The thousand stories mark

I've been reading a certain story involving a boy and a wolf. Seemed cool.
Makes me remember one of the things I wanted to do, write more. Simple as that. Guess I can do it since sleeping seems to be out of question. One freaking hour lying at bed with eyes closed, unfair.

Maybe we can get to a thousand stories, huh?

This one story is about a girl who liked snow globes. Those little glass spheres with liquid inside and smal pieces that resemble snow when you move it around. I suppose everyone here knows it, am I right?
So, we had this girl, who had a collection of snow globes. She had dozens of them, from simple snow globes of some tourist attraction, to big ones with much decoration outside of the globe itself. Some were even electric, you had to power it on in order to see the snow falling effect.
She was very proud of her collection, she even got some from places where there is absolutely no snow, areas with temperatures never going under 30 degrees celsius. Some even had snowflakes that shined, didn't even dare trying to resemble snow. She didn't like those very much, but still, they were snow globes. And every corner of the earth should have one for her.
In fact, sometimes it felt like the whole point of travelling was to have an opportunity of buying a new snow globe. Some of her friends had already told her that, she denied it. Sure, she loved 'em, but to think it had gone to that point, well that was a bit too much. She loved every single country she had been.
Or at least that's what she said to herself.
One very special night, before a trip to a volcano, she didn't get to sleep. She wondered about whether they would have one snow globe for her. It would be pretty unique, wouldn't it? Maybe a simple sphere with a small volcano in it, perhaps with the same flashy pieces you found in not so snowy snow globes.
She eventually got to sleep, with a smile on her face. Wondering.
The dark volcano, looking so ominous. It even had some sort of smoke coming out of its mouth. Funny, perhaps they used paper for that? Looked pretty, very well done indeed. She had to shake it. What if the snowflakes were also very well done? Why not? She had to!
It shaked, but nothing happened, no beautiful, nor ugly, snowflake came up. None. She felt strange, they had to fly! They had to fall! This just, wasn't right, you know?
Once again, it shaked.
"I hear something..."
What? She thought she heard someone saying that, very weakly. Far, far away. Once again, nothing flew, nothing fell. Just the same old high quality volcano, and the strange smoke coming out of it. If you paid enough attention, well, had she paid enought attention, she would notice that kind of effect can't be done with mere papers.
She felt angry, let down. This wasn't a snow globe, who cared if it had been so carefully crafted? It was nothing. NOTHING!
That last thought came a nervous shaking, a mix of hatred and disappointment.
Suddenly, screams. As loud as if dozens of people screamed right at her ears. She got scared, it was all too sudden and too scary. Their voices in terror, screaming as loud as they could for it seemed nothing else was there to be done. She got petrified.
But the snow globe remained there, it should have fallen to the floor, shattered maybe. Her heart pounded furiously. Unconsciously, a tear came from her left eye. She felt like screaming also, but she couldn't. Had she lost her voice?
She stared at the snow globe, it seemed even better now, in terms of quality. It had these little grains walking around, and you could see there were some houses close to the foot of the volcano. Grains...?
Those were people.
People running around in no visible pattern, holding to what they could. The volcano had now some yellowish and reddish animations in its smoke. She couldn't understand. Was it some kind of high technology snow globe? Activated, somehow, when you shaked it? She stared closer and closer, but it was just too strange.
Her heart jumped. She could clearly see those people now, the children crying, the parents scared. The weak ones being left behind, trampled. The vision set her in despair, she tried to scream "Stop!", and unwillingly shaked the globe once again. A small piece of reddish material went out of the volcano, like finally it worked as it was supposed to. She even forgot the screams, the little red snowflake flew. Dancing to her eyes, as a fairy that attracts a child by its magical movement. Flying, flying, falling, falling. Light as it could be, being moved by air itself. Nothing else. Falling, falling...
Burning.
It landed at the leg of an old man who screamed in pain. In a moment, there was a grotesque hole with blood, bones and flesh. A cauterization that sent chills down her spine.
Tears now rolled through her cheeks. What was going on?! Some of the people inside the globe stared above, as if they could see her. Some with angry faces, but mostly, with sad, suffering faces. Until one baby cried and all the faces turned fiendish, strange smiles melting their faces, sharp teeth. A howling from above...
They started growling, in a demented harmony that paralyzed her for a few seconds. She just wanted it all to go away, away. Some screamed at her, she could identify some voices, some words. They hated her. They said they would get her, they would torture her, they would kill her. They would burn her, and then burn the wounds.
GO AWAY!
She finally had the power to scream. And as she screamed, a million snowflakes got out of the volcano. Their atrocious chant became louder, and louder she screamed. The globe shaked, was it because of her or not, we'll probably never know. But not much longer, they all burned. It was all down to ashes and pieces of what was once people.
She once again cried, gulping sometimes. It looked horrible. Doesn't matter how much her eyes stared at the glass, it was over. She closed her eyes.
Two fiery hands involved her head, pressing against her eyes.
A loud scream. The night was back, the trip was tomorrow. She sat on the bed, touching the floor with both feet, sweating.


