MirrorCover [2009-11-18 03:37:22 +0000 UTC]

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XBriarXRoseX [2009-08-23 23:13:38 +0000 UTC]

Hello...

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MirrorCover [2009-08-23 01:16:41 +0000 UTC]

This is sad....but maybe someday...

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XBriarXRoseX [2008-06-25 23:38:51 +0000 UTC]

MIA!!!!! Guess who! Oh, well of course you wouldn't know.... It's Taylor! here to haunt you!!!!

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xXRainbowPopXx [2008-05-17 01:54:18 +0000 UTC]

MIA MIA! I MISSES YOU!

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Eylam [2007-10-28 16:28:32 +0000 UTC]

Long time no seen, how are you?

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-07-29 08:48:44 +0000 UTC]

Hey again!

Guess what? I know a little bit more about you now!

I sort of smiled when I saw that our birthdays were only 2 days apart. I'd opt for a joint-party...but then I remembered you're all the way over there in the States.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-28 12:16:24 +0000 UTC]

Beware my evil circles of round circle ball sphere thingies!!

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-28 12:15:42 +0000 UTC]

*Gets up from the floor and flies out of Mexico

*you wait there for several hours

*i come back with cooly-cyborg arms...with built-in spoons of doom

MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-28 12:09:54 +0000 UTC]

YOU STALKER PERSON!! Listen everyone! Kara is a stalker person! How else would she know my real name??

Unless I told her, but I don't remember. So me and my bad memory have accused you as a stalker-person!

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-25 03:24:29 +0000 UTC]

I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!!!

COMMENT WAR!!!

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Eylam [2007-06-24 23:00:15 +0000 UTC]

Need help clearing this page? let's converse on something with lot's of replys

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:55:30 +0000 UTC]

The man suddenly stopped. The two executioners halted as well, waiting to see if he would ask for anything like David had mentioned. They had entered a clearing in the wilderness. Silence ensued. No request was breathed. He appeared to be deep in thought. The two had no idea what to do; should they shoot him now? Or should they wait until he actually asks them to? This was the most discomfiting execution they had ever made.

Breaking their chain of thought, the man turned around to face his executioners. His eyes were deep and his face was emotionless. He slowly pulled off his hood, revealing ominously silver hair. The executioners became ill at ease. This man couldn’t have been any older then thirty, but his hair looked that of wizened men. He then knelt down on both knees, almost ceremoniously. He spoke in a voice slightly more audible than a whisper: "Shoot me in the chest. Then let me die alone."

The two were mystified. He wanted a slow demise - to get shot in the lungs and either bleed to death or drown in his own blood alone in the middle of the woods. Such a merciless request wouldn't even come from David himself, let alone the one being executed. The executioners hesitated for a moment, oddly feeling sorry for the man. What sin could he have committed devastating enough for him to ask for such a thing?

This man was waiting. He asked for it and the boss had ordered them to grant any of his requests. One of the executioners nodded to the other and a gun was unsheathed. It happened with a numbness that ignored time. All that was left for the man was to wait... The gun was carefully aimed at his chest at point-blank. The executioner didn't want to miss, rather, he sympathized with the man and dutifully tried to accomplish the task given to him properly - the least he could do for him.

A silent click rang and a gunshot echoed through the forest, cutting the silence like a murderous thunder. Birds fluttered out the leaves, shadows of trees shook, wind swept by. In a second, everything was silent again, as if nothing had happened...

The man was still kneeling upright, a hint of crimson evident in his black cloak. But his face remained emotionless, gazing upward into the night. Quickly and almost purely out of respect, the executioners left, only looking back once they had already left the clearing.

Back in the clearing, the man continued to gaze up into the heavens. It was such a beautiful night. The absence of the stars radiated the edges of that beautiful moon...

At last he could depart; at last he could achieve closure. He’d finally be put to rest...

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:55:15 +0000 UTC]

SILVER MIDNIGHT
PROLOGUE - DEATH

Midnight - the starless heavens were asleep. Thus, it was a dark night; all except for the moon that loomed far overhead, gently blessing earth with a breath of light. It brought about a transient peace that night, a sense of peace that could have been better appreciated by someone who wasn't about to be executed.

As silhouettes of trees grazed the deep night, the moon paved light before three figures traversing the woods, one leading the other two. Their paces were calm and quiet, and harbored an eerie serenity that seemed to span the entire forest. Light that sliced through the gaps in the leaves quivered. The walk continued on, oblivious to the time. Willowing in the dark were strange images - hallucinations produced by a tattered mind. Seeping out of the shadows between the trees was seemingly the substance of dreams and nightmares. It was an ethereal moment that stretched on and on, only broken once in a while by rustling leaves and crunching twigs.

The two men behind followed the other in an awkward silence, thinking the same things. This man in front of them knew of his own upcoming execution, but he possessed no signs of fear. He did not struggle to escape. He didn’t even seem daunted. In fact, this man that led them through the forest had an almost dignified composure. There was practically no sense in killing him. He looked as if he would’ve taken his own life if they didn’t.

