mindlessbabbling

[mindlessbabbling]

"Bestfriend"

Thats what he calls me. His "#1, can't replace, best friend forever". 

Just this morning, he sent an "i love you", tells me "I can't lose you".

Yet just like a switch he acts as if I'm nothing. He gives cold shoulders and angry looks, sends a "don't text me in the morning" text…

He won't explain what I've done to make him act this way,, as if I'm to know what minor thing i did this time set him off. 

I'm "oh so precious" to him, yet he abuses me; abuses my heart, for forgiving and coming back, 

For giving him chance after chance cause he wants "nothing but the best for my bff". 

Abuses my emotions, cause I can't express them without setting him off,

Without having to tiptoe and conceal, all while encouraging him to do the opposite. 

For his "best friend" he tells me niche. Nothing. Nada. "You know me the best" he says all while I feel as though I'm entirely the dark.

 "I wont ever leave you": a promise made long ago that feels like nothing more than a fucking chain.

 Hope that he'll get better keeps me tied, despite knowing down deep it gets worse every time.

 "I don't want to get between you and (x), im here to support you" he says, while proceeding to ignore me, hurt me, act like I am not allowed to acknowledge him in place of another. 

"No one is as important as you" are words said once with so much heart, yet now repeated as a plea. 

"You can do what you want you know" he says, all while acting entitled to my feelings, my actions, my heart.

As if he is the only one I'm to pay attention to; as if I only exist for him. 

"I'm here for you through thick and thin. I'm never leaving" are the words that tied me to this fate, cursing me in hindsight.

Words I never once heard from him. 

Words causing the fear of one day waking up and I wasn't there to help, and he's gone, and it's all my fault. 

Knowledge that he hurts himself has me knowing he won't be able to handle me leaving, and yet there's nothing I can really do anyhow. He's destruction in the form of something lovely.

 He knows the control he has upon me, the manipulation he claims not to use.

 "I'm not like that. I will NEVER be that person."

"You're my victim best friend :)".

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Treasure Trap

A curious child,

An international trip,

An irresponsible guide,

An opportunity to slip

Into the depths of a dungeon

Where a chest is supposedly kept.

Many cells; so difficult to know

In which a prisoner has never slept.

It is here one will find the treasure

Much to many's delight.

Those who dare search for it, however,

Are not all that bright.

This is a chest unlike any other;

It contains portal to a place unknown.

Full of magical beasts and beings,

And where no mortal ever grows.

A land where all worries can be forgotten,

A place to party 'til dawn,

A world in which the breeze whispers:

No one will miss you while you're gone.

Despite the beauty of this world,

Eventually one wants to go back.

When they voice this wish out loud,

The creatures will attack.

Iridescent pearl-like daggers

Replace their perfect teeth,

The beautiful masks disappear

Revealing monsters underneath.

No one ever saw it coming,

Hence they don't return.

That's why the child sought the trunk;

He wanted to see it burned.

Too many loved ones he has lost

To this cursed chest.

His goal is to destroy it,

To put his mind at rest.

When he set eyes upon the item,

Revenge was to blame.

He wanted to be absolutely sure

Nothing would remain.

He produced from in his pockets

A lighter and a smoke mask.

He wants to be completely certain

He finished his task.

He directly set the chest on fire,

Releasing blue-green flames.

As he watched the chest burning,

He recited a list of names.

A list of all those lost:

Lost to the land's temptations,

Lost in a world with no problems,

Lost to their frustrations.

As the chest continued burning,

Ear-splitting screams joined the fire's crackling.

Screams of the monsters from within,

Screams that set him off cackling.

Laughing like a madman at the green-gold flames,

Laughing, for now they all are paying.

Paying the price for the lives they took,

For all the people that had been praying-

Praying and begging to be spared,

Begging and fighting to stay alive.

Now the creatures are all dying,

So no one else shall be deprived.

Now the boy's work was done,

And he could be at ease.

No one else will be tempted,

That he could guarantee. 

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[Prompt: You recieved a letter in the mail, claiming you have won tickets to an event. Where are you going?]

I opened the envelope, and there were two tickets to…….

The Fear Zone.

My heart began to race as my brain fully registered what I had in my hand. This was one situation I was not ready for; a situation I had been dreading since the day the Fear Zone was brought to the attention of the public.