Did she crumble?
Crumble?
Yeah, as in, suddenly her back got crushed and her upper half fell downwards...
Hm... I don't think so, why do you ask that?
I just pictured it happening.
Well, I pictured something happening involving a volcano, what if, huh?
Nah, she dying out of nowhere would be nicer!
Haha, it's time to sleep kid.
But, but, I want more! Where did you find that story?
In my head. We all have stories in our heads, we just need to connect the dots.
Is there a final thought? I mean, some message this story should give us?
Hm... let me see... maybe...
?
Let's say the message is "be careful of what you wish".
Hmm...
What you say?
Could have been something with more impact!
Haha, maybe, maybe. Now, bed!

Maybe if we collect stories, it gets easier to handle the wait.
I promised to do my best. Can't go back, nor do I want it.
Good night.

Chains

O que eu acho engraçado, é que você se força a ficar sempre na miséria, eu não sei porque. Eu não entendo o que se passa na sua cabeça. Sinceramente.
Mesmo barco então. Também não entendo, apesar de mais de uma década tentando quebrar cada nova barreira que era colocada entre eu e meu suposto objetivo. Chega um ponto em que você começa a se perguntar se realmente tem um objetivo, ou se é só uma razão pra não ficar parado.
E... não há resposta, certo?
Perfeitamente.
É engraçado você gostar que as pessoas se preocupem com você, e ao mesmo tempo querer que ninguém se preocupe. É como se...
Como se...?
Você não soubesse o que você realmente gosta. Ou talvez não importa o que aconteça, você vê o lado ruim da coisa. Não me leve a mal, eu ainda sei que você tenta ver o lado bom das coisas, PROS OUTROS. E isso me incomoda.
Então quando se preocupam comigo, eu estou sendo uma criança problemática que não sabe cuidar de si mesma. E quando não se preocupam...
Você se sente sozinho, como um animal num matadouro.
Oh.
Oh, digo eu.
Então, quer que eu comece a pedir desculpas pras pessoas? Toda vez que eu pedir opiniões sem ter a intenção de mudar de ideia?
Não, não creio que seja isso que vá realmente mudar as coisas. Embora se eles se sentirem mal por você fazer isso, pode ser um começo.
O que eu faço então?
Faça o seu melhor. Acha que é legal pra eles assistir você repetindo a mesma merda vez após vez e caindo de joelhos? Pelo amor a sei lá o que você tenha amor, não caia dessa vez. Se decidir ir até o fim, vá até o fim fazendo o que é o certo. Já é difícil o suficiente sobreviver por aqui sem terceiros minando a sua cabeça.


Chains.
Which one do you choose, master?

While I gaze at the stars

Hello.
Hello, boy.
...
...
Well, I suppose you know why am I here.
Hm... do YOU know why you are here?
Eh...
As I thought — and as those words left his mouth a complacent smile showed on his face.


—Don't get any closer, he needs that space.
—But, he seems blue.
—We all seem blue, and that's what it is now.
The shadow of the night took over the place. It was night after all, and the only lights as far as the eyes could see (from this room and any other room with a window in the house), were the street lights. Beautiful, anyway. He stood there at the living room, watching through the big window. The group of shadows that could barely be seen watched. Some in statical position, as if they witnessed a unique moment in history. Others impatiently moving, annoyed by not knowing what would happen. Eyes worried. Eyes wearing the shade of fear. Solemn eyes.
The creatures waited. And as one of the wise ones noticed, the boy looked at the stars. They were there, somehow, visible to human eyes.
—Hello darkness, my old friend...
Those who walked, stopped. It was the first time he spoke since he woke up that strange night.
—...I've come to talk with you again...
The tall figure, focused his eyes where the man looked. All the small stars, shining above. He knew what were those words. He knew the song.
Those who did not recognize the song at first looked at each other, in the hope of finding answers. A big four-legged creature silently wailed. It felt the sadness in the air, it felt the sadness of its master. That moment lasted for a incredibly fast eternity.
—Can't we do anything?
—We are already doing.
—What are we doing here? Watching as he crumbles in confusion?!
—We wait for orders. If I have to tell you what to do when someone needs some time to think, then you're better out for now. He took Daven to the portal. We protected him during the flight, during the travel. Strange things happened, things that weren't predicted. We did act by force where it was due. Now we wait, we plan, we follow master.
—Daven should be here.
—But he ain't. He was supposed to go somewhere else, maybe he is there, somewhere in the stars. Who knows.
—I don't believe in this thing of stars watching over us.
—When did I say you believed? The one who watches the stars now is him, not you. What matters is what he believes, or what he feels.
Even though they spoke in whispers, these last words were followed by a sigh that could be heard across the room. Right after it, a shameful silence, worried about disturbing he who watched the stars.
—Fools said I, you do now know, silence like a cancer grows...
Some sat at the sofa. Staring at the floor. None dared disturb, for even though confusion and a strange shadow of what would come next haunted them, there was still hope. "It does feel a bit frustrating, being able to destroy everything would be easier than having to rethink everything, yet again. But I guess this was the best way", those words echoed in the mind of a large, chain-wielding creature, whose lidless gray eyes could inarguably be spoken of as the most fixed at their master. Albeit the agressive look, the gaze showed compassion.
And the song came to an end.
The hulky four-legged minion crossed the silence, slowly. The others kept behind, watching. It stood at the left of its master, in a sleeping position, yet aware.
—What if he can't come back of this state? What if we stay in here forever?
Those words attracted two of the most anger ridden eyes that ever existed. It could be said, that for a short moment, a small part of the room got illuminated by a fiery red light. Clumsily, the two went away from the living room, a hand pressing furiously against an arm.
—What's the problem of staying here forever?
—We need to do something.
—THEN YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN, that we waited an eternity for master to come. And that master is human, so for him there is no ''forever'' in waiting terms.
A deep breath.
—Not only that, YOU ALSO FORGOT THAT WE'RE HERE FOR HIM, AND YOU ALSO FORGOT, THAT HE DEPENDS ON US, AS WE DEPEND ON HIM. And all that happened before. And entering the gates of hell, as one. I suppose you don't understand the importance of our mission, is that so?
—I just, don't quite u-understand.
—We help him, he helps us. What is the problem with that? What is the matter with you?
—I don't like this, what if he decides for the wrong path?
—Then we will go through the wrong path, and the end, we'll see what path shall we take. And we may end in the wrong place again. We may miss a holy thousand times. If that's what it takes, then we'll have it. You should have known better.
—I see...
Silence and darkness. A hundred eyes. A dozen stars.
—I think I'm sleepy again.
Loyalty nodded.