David's orders were clear; "Take him to the forest." Even the words 'kill him' needn't have been said. They would have regularly carried out the order. But he had strangely asked them to do one more thing: "Grant him any last requests - even survival." It was a mysterious command. It sounded like the man had asked to be executed and David preferred otherwise, giving the command as a desperate act of compassion, as if the execution was a mere arrangement that he and this man had both agreed upon.

A twig cracked under their feet.

They remembered that this man approached the gates unaccompanied earlier that night, in a black hooded cloak that he hasn’t taken off since. He wasn't bound with duct tape or blindfolded. He came on foot and simply asked for an appointment with their boss by name. This normally didn't happen. It was a peculiar evening that grew more and more enigmatic as it progressed. When David came downstairs and saw this man, a look of shock and fear came over his face. The men had never seen him so scared of someone, not in several years. The guest was silent, only showing a quick break from his apathy the moment they met. He and David spent the next few hours in a room, seemingly in formal conversation.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:54:34 +0000 UTC]

Okay, CLIFFHANGER TIME! Let's skip over to ANOTHER story!

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:52:57 +0000 UTC]

IN AETERNUM

Chapter 4
DEMENTIA

Dementia…

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A crisp leaf fell on the palm of my hand. I could remember the way Eve’s hand had delicately done the same. It was a terribly hot noon. The trees in the yards were dying and the sun was the one killing them. I crushed the leaf in my fist and watched as I let the shards fall to the ground. Their shadows fell with them quickly, almost in a beautiful way. The police car that had dropped me off began its engine. I glanced at the driver, who was the same officer who had pulled me away from heaven. All he could do was blink at the sight of my eyes. They probably scared him too, I guess. Then he slowly drove away, crushing small pebbles beneath his tires.

A bag of packed clothes that the police station had donated lay by my feet. In my left hand was my school backpack, which now contained my few belongings that had survived the inferno in Fern Avenue. I peered at them, clutching each gracelessly.

It was in the newspaper: “House burns down, kills two.” Hilarious, isn’t it? It makes everything so simple. “House burns down, kills two.” I didn’t even bother reading the rest of the article. It’s going to be just another article in just another newspaper. In truth, I really have no intention of knowing how journalists see my tribulations. To them, my tragic misfortune is just another bonus to add to their inventory of high-earning news. They’re just after money, the pieces of paper and metal the world has grown to worship. It’s not only the journalists. The moment I woke up this morning, the first thing I caught sight of were the firemen slumped on their fire engines, asleep. And all they need to do is say “there’s nothing else we can do…”

I was still alive. Why? The world had already taken everything that ever mattered to me: My home, my family, my old life… Most importantly, the world had stolen Eve from me. Then I find out it still isn’t finished with me. It wants me to live through all this, to crawl through hell as it were. Why? What have I done to deserve all this?

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:52:18 +0000 UTC]

My heart began to race. But still, I refused to believe the obvious—the officer pulling me out of school, the cause being a concern about home, and now, this. Whatever was going on, there just had to be a different explanation…

The officer in the passenger seat leaned over and took a peek at me. I assumed he’d try to say something to comfort me. He went as far as to open his mouth, but he could say nothing. I couldn’t blame him. There really wasn’t anything comforting to say without having to lie. Immediately, I realized the situation turned out to be quite grave.

Moments later, I saw the sky. What I knew should have been a black sky glittering with stars—now seemed like something out of place, like it didn’t belong up there. And high above, was a full moon, glowing an ominous white—a horrific white. I stared at it. It was the first time I had ever paid such attention to it. Its edges were soft and fading, but its center was extremely effortless to look at. Its craters were an entirely opposite world, as they appeared to be part of the sky instead of the moon’s surface. And for some reason, it made me look down a bit, closer to the horizon. That’s when I began to see the smoke, emanating above where my house should be.

“This is Patrol Three—over,” rang a voice from the radio.

“atrol Two here, what’s the news?—over,” replied the officer in the passenger seat.

I noticed my throat was immensely dry. I swallowed, only to hurt myself.

“Firemen—they, uh—they recovered two bodies from the house—over…”

An icy shiver paralyzed me. Two bodies could only have meant one thing…

We entered the village. The roads I was once so familiar with began to confuse me. I began to think, to hope that I was entering another village—that they had gotten the wrong kid—that my house wasn’t really the one ablaze. …But it was. I was stricken to see some of my neighbors outside their houses, still dressed in their sleepwear. A couple of fire engines braced the front of our yard, and in the center of all the commotion, my house, still in a raging inferno.

When the car stopped, the driver immediately stepped out and ran to the firemen. The one in the passenger seat didn’t move. I guess he was still finding the right thing to say. Meanwhile, I was still struggling not to be overwhelmed. Questions kept popping into my head—‘what if’ questions that I already knew all the answers to: What if my parents had visitors over? What if it was the visitors’ bodies they found? What if—what if this was just some nightmare? But now I knew from experience… …that the world was all too cruel for such hopes to be fulfilled.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:51:59 +0000 UTC]

I had been teased with the sight of heaven only to fall in hell. The world was rebuking me in its own twisted manner. Love, as it were, did not prevail. A long kiss, a tight embrace—these were elements that I had been introduced eagerly to. But now, I seemed to despise that which I longed for so many times. How on earth all the tables turned, I could not decipher. All I knew was that I was denied—no, not by Eve, but by the universe.

