The waiter slid the tall Styrofoam cup onto the counter in exchange for the shining coins I had tossed there at the first sight of the drink. I quickly snatched up the tasty morsel with greedy hands. No sugar, no cream, just straight black goodness. Glad to give away the largest chunk of my life savings just to taste this delectable treat. The unique, robust depth of flavor that is capable of pleasing any coffee drinker. Some cannot handle such an astounding beverage, which could take many years to even drink, let alone master. The one and only Black Coffee.

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They come over us, Bellowing in monstrous voices. They hide away the sun in an attempt to caution us of the imminent peril, but it is a warning that we all ignore. We are blissfully unaware of the blanketed skies foretelling the worst to come. We go about our normal days, turning our backs on them. While all along they are crying out above us all, trying to tell us all of the sky’s evil plan. And then they sky takes vengeance on us, and the horrible beast is unleashed from the sky, just as the dark clouds had warned.

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It’s such a beautiful disaster we find ourselves in. When we have to face it all, the years of lying, sinning, and living ‘the life’. And all for what? A dance with death. The spinning and twirling of silhouetted figures, mangling the reality of what is and what isn’t. They disguise the fine line between truth or lies, love or heartbreak, life… or death. They mask it all, they make death a masquerade. A place where no one will ever know who you are until you tell them, until you let them know just exactly what path you have chosen.

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I constantly find myself falling, unable to muster enough of myself to get back up again. Broken, like a doll that has fallen from a shelf; cracked and splintered into shards of useless porcelain. Always feeling so fragile that it seems the slightest touch will shatter everything. Hopeless dreams scattered away into little glimmers of dust so small, so trivial they begin to mean nothing at all. I have fallen from any sort of pride that I could have stood on. I have lost all significance. I am broken. And like a doll, shall soon be cast away and forgotten.

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“They sail deep into the water, mad are they all. Mad as the currents resting beneath the stillness of the surface. Though lovers shall be lost and there is little left to gain, they shall sail the seas once more in hopes of riches. Then darkness shall surround them and those who wish to tame the ocean will be devoured to the raging depths of hell and carried away. We are but servants to the water… our lives are on its whim. Do not anger it for it hath vicious fury and shall smite those who wish to conquer it.”

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My blanket.

My safety.

My thin protection from the rest of the world.

When closed doors aren’t enough to lock out the sounds of screams, the soft fuzz from my old blue blanket smothers the sound before it reaches my ears.

When my dad decided to move away, my fat blanket was hugged in his place and kept the monsters away.

When my mom dropped me off and never came back, I still had my thick blanket to protect me from the rain.

When I jumped from house to house with strangers ‘loving’ me like my parents hadn’t, my blanket stayed the same and became my best friend.

When I was left alone again, my blanket stayed there and has always been.

My blanket

My safety.

My blanket has protected me from the world, when nothing else would.

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I hate those damn lotus flowers. With their pink kissed petals that arched gently inwards draped in an enchanting way around the soft yellow center. Floating delicately on the water amongst the lily pads, putting all else to shame. I just hate them. I hate them and their splendor. And how they are the ultimate perfection of what a flower should be. While there are the rest of us, dull ugly flowers. Left to fail in comparison to the stunning lotus. I envy them… with every fiber of my hideous being. I hope they end up picked by baby humans.