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...AND THE HERO, with all odds against him, triumphantly charged "No no no, this won’t work at all" the young writer mumbles to himself, stroking his brow in frustration, his wight appearance exaggerated by the artificial white light casting strange shadows over his tired face.  He continues under his breath "People don’t care for heroes anymore.” Ripping with a practiced motion the page from his tattered note book, he pauses for a moment and takes one last glance at it. He regards the broken sentences on the page describing the so called great feats of the incomplete hero with the same look a disappointed father gives his son. “Not good enough”, he mumbles again before crumpling the page and tossing it to the side. The lumped page bounces off stacks of cardboard boxes filled to the brim with unpacked books. The writer knows he should be working, but his mind, as tired as it is, could only focus on finishing his story. “Why?” A faint whisp
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...AND THE HERO, with all odds against him, triumphantly walked "No no no, this wont work at all" the young writer mumbles to himself, stroking his brow in frustration, his wight appearance exaggerated by the artificial white lights casting strange shadows over his tired face.  He continued under his breath "People don’t care for heroes anymore."; ripping with a practiced motion the page from his tattered note book, he paused for a moment and took one last glance at it. He regarded the broken sentences on page describing the so called great feats of the incomplete hero with the same look a disappointed father gives his son. “Not good enough” he mumble again before crumpling the page and tossing it to the side. The lumped page bouncing off  stacks of cardboard boxes filled to the brim with unpacked books. Our young writer knows he should be working, but his mind, as tired as it is, could only focus on writing.  He took one quick glance
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“What happened…Why can’t I move?” I try to open my eyes but they feel too heavy, I can’t open them. I can tell I’m face down on drenched dirt, no, something’s not right… it’s not the ground that’s wet it’s me but wet with what? I try to take a deep gulp of air but I stop mid action coughing. “Fucking damn it! It hurts” I cursed, though it came out as a barely audible hoarse whisper. Now the coppery scent hit me, blood, though that would explain why the ground is wet. Wonder if it’s my blood.
 Everything feels kind of faded, actually numbed would be more appropriate.  I try to think back, to remember what happened but all I can see is this, this little girl? We’re both sitting down and she seems to be smiling but why? Is it with me?  “I know her, she is, ahh God damn it! My head!” I silently screamed to deaf ears. A headache came in the more I try to re
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Sadly, I'm only human
Sadly, I'm only human
I have regrets
I have dreams
I have been hurt
I have screamed
Sadly, I'm only human
I have laughed
I have cried
I have loved
I have lost
Gratefully, I'm only human
I, Am, Alive
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" urg hmm  damn, my head, uh where the heck am I?"  It was kind of dark, but from what I could tell, everything looked old and the air had a strong musty odor. The walls where made out of worn out bricks and there were large metal things sticking out from them.  Some of them looked like if they were about to fall apart some of them already had.  A number of them were awkwardly stacked on the corner of the room, with what looked like metal nuts and bolts of all shape and sizes.  But unlike the rest of the place they didn't seem to be covered with green moss or rust.  "Are those… machines, they look new and so… strange"
  I left out a coarse moan as I tried to push myself into a sitting position, the sheets that were covering me fell as I sat up when I notice that all of my clothes where missing and replaced with bandages and bloody cloths.  In that moment I saw something move from the corner of my
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Well, it definitely has been a while...

 To make a long story short, I finished college and now im being overwhelmed by new found free time and the harsh reality of adulthood. All of which has started waking up an old desire to write that in the past i decided to cram it into the deepest darkest parts of the back of my mind. As it turns out, it was a bad decision and i really, REALLY regret it.

 So I started to write again and what better place to post my clumsy entry to the creative world than by deviant art!

But for real, I have no idea what im doing so any feedback could pontentailly save my ass.
 
  • Listening to: silence
  • Reading: My drafts /homework
  • Eating: soda
  • Drinking: pizza

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Ricky Gxxxxxxx
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Ill update this later since i dont really feel like it right now.
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