fifty.
What’s fifty grand to a motherfucker like me? Motivation.
Take a step back, Dylan, you don’t need that.
Put your soul in the clouds and make a connection
To the world ‘cause we need that. With the internet,
It’s all likes and favorites, all forgettable.
How many y’all will remember this shit?
Sober I want to stay soberSober by DylanSeto
But every time I stare
At the empty bottles you left
Me, it becomes harder to resist
FireI never prayed,Fire by DylanSeto
that was Grandma's thing.
I never knew God,
My pops was the same.
The cross around his neck
Is catching dust and forgotten dreams.
Our campfire had a sweet scent to it,
A certain comfort that you couldn't explain.
I threw our photographs into it.
I let them hug each other and burn away like phoenixes.
I'm too damn afraid
Of our boat flipping again,
And gazing down to the heavens.
I could hide your reflection
Behind magic cloaks
But our face is the same.
It burns me,
But there's a certain beauty
In rising from the ashes.