We almost kissed, ‘tis true. We loved, ‘tis also evident. But we were stopped—I was taken, Eve was taken. We were separated. A police officer had patted my shoulder, and I had turned to look. The gaze I had with Eve was broken. The world was shattered. My embrace on her was loosened. Her concern with love was lost. The kiss was erased from existence through several events that led to demise.

“Something’s happened to your home,” was the law enforcer’s message. “You must come.”

Indeed, something has happened to my home—not the home he was referring to but to the home that he had just stolen me from. My home was Eve, and now I was lost, homeless and abandoned. I had to depart, I was forced and I was shocked. As the officer shunned me away, Eve’s hands gently slipped from mine. I couldn’t grasp her back, I couldn’t. If I could, I would’ve fought to stay. But I was, after all, only human. I had one last glimpse of her from outside the ballroom, trying to imprint the beauty of her love into my mind before it was destroyed as well. Then the doors were closed behind me and she just disappeared.

In an instant, I felt as if something had died in me, bringing me along to its grave—rotting—eating me away bit by bit. Dreams were shattered, as if I’ve only awoken now with a cold sweat. The past, I know, will return from now on to haunt me of what could’ve been. The relationship had forever been harmed.

And so, here I was being taken to what the officer had called my home. Here I was being stolen from my soul. Here I was being kidnapped by reality. There was no refuge. And the eyes that glared back from the rearview mirror reminded me so of such misfortune that should befall me—the eyes I no longer recognized as mine.

“This is Patrol Two speaking—over,” spoke the officer in the passenger seat, breaking the eerie silence.

“Go ahead Charlie,” a voice filled with static came through the radio.

“Uh, we have the kid. What’s the status report on the house?—over…”

“Not so good, I’m afraid. It’s been twenty minutes and it’s still burning. Firemen said the best they could do was keep it from spreading…”

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:51:42 +0000 UTC]

IN AETERNUM

Chapter 3
AMBIGUITY

The mind torments itself with visions of desire, desire which no man will ever know of, for it is ignorance that gives birth to desire. Men dream to live and men live to dream. It is that anomaly that defines that ‘empty space’ in our souls. We dream of what we don’t know, of what we don’t see. And then we desire it. Dreams are a point in one’s mind which we are driven to true happiness, even though understanding of that transient satisfaction is unattainable.

Our minds are locked within the boundaries of reality. But our dreams are our own realities. It is from dreams that we derive desire. But it is within the limited world that we pursue them, thus we may never find exactly what we desire. There is no solution to this for the mind works apart from consciousness. Desire is inevitably created through dreams and is impossibly hunted for in reality, and the entire world suffers from it.

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I peered out the window of the police car and watched my school gradually fade away into the darkness of the night. A line of trees obstructed my view so I faced front and peered at the rearview mirror to catch a last glimpse of the school building. But fate had denied me even that.

All I could see in the mirror were my own eyes. But something was different. My own eyes scared me. It wasn’t the same pair of eyes that looked back at me this morning, those eyes that were filled with so much hope and willingness—so much life. Now, all I could see were two black orbs that neither glistened nor moved. They were lifeless, dead eyes with chaotic intentions. I began to fear those eyes—to fear myself.

Shadows of other buildings skimmed past my face, and every time those eyes would emerge, they’d seem closer than before. I felt as if something was coming for me, and I didn’t even have the power to run away from it. I could swear it was the demon still entrenched in my soul, feeding off what life I had left. Those eyes weren’t mine—they couldn’t be. But they looked on, not flinching, not blinking.

The slicing sound of the sirens weaving in and out my ears blurred together. I began to sink into the car seat, as I recalled recent events…

Early this morning, I had a plan. Dave and I conspired together with a means to make the ball perfect. His job was to make Eve as vulnerable as possible, psychologically manipulating her to make her feel lonely and wanton. At this, I would enter and somehow attempt to make her feel complete. That was the plan—and it was pulled off successfully. Eve and I danced that night—we danced as if the world would implode the moment we stopped. And metaphorically, it did. That was when we were drawn to each other, when we realized each other, when our lips were to meet. The hand of fate would’ve bound us together at long last—at least, that’s how I thought of it then…

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:51:23 +0000 UTC]

I turned around. “Eve?” Inside, I was grateful to God that she alone existed. I smiled and she returned it.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you forever…”

I shook my head, bringing concerns of me out of regard. I stuck out my other hand in a gentle manner and said: “Miss Erika Valentine, I have come to ask… May I have this dance?”

A moment of hesitation occurred. I was close to crossing the line between friendship and something deeper. Then, Eve’s face lit up. And without a single noise, her smooth hand allowed itself onto mine. Without taking my eyes off hers, I held her hand as if it were a fragile rose that had placidly fallen onto my palm.

The music transformed from deterioration into a gradual, romantic smear of tunes. Slowly, I began to twirl her and she followed with a soft, smooth motion. I watched her eyes as we danced, never losing contact, somehow even as she spun. Her fingers curled restfully, though intertwined with mine. The music welded our hearts in a single performance; a dance that I knew would only last so long. Our feet carried us so blissfully; I began to forget about the rest of the world. Our composures slid past each other as Eve gazed back into my eyes. We conformed to the tune, to the room—to one another as if there were to be no other night than this. Her skin so delicately placed on mine, her hair so charmingly under her command, I could not help but wish the dance lasted forever.