The Fear Zone is a game show that pushes you to your wit’s end. The government actually runs the program, and many people speculate that it is a form of population control. When one, or more, is selected, they cannot back out. I have never heard of such happening, either because no one has, or they never lived to tell their tale. Within a day or two, you are rushed to an unknown facility, where you are kept in isolation for another day before you actually participate in the “game”.

The objective of the “game” is to make it out alive. One is placed in a simulator that generates their worst fears. It starts with the least dangerous, and as you progress through the levels, they get more terrifying and dangerous. The amount of levels depend on the number of fears you have, and if you manage to make it through all of the levels, you win the game. Then you are left with a large fortune and you get to live happily ever after. The thing is, only two people have ever survived.

If one does not die right there in the game, they make it out without a fraction of their sanity left. They are not considered victors, for you must keep your sanity to win, and they are escorted to a mental facility where they spend the rest of their days. However, there were the two exceptions: a gentleman around the age of fifty, who claimed to have no fears worth dying of, and a girl around the age of ten, who had feared only one thing. This one, however, happened to be too gruesome for the public and it never aired.

No one ever wishes to receive a ticket, let alone two or more. When you receive extra tickets, you are expected to select (x) amount of people to join you. If you do not, it is rumoured that not only will you be executed, but those closest to you will be as well. So imagine my horror when I revealed the two tickets.

Shaking, I retreated to my room to think about my options. I did not want to participate in this show, nor did I want anyone I cared about to as well. I thought about maybe selecting one of my classmates, one I truly didn’t care for, but sending them with me would be such a heartless act. Now I was down to only two options: play by the rules or don’t play at all.

I bounced between the consequences of each, and neither of them were desirable. Do I run away and risk my immediate death along with my relatives and friends, or do I risk only two of our lives? There is a chance of survival, but am I willing to take that risk? Am I willing to force someone else to take that risk?

I barely slept that night, trying to think of some way I could get out of this and keep those I love safe. I finally decided there was no possible way to avoid the show, and I should just go willingly.

That left me with one final decision: Who to choose?

Caine, my best friend? My sister, Lana? Or maybe my grandmother, who is already on the verge of death? How about Kiran, the kid I despised most in my class? Who was I going to choose to suffer along with me? It took a day for me to figure it out, and during that time I realized an important fact: It doesn’t have to be somebody I personally know. Once I realized that, my choice was simple and I just had to wait for my escorts.

   

The escorts, a man and a woman, showed up two days after I received the tickets. They both seemed to appear out of nowhere on my doorstep, wearing the plastic smiles of a game show host. When they noticed I was the only person in my house, seeing as I sent my family out, their smiles dropped immediately. They demanded to know where the other contestant was, and I simply smiled and assured them he was more-than-likely already at the facility. Although the escorts were wary, they herded me to the car and we took off.

I want to say that when I arrived at The Fear Zone, everything went exactly as I had planned. However, if I did tell you that, I would be lying. When I entered the building, the very first thing the workers did was search me for weapons and such, which I hadn’t thought of. Then they demanded to know where the other participant was, and I told them he was already here, hopefully. After a few moments of confused silence, I revealed exactly who I had chosen: Kory Michaels, creator of The Fear Zone.

This, of course, threw up many problems, but in the end he entered the game. There were no rules against choosing any employee of The Fear Zone, including the creator himself. People tried to argue against it, but in the end Kory decided to go through it. He was the gamemaker after all, so he should surely survive, right?

That was not the case. He didn’t survive the second level, where he died by the hands of all his former contestants. Everyone was surprised, and I almost didn’t have to go through the game myself. However, to distract everyone from the flaw in their game, the other employers shoved me into the simulator.

The game hadn’t been as bad as I had thought it was going to be. I easily passed the first level, where I was locked in a dark room alone for an hour or so. Of course it terrified me for a few minutes, but then I began to remind myself that it could be worse and calmed myself. On stage two, I spent what felt like ages in the middle of a mall aisle, my feet glued to the floor as others bumped into me as they passed. This was because of my fear of strangers, and I eventually made a mental game of it by imagining them dressed in ridiculous outfits.

The third stage was the one I failed. I had been kayaking alone, without a life jacket, and the kayak tipped as I went over a rough patch in the river. I ended up hitting my head against a rock, knocking me out and ultimately causing me to drown. If I had only thought a little quicker…..