Are we shot dead this time? I can hear the noise and the confusion outside my head. I can feel the steps bombarding the ground, screams so distant it seems like a song held back.
I'm lying on the ground, stupid. Wondering what comes next. I see her face, also there, by my side, on the ground. She seems happy, somehow, as if her wounds don't affect her. I don't understand. Anything. Yet she smiles at me, in a shy way. I can hear what she says, but I can get the words accordingly. I should rise. A soft hand touches my cheek. She's still there, always there.
...
I don't understand.


Full steam ahead.

Where will lies

With the usage of epic music and a few characters in mind.
We are back.
Let not despair triumph in our realm. For it is ours. And only, ours.

Robo did not mourn forever being thrashed by those of his kind. Instead, he moved forward and even got new friends. They even defeated Lavos and saved the world.
They say we are better than machines, for we can feel and they can't. I don't think this serves in this case. We aren't machines, we can't be machines, but we can still follow the path of one of the best machines that ever set a foot on this world.

I really want to write stories once again.

Brace to face

That's how the world ends, with envy, hatred, greed and misery. I knew it all along, I just...
Close your eyes, pretend it's a sacrifice charge toward the future of the ones you care for. The car will hit another car, and then it's over. Just close and believe.
Brace to face, kid. The laughter of the crowds as your pieces fall apart. Crumble to the reality you cannot withstand. All powers align.

They must be crying "I am satan". But I remember the guy with the knives in the table, he said he was the devil as he had fun with that knife, and pointing it at me while showing his real face!
What a coincidence. I guess all the devils joined our club tonight.
He he heh...

For all odds, we are alone now.
And alone we go, ahead, and back, and back.
Fear no evil for loneliness shall be the root of all evil.
All that is us shall not be harmful.
As we cross the valleys of insanity, no hope shall be brought.
Or there born, for hope is born from the weakness of belief.
Belief of company, which is the throne of lies.
Thou shall not hate those who appear of appearances.
And whose images bring thoughts through the eyes.
For that is the key to confusion, let them pass and live as they should.
If in sadness you lose your ground, close your eyes.
And always avoid to look around.

There. Is. No. Magic.

12 Stranded Street

The perfect birthday gift?
I dunno. I could just say "show up".

I'll refrain from saying bad things about August 12. I don't hate it, it's just a hyped anxiety mixed with sadness and disappointment.

Can we pretend we are in the world?

London Bridge is going down, going down...

Engraçado ter tudo e não ter nada, né?
Talvez o choque dessa viagem sirva para abrir os olhos.
Não adianta ficar sobre a ponte olhando as luzes e confabulando abismos, nesse quesito estamos sozinhos. E eu não sei como enfrentar a incapacidade de socialização. Nem sei quais lutas são para serem lutadas sem ajuda externa. Não vamos pular da ponte, seja por medo ou por achar essa uma ação de idiotas.


É engraçado. Happiness only real when shared.
Só temos as luzes que vemos sozinhos.
Será que chorar ajuda? Como compartilhamos? Como eu faço? Como conseguir companhia? Eles vêem o que eu vejo? Como eu faço pra ser que nem eles? Me ensina a dançar? Me ensina a aproveitar as explosões e as luzes enquanto todos aproveitam? Me ensina a explodir e parar de implodir? Segura a minha mão enquanto vemos as luzes?
Parece bobeira. Talvez tudo pareça quando nada tem muita validade.
E tudo no final se torna destruir.


Foi pra isso que eu nasci então?