Finally falling too far into her eyes, I drew her into my arms, and she so willingly followed. And at that precise moment, the music quietly ended. The symphony that we had created vanished. Awareness returned and we found ourselves in each other’s arms, breathing as deep as we had danced. The crowd around us gave the musicians a round of applause, Eve and I still withholding the other. Up until now, neither of us had broken that gaze.

“That was…” Eve began, a slight tone of amusement lingering in her whisper.

“…erfect,” I breathed.

At that moment, I knew I wanted to remain standing there for all eternity, with Eve in my arms. No matter how long forever meant, I wanted it with all my heart.

And as for Eve, I’ve never seen her so content with the world, as if she were prepared to die. As if through that dance, she had lived her whole life.

Everything fell silent. I refused to know of anything else besides this very moment. Eve became all that mattered.

She drew closer.

Our gazes grew deeper.

I placed a hand beneath her ear and caressed her cheek with a thumb.

Her arms came around my neck.

Our eyes locked, unblinking.

And for a time which in fact was worth all there ever was in the universe, our faces drew closer.

Our eyes slowly closed.

Eternity passed in between us.

…And at last…

…Our lips would finally meet…

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:51:04 +0000 UTC]

My innards trembled and my blood simmered. My feet held on tightly to the floor. My own body was fighting me, trying to get loose. It was mind versus heart; logic against intuition, reason clashing with dreams—and in these sorts of circumstances, hardly anyone would know which to follow. Confusion was tearing me apart. Did I really want to do this? Doubt shook my faith. Was it really going to work? Fear kept me stopped in my tracks, telling me to turn back… But trust held me together. Commitment gave me a foundation. And most of all, love—love provided me with that final ounce of energy, boosting my efforts, raising my spirits, swallowing my uncertainties, encouraging my conviction, reassuring my exultation and fortifying my confidence.

I clasped the metallic handle tightly for dear life. Before opening the door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the handle. In a sense, I couldn’t recognize myself. The face that I knew that had always worn a smile suddenly seemed so serious, so convicted. I felt as if I was no longer alive, as if some demon had entrenched itself into the depths of my soul.

With a pronounced effort, I pushed the door open. Light sliced through the gap of the now dwindling darkness of the hallway. I was leaving something behind and I could only wish I knew what it was. As the door swung open inch by inch, the room inside was slowly revealed to me. A crowd of faceless people swarmed around the floor, in a riveting sway. White silk and black cloth swiveled here and there as teeth peered through each smile that blurred by. Though I knew I’ve studied in these same walls with these same people all my life, I have never felt so lonely, so abandoned.

I took a step forward, entering the familiar room that was now so full yet empty. My footsteps echoed in my head, though I was sure to make a silent engagement. One by one, I passed these people who danced and laughed and conversed with each other. It was as if I had lost all memory of ever being with any of them. It came to a point that I could hear my own breathing. My five senses numbed in the presence of everything else, and slowly, I felt I was sinking into the murky floorboards, prepared to submit my consciousness…

A hand grasped my hand from behind.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” Eve’s voice resounded into my ears. Eve! Within seconds of her voice, the floorboards released my feet. The faces all began to fade back into the humane scenes I knew all too well. And the once tense room loosened into a solitary string of freedom.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:50:45 +0000 UTC]

“Too bad I’m going to die someday,” I’d think whenever I’d spare a gaze at the stars. The night sky was always one of my favorite sceneries—the best of them. Whilst looking on, I’d spiritually wander into the void of the night, seeing how infinite yet limited it was. Most of the time, people see the skies as flat and nonchalant. But let them really look when night comes, then they’ll see the extent of the human sight—they’ll realize how mortal they all are compared to the world that can both be real and unreal. Often, I’d judge my own existence. Something inside me would always urge me to think, to ponder. Every time I would try to think of what my subconscious was trying to tell me, I end up solving yet another question that several philosophers have asked themselves. Yet with every answer, another question arises. Thus, by now, my mottos are without count for I have so often gazed into the night that I have determined the very essence of practical philosophy… But that wasn’t enough. I was living life, not some test paper. What use would it be if I had known all but not able to be all and do all? …Something was missing, something I can’t quite understand—and not understanding it keeps me empty, as if there was some dream I had to fulfill beyond the limitations of reality, beyond my soul—something with, perhaps, a similar principle to God…

“Hey,” someone called from behind me. I purged away my contemplations with a heavy blink. “Were you just standing out here the whole time?” said Dave.

I turned to him with a matter-of-fact look on my face. “Half the time… I walked away the rest.”

“You never cease to astound me, my friend. That’s nine hours of doing absolutely nothing,” he said. “When I told you to wait until night to talk to her, I didn’t mean don’t do anything else. For crying out loud, you’re missing the party!”

I couldn’t help but smile at myself now knowing I wasn’t the only one being pretentious about the ‘main event’. “How is she?”

