Prisoner of My MindBEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Ugh... Another day... Now to shower (shave, shampoo and then soap), dress (bra, deodorant, blow nose, panties, pants, socks, shoes, clean ears, brush teeth, put on make-up, put on shirt, and then brush hair).All ready! Lights all out? Check, check, check.... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Gotta check again... Check, check, check... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... It's good, Alyssa, it's good! No, no.... I have to check again... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Okay, I'm going t
A Dream Almost Real Ch. 5Ch. 5Under AttackHe jumped off his horse and dashed into the throne room frantically yelling, “Akuma’s army is coming fast! Hurry! We have to get ready for them!”The Pharaoh’s army ran and grouped together and galloped out of the palace on their steeds.Atemu’s priest turned to him, “Pharaoh, it isn’t safe here.”Atemu argued, “I know, but I can fight!”Priestess Isis said gently, “Please Pharaoh, if you are captured, Egypt will fall! As long as you’re alive, we still have hope.”Atemu sighed, “All right…”Mana ran up to Atemu holding a bundle, “Pr
WastelandThere were echoing screams of pain and hunger. The land was impoverished. The land had not produced any food for many years. We were cursed, yet we had done nothing to deserve this. We cannot die. We can only wonder around the land that treats us like was have done heinous crimes. All our bodies emaciated, wishing we could exterminate this hunger, this loneliness. As I lie in my pit of endless wish of death, I cry, a small pool of sorrow digging underneath me. We all were juxtaposed, all thin and all in such pain. We do not believe in being suave. What's the point? We're all suffering and are unable to fill any void with courtesy. The Ang
A Dream Almost Real Ch. 7Ch. 7Must Escape!It wasn’t a long journey from Egypt to Akuma’s palace; it took about a day through deserted rounds surrounded by burning houses.The soldiers and guards tossed their prisonders into the dungeon as instructed. The dungeon was about sixty feet high and thirty feet wide. Torches lit the large room. As soon as Atemu was brought in, he looked around, trying to find a way of escape and devise a plan.The doors were closed and shut tightly. People began to yell and pound at the walls and doors. It was very cramped in the room.Over the next several days, no one was given food or drink. Young children’s bodies l
Trying Not to DieTrying not to die, Even though I want to commit suicide.Trying not to die, Even if my heart does not lie.Trying not to die,Though, my mind wants to die.My broken heart,My shattered soul.When will I wake up?No one will know.I grab the dagger,And pierce through my chest.I lay on the ground,Finally at rest.
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