After Kory’s episode, The Fear Zone was shut down. The government feared that other contestants would try to choose other employees or political leaders, and they immediately called it quits. It’s a shame so many people had to suffer such an awful thing for so long before someone finally outsmarted the system. Anyways, that’s my “tragic” death story. What about you?

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A vast field, spotted white

with the little tents

of vendors and campers alike,

Their vibrantly colored signs

and sparkly wares set in the sun

to capture the attention of passerbys.

Burning hot sandy paths

and coarse, sharp grass

are nothing to bare feet

as one runs around freely,

little care given to their surroundings.

The scent of fryers in the kitchen tents,

of smoke from fireplaces,

of flowery soaps and worn leathers,

of the dusty dirt and grand pines

All mixed together and carried

on the faint breeze,

giving one a sense of peace.

Gunshots and cannons,

chatty groups of people

and laughing children,

thumps of knives and axes on wood,

and the banging of metal on metal

Create a unique melody,

heard only if you listen carefully.

The familiar faces of long time friends,

seen but only once a year

is all the more reason one

waits in anticipation

to escape to this place,

cut off from the busy cities

and the problems of the world.

It is a place to relax and visit,

to share stories around the fires,

to run wild around the grounds

and cause mayhem.

The campers are your family,

And the camp is your home.

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Last night I lived

A memory so sweet, yet

I was left with such sadness.

It was filled with a warmth

That only comes from being

In the company of the one you love.

Your laugh, so evilly sweet,

Rings loud and clear as

You continue to fluster me.

I remember the feel 

Of my face pressed into

Your neck to hide embarrassment.

Your arms enveloped me,

Apologetic and warm,

And whispers of the words

I crave to hear

Brushed against my ear,

Promising everything.

When I woke,

I could still feel everything,

As if it just happened.

I could feel the heat 

of flustered embarrassment

Caused by your taunts of love.

Even now, I feel where

Your touch, so soft and gentle,

Lingers, teasingly offering more.

Yet, as the drowsiness disappeared,

The crushing weight of 

Realization settled.

This memory, treasured 

more than one may ever know, 

Felt deep within the heart;

A memory of yearning

And gentle passion,

Was never a memory to begin with.

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Vacation Troubles

“Dude, we are not asking the dragon for directions!”

“Aw, c’mon Kirn, why not?!”

“Dorian, the last time I let you ask someone for directions, we ended up sinking Atlantis!”

“That wasn’t all my fault!”

“We wouldn’t have ended up there if you had just let me ask! But nooooo, you swore you could speak Nereid, and YOU are the one who mistook “Atlantis” as “Athens”!”

“So, my recollection of their language wasn’t as good as I had thought. We still had a good time!”

“We spent the next 300 years in hiding from them and the Greeks! If you consider that “fun”, you need to go to a mental institute!”

“Oh, don’t be so mean, Kir. You know you had fun.”

“It doesn’t matter anyways, Dori. We are not asking a sleeping dragon in the middle of the woods. I want to have a nice, relaxing vacation without the near-death activities. No crazy adventures, no possible destruction of entire empires- nothing! I am not doing this again!”

“Well, you can sit here and use that tattered old map of yours then. I’m going to go ask it.”

“DORIAN! WAIT!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“See! I told you it wouldn’t be that bad! We even got some things to trade in the market!”

“Dorian, you nearly DIED! How can you say that wasn’t all that bad?!”

“I didn’t die; therefore, it wasn’t all that bad.”

“Your thought process concerns me. You're lucky I followed you, otherwise you’d’ve been lunch! What was even going through your head when you walked up and booped the dragon, which happened to actually be a DRAKON, on the nose?!”

“Is that a rhetorical question or-”

“DORIAN!”

“Alright, no need to shout…..sheesh. Anyways, it doesn’t matter. At least I got directions!”

“Wait, really? How?”

“Ah, one of the drakon’s last meals happened to have a map. It’s an updated version too, so you can get rid of that old thing of yours.”

“No way! This is an antique!”

“Dude, it’s nearly a thousand years old. It’s totally not accurate anymore.”

“It’s two thousand years old, thank you, and limited edition too! It has the entire Greek Empire on it! Also, I had it signed personally by the mapmaker!”

“Kir, all of the maps back then were signed.”