Dave paused. “It’s working. She’s been striking conversations with her girlfriends and several teachers. Even I have kept a little distance to make her feel a little derelict. She’s been asking people about you too, dear God, who wouldn’t with the length of time you’ve disappeared. Right now, she’s in the ballroom, so hurry before some idiot notices she’s feeling lonely and asks her to dance.”

I came up to him and placed a grateful hand on his shoulder. “Dave, you’re paramount to Cupid.”

“…Cupid’s a wimp,” he sniggered. “Just remember, a second kiss will tell you it’s true love. Give it your best; you’ve got nothing to lose…”

His words resounded in my head, aiding me in solidifying my thoughts. I gave him a nod and walked past him. My eyes held level, not flinching and hardly blinking. Focus was my expression, a serious face I’d seldom wear. The wind stopped, the sky was gone and the ground I had sauntered vanished behind me. Nothing mattered right now—nothing but Eve… I entered the inner-campus, thoughts circling in my head… I rounded the corners; doubt swarming all over my body… I passed the hallways, a shiver crawling up and down my spine… And I stopped right in front of the two big doors of the ballroom. I could faintly hear music that was playing on the other side of those doors, a slow violin that played a tune that steadily declined—and Eve would be inside this room…

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:49:54 +0000 UTC]

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My eyes opened. I stared at the white ceiling of my bedroom. “Crap...” I painfully mouthed at it. It was just a dream! But more importantly, I had to have dozed off to have that dream! I scrambled through my sheets and recovered my mobile-phone. I frantically snatched it and stared at the time. Was I late?

11:25 am

I heaved a sigh of relief; thankful I hadn’t overslept. I leapt up from bed, assuring myself that I was no longer going to fall asleep within the day. I was, though, awfully frustrated of the fact that it had been a dream. Although, now I knew the exact words to tell her, I could have a less difficult time trying to make it sound romantic. My focus was now on my courage to actually do it.

I sighed heavily, composing myself. After dressing up in a smooth black suite, I strictly assessed myself in the mirror. I had to look sincere and confident, but at the same time, relaxed and appealing... Today was going to be the day... I was going to reveal everything to Eve. I was going to tell her that I loved her and nothing was going to stop me. The more I thought of it, the more I feared it. And yet, the more I feared it, the more excited I grew. This was the day I had been longing for, ever since that morning I saw her—no, ever since I grew consciousness. I had yearned to reveal this sort of emotion in any practical means possible, and this was it. I could feel the trickles and rushes of the heat in my blood, ready to be released. And I could tell, it was going to feel really great. I could feel weight on my shoulders, pressuring me and squeezing me with suspense... But this only made me look forward to getting it off all the more. I exhaled one last time before leaving my reflection behind, the final moment I’d ever be seeing that kind of person look at me in the mirror ever again…

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Later that night, the campus had never seemed so new—the way the walls of the school building played with the shadows of people passing by, as if light came up from the ground. The windows of the classrooms were all on. It was rare—I’d say—for me to be at school on a weekend, especially at ten in the evening.

I looked upwards at the sky. There were still some dark-gray clouds that floated overhead. But on the other hand, the night held beautiful stars that twinkled with every glance…

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:49:35 +0000 UTC]

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“Eve,” I said, smoothly and sophisticate in tone. The crowd that danced and partied in the background began to fade away. For us, the world was now quiet and surreal.

Eve looked into my eyes and I gazed back. “Yes?” she said. Unsure of what was coming.

“Do you remember the first morning you stepped into our classroom?” I asked.

Eve seemed confused. “Um, yeah. Why?”

“Erika...” I breathed, with a warm, gentle voice and held her hand. I had called her by her real name and it felt sort of different, yet more suitable... And she looked at me with one of her gazes—those gazes that, in a moment, told me she was the most innocent creature in the world. “That morning, I changed...” I said. “That morning was the beginning of a new life for me, a life that I thought I’d never live.”

I fell into her eyes as she gazed at me. She blinked, anticipating every word that emerged from my mouth. Dramatic tension had built up.

“Ever since that morning, I learned… Erika, I learned what it was like...” I paused. “...To fall in love.” I closely watched the expression on her face as I stopped, ignoring the people passing by. To my anxiety, her face showed no display of emotion—not yet.

“I’ve loved you every single day since then,” I continued. “Your beauty, your elegance, your laugh… Even the simplest way you tuck your hair behind your ear feels like a milestone of life. Your glittering eyes, always there to share a gaze. Merely being with you has been heavenly, in every sense of the word… Erika Valentine…”

I took such a deep breath as if what I was going to say was going to cost me my life, and said: “…I love you and forever will.” It took a while, from astonishment I believe. She was motionless, of course contemplating. Her face held a beautiful expression; one I had longed to see several times. The way she set her eyes numb over me, indulgent at the same time. Now here I was having confessed I loved her. The question now was if she felt the same way about me, even if unconsciously. And there was one last way I could find out…

I softly placed my hand below her ear and caressed her cheek with a thumb. Her face, though deep in thought, glittered like starlight as she gazed. I sealed my eyes the same time she did and drew forward. Our lips came close—closer. I could feel her breathing hard and her soft heart pounded just as powerfully as mine...

