This is the cover to this documentary I am in progress of filming.
Slamming shut a composition note book, Max tossed it gently onto his government-recycled desk before hauling himself out of his cracked-leather bound chair. The desk light flickered erratically before it shut off. Striking 6:00am his alarm clock produced loud static in which busted through speakers just before an elder gentleman's voice slithered through exclaiming:
"Rise and shine Seattle! It's a beautiful but wet day out with overcast and a ninety-nine percent chance of precipitation...."
Walking through his living room, Max slid his foot into clothing spread throughout the room, shoveling them over to create a clean walk-way over to his 1970's designed bathroom. With a quiet squeal, his faucet gauge labeled "H" turned to the right, and a stream of mystified water shot into the light green colored sink, covered in steam.
Holding onto both sides of the sink, Max peered into the steam, taking a deep breath. Opening his eyes he tilted his head to see into the mirror before him. Noticing red stripes of eyeliner-like flesh wrapped around his under-lash just below his blood shot eyes. His pupils began to gradually shrink as he peered into them. Fog built up, casting the mirror into a blurry cocoon. Max rinsed his face thoroughly with a half-gone soap bar colored just as his sink.
Patting his face dry with the hand towel limp next to him he then peered through the bathroom window, directly across form his elder neighbor in building CZ29.
Harvey Henderson- had to be older than eighty, he sat by himself every morning at his kitchen table with out a flinch. More people figured he was dead than not.
Max left his bathroom to start sifting through his clean laundry from the dirty, pulling a red tie with underwear to match. Swinging open the closet door filled with nameless and meaning-less junk, he slid hangers both to the left and right to settle on a pair of black slacks with a leather belt. "White, gray, blue or black?" he thought, marketing his decision, he slid the grey button-up dress shirt off it's hanger. Dropping his choosing of the day onto his unmade bed, he then proceeded to the bathroom.
Shoving the shower curtain to the right, he bent over to gauge the water temperature, with a glance down, he noticed two daddy long legs scattering to the other side of the tub. With automatic guilt, he was taken by this. Immediately running water from his hand to create a wave, forcing the two arachnids to tremble into a spiral that instantly sucked them down into the drain.
"And I'm suppose to be the hero...?"
He thought. Cowardly, he stepped into the bathtub and tilted his head toward the never-ending spray of forgiveness.
A story I started a while back called "The Rabbit".
A psychological-based thriller/drama.
Mild description: Max, a detective in the Seattle area, suffers from insomnia which leads him to have created and may even be existing in an alternate reality.
Will he ever catch himself?
Faithless FlameAs a fire does burn
Deep into the night
Away the flames fly
In a fearless flight
The flames burn strong
Of light and heat
Glowing with life
Yet dead in defeat
Feeding on a log
Taunt and tame
A lifeless soul
A faithless flame
I look into the flame
I see what appears to be
The past of a dream
The meaning of me
I look at the coals
A glowing sensation
looking at my past
Of tainted temptation
The flames are dying
As the night grows old
I see the flames suffering
As I feel around me the cold
I close my eyes once more
Feeling again of shame
What has died away in front of me
Is the faithless flame
I face the cold once more
No warmth, no light
I continue to walk south and east
Facing the fearless flight
Roam into cold and dark
Fight through your vain
Stay on the narrow path
And avoid the faithless flame
This Heart Of MineThis Heart Of Mine
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
In hell I found there was a way
To eat the flesh eternally
Of virgins with a smile so bright
The sun's ashamed on her high ride
When darkness falls this feeling grows
A mighty heart's always in love
So take away this heart of mine
That in the end the dark will shine.