“It’s actually back now, but whatever. I’m not getting rid of it. It’s the only one left. All the rest were burned.”

“Hm, I wonder why…”

“Don’t get snarky with me. Let’s just get going before we run into more trouble. Which way?”

“South. You got the compass?”

“No...I thought you had it.”

“Nope. I gave it to you last.”

“Oh….well….I think it may be back in 2010.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“….I wish I was. Did you happen to see a compass back there?”

“Nope. I think the drakon ate it.”

“Today is going to be a very, very long day.”

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“Oh, finally! There’s a village!”

“See Kir, I told you we were going the right way!”

“Well excuse me for doubting you! You were using MOSS as a compass!”

“Kirn, moss grows on the northern side of trees. Literally everyone knows this!”

“You know what: Fight me! Let’s just get down there. We’ve spent a week in these woods. One more day, and we’d’ve been dryads.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic! You’re not special enough for that. You would have probably become something more basic, like a fern.”

“Hey!”

~~~~~~~~~

“Hello! Excuse me- Oh, alright; thanks anyways!”

“Dori, that’s the 17th person you’ve tried to ask for help. How about you take a break so we can figure everything out?”

“No! Someone’s bound to- Oh, hey! Pardon- No? Oh okay, have a nice day!”

“You do know they are Italian, right? You’re speaking English.…..Can you even speak Italian?”

“Uhm……no?”

“What do you mean “no”?! You were the one in charge of learning the Latin-based languages! What did you learn over all these years?!”

“Well, I can speak Russian, Chinese, Korean, Dragon not Drakon, Indonesian, English obviously, Gryffic, a little Dwarvish and Nereid….Ooh, and Spanish!”

“Dorian! I was supposed to learn the Asian languages!”

“Well, Gryffic is a bit like Chinese and Dragon is like Indonesian, so I just learned those too. I thought I could just get by with Spanish, since they look the same.”

“You dolt! Why are we even vacationing here if neither one of us can speak the language?!”

“Because I thought you’d want to see Pompeii’s eruption! I know how much you like your tragic historical events!”

“......You are soooooooo lucky I want to see that, otherwise you’d be dead.”

“Immortals can’t kill other immortals, remember? Also, you love me and you know it.”

“Sure Dori, keep telling yourself that. Anyways, how about we try again, huh? I don’t want to miss the eruption!”

“Well, it’d probably be a bad time to tell you that I got the time period wrong again, wouldn’t it?”

“Hm??”

“Nothing! Just trying to remember something! Continue on!”

~~~~End~~~~

Ok so this is a dialogue story I wrote in my 11th grade creative writing class, and I've always liked it, but I was told this "Wasn't even disney channel worthy; they can come up with something better than plain bickering.". We had to write strictly dialogue, but I'm thinking of maybe changing it up and adding actual action?? I'm not sure, but for now have this. If you can't tell, Dorian and Kirn are immortal timetravellers who are just trying to have a good vacation but they're both Chaotic Idiots(tm) and it never works out.

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Sometimes my brain does that thing where it just offers up the most used word/action in place of the actual thing i meant to and often i get ridiculous results such as:

Attempting to put in my locker combo as the microwave time

"I hate marshmallows in my eggs" as I pick out mushrooms

[mindlessbabbling]

Rivers

Strong, intelligent currents

Running constantly;

Some move slowly taking time

To get past barriers and enjoy

The things around them,

Others move quickly

Knocking away the obstacles

without a care

And changing their surroundings

To better fit them.

Unused to being restrained,

They do everything in their power

To escape;

Finding loopholes

And cracks in the blockage,

They wear away and break through,

Continuing on their set course.

Not always do they stay on this set course,

Choosing to blaze new paths

And discover new courses.

They can stop short, becoming dead ends,

Or they go on and join up with others,

Creating something more unique.

Each is beautiful in their own way,

Whether they are large and deep,

Or small and shallow.

Not always do they appeal

to everyone, but there is always someone

Who finds beauty in their differences.

Eventually they all join in one place,

Yet, they don't just end here;

They continue on to new places

Reborn to build and destroy

and never truly resting.

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It's so adorable when someone is listening to music and they silently sing the lyrics with so much passion, or they accidentally start singing aloud because they are just so into their music, but then they realize what they're doing and suddenly stop 'cuz they're embarrassed....like, no, go ahead and continue! It's ok! It's so adorable!