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:49:17 +0000 UTC]

I yawningly tucked the picture underneath my blue pillow and roused from bed. I showered and then temporarily dressed up in casual attire—an impression I always kept whenever I am not in campus. Once again, the house was still, all except for me. My parents were asleep, apparently worn-out from last night’s work shift. So I went to the kitchen and began making myself a sandwich for breakfast...

On due course of preparing my meal, I could recall this instance Eve and I were making vegetable sandwiches together. Still just as friends, we were at this tiny kitchen inside a two-story cabin in the highlands—that’s where our class retreat was held. We were actually instructed to prepare peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches for the whole class, but we made tomato-slices-and-cabbage sandwiches instead. It was a real satirical scenario when everybody was served later on. Eve and I happened to be the only people in the class who didn’t refuse consuming the leafy greens. Even the teacher had the nerve to skip the snack. It was a fun retreat all in all. We ended up being sanctioned into finishing all thirty of the ‘horrid’ sandwiches. Eve even tried to hand-feed me a couple of sandwiches when she couldn’t take much more. We were spared, eventually. It was a good thing too that they were all non-fattening foods—just vegetables and bread...

I finished my sandwich a few minutes later and glanced at the built-in clock in my mobile-phone. It displayed ten-thirty, leaving me about two and a half hours before the opening ceremony began. I usually spent my free time in bed, resting—and so I did. I crept to my bed and lay down, of course, careful I wouldn’t drift to sleep. My eyes remained open as I thought more and more about Eve... I couldn’t get her out of my head that day. I guess it was because I knew it was the last time I’d see her and speak with her for sure. I really had to face reality; we were graduating. I was on my way to the best university in the country, and she was set to go abroad the moment she’d receive her diploma. It was depressing as a matter of fact, imagining saying a good-bye to my best friend in the world—whom I’ve secretly had a crush on for quite a while, might I add—and never telling her my true feelings.

I had made up my mind long ago that I wouldn’t tell her how I really thought of her; because I knew she had other boys in mind—and I was merely a friend by her side. She knew that I’d always be there—only as a friend. I guess I was afraid to tell her at that point, in fear of breaking what bond we had as friends. Yes, I’ll admit, I’ve always wondered if Eve ever liked me back—at least, in the same way I liked her. It just never occurred to me on how I could find out without risking anything...

But now, it was the end of the school year, and I knew that it’s now or never... Then I reassured myself with what Dave had told me the day before. His very words being: “A second kiss will tell you it’s true love.”

That was really it, and I knew he would be right, one way or another. So I made up my mind—I would romance Eve, give her a kiss, and then wait if she’d return it. Of course, I would execute it way more passionately than I had just mentioned it... Drastic, the thought may be, but it is the end of school after all. And besides, her older brother was the one encouraging me. That was definitely a good ‘go’ sign. I knew I couldn’t be able to bear concealing my true emotions for Eve until I died anyway—that would be impractical. No way I’d live out life as some tormented soul, waiting to be saved by a girl...

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:48:56 +0000 UTC]

IN AETERNUM

Chapter 2
REMINISCENCE

The past was as short-lived as I could recall it was—at least, within the reach of my age. Memories still beckon me to desire being born a second time, and to be unbound from that which burdens me consequently to none. As I could vaguely relive those days that I had no need to live in melancholy, in chastisement, I featured a life that uncontrollably veered into a bottomless well, filled with the arid stench of putrid blood and the ebony hearts of vengeance.

How I could have ever worn an innocent smile such as I had worn in the days of my joviality, I’ll never seem to understand. It is ironic why my life was so pleasurable when it was imperiled with the threats of forgotten souls, rather than when it is now that my life is impervious to even the slightest wounds that could be inflicted unto me. Now that I think back, I realize that joy and contentment, as the likes of my past life, could never approach me ever again. That is the reason that “what once was” only occurs once and thus, I begin to pain myself with what I never appreciated when it was still valuable...

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Sunlight eased itself through the windows as its purple hue dominated the walls of my room. Lightly, a brush of wind whispered through the silk-like curtains and enkindled me in soft arms. Sunrise was gently looming into the sky and for the past hour, I had been staring blankly at an erstwhile picture. It was taken during my last school-sponsored promenade. I’ve gazed upon that very same image several times, often wandering aimlessly in a daydream.

It was a picture of Eve, all dressed up in formal attire, like a princess of paradise. The scenery was just perfect. There she was, in the center of a garden right outside the hotel that hosted our prom. It was taken around midnight, when all the lights were at their brightest, in contrast with the blackness of the night sky. In the background, a marble fountain glittered with vibrant colors of light that swiveled with the surface of the water. Flowers paved the moist grass, like an arcade of rainbows that blotted all over the ground. But Eve, in the scene, seemed more beautiful and graceful than all those fantastic elements combined. Her ivory-and-peach-colored gown swathed charmingly over her delicate figure. Her hands held a bouquet of red roses that I had given her with white gloves that extended to her elbows. Her hair was untied and freshly brushed with a polished sheen. And her poise was so elegant—angelic that one would almost cry tears of admiration just to see her as she was, standing there in the clear of the night. I had entitled the photograph ‘Eve in Eden’. It was a fitting name for a perfect picture—urely magnificent.

The time suddenly unveiled itself. It was nine in the morning of a weekend and I had a number of hours to prepare for the school’s year-end ball. It was to begin during noon and end at midnight, a fitting party for the last day of school when we would all bid farewells to each other for one last time before we parted ways for college.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:48:40 +0000 UTC]

“So,” Dave said to me. “Erika and I will see you at tomorrow’s ball?” It sounded like he was seizing an opportunity for me to give Eve my first and last shot, during the ball. In fact, he even risked nodding at me discreetly.

I paused and checked the time on my watch. It was five o’clock. “Yeah, I’ll be there. See you guys then. I have to go.” I finished the last bite of my tortilla and stood up.

“Alright,” Dave mumbled as we shook hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Then he candidly whispered to me: “Good luck…”

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As soon as I had gone out the campus gates, the sun shone brightly for an afternoon. Even the weather outside seemed to have changed. But then, I kind of felt bad for leaving so soon. I really had wanted to stay with Dave and Eve—and the funny thing was, I could have. No one was really expecting me back home, not until late at night anyway. But leaving early somehow seemed to be how it all flowed—appropriate in a sense, since I was going to do something unorthodox the day after.

I jogged to the bicycle-lot at the side of the campus and unlocked the bolt on my bicycle. I didn’t live too far, but I didn’t live too close either. My house was a short biking distance from school. I hopped on the leather seat and cycled down the street towards home.

As I slid down the hillside of ‘Fern Avenue’, grassy fields swept by my right and newly built houses my left. The road was fairly dry since the weather wasn’t as moist as usual. But the air was still cool. I released the pedals and let gravity pull me downhill as I felt the breezy wind rush up my face and waft my hair. It was a very nice and clear day, and I was on a bike so it was freshly windy too. The afternoon was so serene and quiet, I even felt like sleeping on my way there.

Soon, the wheels of my bicycle grazed the gravel of the rough road that led to my village. I roused onto the pedals in an upright position, feeling the soft ambiance of the familiar scent of my home as I cycled past my neighbors’ houses. Our village was rather diminutive, compared to the others in Fern Avenue. But to most of us who reside in the village, ours was much more neighborly. And since population wasn’t an issue, we’re always able to come up with fun activities for the village, usually held in our tiny little playground.

I arrived home and parked my bike beside the house. I reached over the house gates to unlock them. I entered our humble yard and halted before the front door. No one was home at this time. Both my parents were at work, usually until I was long asleep. So I possessed the liberty of the whole house until then to prepare for tomorrow’s ball.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:48:19 +0000 UTC]

Suddenly, Dave’s face unwrinkled and nodded back to me. Some profound salvation lurked in a simper that formed in his mouth.

“Kiss her!” Two words that exploded in my mind—and coming from the elder brother’s very mouth! There was no way I could suppress a gaping reaction at him. Anyone lesser would probably have passed out.

“Kiss her,” he repeated, as if it were as simple as shaking her hand. “If there’s that magical flare, she would most probably kiss you back. Trust me. A second kiss will tell you it’s true love.”

By now, I really couldn’t think straight. “But,” I said, worried and even more scared than before. “I can’t just…”

“Hey guys,” Eve’s voice struck from right behind me. I gulped under pressure without turning my head, and Dave soundlessly laughed at me.

Eve took a seat beside me. “What are you two talking about?”

“Funny you should ask,” said Dave before I could think of anything to say. “We were just talking about you.”

Eve tucked her hair behind her ear and faced me. “Really now?”

A split second later, I was able to compose myself. Immediately, I possessed an alibi. “Yeah, what do you girls do in the restroom?” I said, smiling. “We’ve been waiting eons for you.”

Eve turned to Dave, half smiling. “Dave, what have you done to him? Now he’s acting like you!”

Dave laughed. “Oh, sorry sis. I didn’t know my wit was contagious.”

I followed through, hamming it up. “Dear heavens! I’ve got Dave’s brain cells? What a tragic disease.”

Eve at last released a laugh. God, I loved her laugh. I loved making her laugh. If marriage was to kissing, our friendship was to laughter. It was an analogy that just popped up without me knowing it. So now it’s sort of obvious why I am threatened by the slightest hint of her interaction with other boys—well, definitely with the exemption of Dave.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:47:52 +0000 UTC]

Dave began to expound his theory. “Listen,” he said, bending over to me. “It’s the end of the school year, right? And you might never see her again, right?” I nodded in agreement to his every question. “You’ve got nothing to lose. Why not just tell her?”

“But…” I said.

He cut me off. “Don’t let me bother your conscience, I approve a hundred percent.” He paused. “In fact, I wouldn’t have anyone else hook up with my little sister than my best friend.”

I stared at him in awe at what was happening. Strangely enough, he was making a lot of sense.

Dave knew he surprised me and smiled at himself. “Actually, I was hoping you’d ask her out before any other hooligan out there would. And I always wondered why you pretended not to like her.”

There were so many reasons I knew existed for his questions, but I didn’t manage to answer.

“You know,” he continued. “I feel kind of offended that you didn’t trust me to back you up...”

“No Dave, it’s not that,” I said. I really did trust him, honestly. But then there were several other invisible issues here. But I decided not to lay them all out. “I’m just scared,” was all I could conjure.

“I’m sure my little sister would have considered you a couple of times already. I would know,” he said. “She hasn’t had any deep relationships yet. It’s a sign. In most cases, that would mean she’s waiting for someone else to make the move. It might come to her as a surprise if you were the one to ask her, but that’s what makes it so… …romantic.”

In the long run, I knew he was right again and that agreeing with him in these matters was inevitable. “Okay… How do I do it?” I asked, exhaling. “What should I say?”

Dave leaned back on his chair and began to think, hard. He may not be very bright when it comes to Practical Philosophy, but matchmaking and relationships were his ultimate specialty.

I bent over, hoping he’d spit the answer in my face. I was terribly anxious as to what he was going to say. Dave probed the ceiling with his eyes, deep in contemplation, and began rapping his fingers on the table. If truth were told, I’d usually be the one doing that sort of thing. I knew I was the pensive one between the two of us. But matchmaking was never one of my expertises.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:47:21 +0000 UTC]

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Dave and I soon discovered everyone else had missed lunch. The entire room was full of students, jostling each other around, having bought their own food. I searched for the shortest line to any food booth I could find and noticed the almost empty tortilla stand. I hurriedly bought a tortilla from the lunch lady and strolled off to a table. The voices of students from different classes reverberated throughout the entire food court. Echoes of relief and laughter rang all around the walls. Dave and I took a seat and quietly awaited Eve’s arrival.

I began eating my snack, noiselessly. Something about the area just made me feel like staying quiet. Soon, I was already drifting away in a daydream about nothing in particular. Dave broke the ice.

“Why don’t you tell her?” he said, as if we’ve been discussing about something all the while.

I snapped out of my little trance. “Sorry?”

He sighed, opened a tiny bag of peanuts he had bought when I was at the tortilla stand and tossed one into his mouth. “Erika—why don’t you just tell her you like her? I just don’t get it”

At this, I was stunned. Had any other person asked me that, I would have raised an eyebrow pretending not to know what was being spoken about. But this was different. This was Dave. It was surprising. Now that he was talking about it and practically offering me advice, the cat had surely been out of the bag long ago.

A moment of hesitation occurred. “When did you find out?” I asked, having finally accepted the fact that I had failed to conceal any revelations.

“lease,” Dave said like it was supposed to be rhetorical. “I’m one of your best friends. I should know. And don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone…yet.”

“I guess I let my guard down,” I said.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” he asked…

Now, this sort of advice was cliché, even for me. But then, if it came from Dave, you knew it would have to make sense. David Valentine—yes, Eve’s older brother—was my classmate, and one of my closest friends. He was a rowdy kind of personality, but a real gentleman when it came to teachers and girls. Dave was always about girls—a womanizer. In fact, he knows so much about them that he’d sound like a teen magazine from time to time. Dave had his ways. Even Eve doesn’t understand him sometimes. But we were always exchanging tips. I’d share my philosophical ideas and he’d endow me with wisdom about the opposite gender. And now was the perfect opportunity for me to maximize the use of his intellect for my benefit.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:47:05 +0000 UTC]

Five more minutes... Four... Three... Two... One... Half a minute to go...

At long last, the dismissal bell rang. The class roared in celebration and so did the other classes in the other rooms. Quickly, the test booklets were passed, followed by our answer sheets. Instantly, everybody began letting out sighs of relief and discussing their answers. Others were already cramming outside the doors, shouting remarks at the corridors: “It’s finished!” “It’s all over!” “We’re all done!” “No more school!”

From three different corners of the room, Eve, Dave and I gave each other smiles and nods, congratulating each other for making it out alive. It’s true; we had finished high school at last. I closed my eyes and heaved out a great sigh. The next thing I did was sheath my pen into my grayish backpack and stand up. Dave came up to me.

I gave him a wry look. “So, did you finish the test?”

Dave paused with his mouth askew. “You could say so…” Dave had this rasping voice, sort of like the stereotypical surfer-dude. But he definitely possessed more brain cells than one. In fact, if he had wanted badly to, I would be willing to bet he could’ve aced every other exam we’ve taken, Practical Philosophy aside—but only if he badly wanted to, which he didn’t. Dave was laidback, haughty in several ways. He doesn’t give much thought to anything he wasn’t interested in, which was considered to be quite a lot of things.

The expression on his face—combined with his back street accent—made me snort if not laugh. “Right,” I said. “How did the eraser taste?”

“I’ll let you know when my brain recuperates,” he answered wearily. Then I noticed Eve was no longer in the classroom. I asked Dave if he knew where she went.

“Restroom… I told her we’d be in the cafeteria.”

I slung my backpack over my shoulder.

We squeezed our path out the doorway and stopped at the corridors to look around. Lockers were being banged as the feeling of the end of school instantaneously took over.

Unhurriedly, I paced my steps so as to remind myself of the floors, walls and ceilings I will hardly ever see again after I leave. Dave was trotting along behind me with pocketed hands. The atmosphere somehow seemed changed now. After stopping to discard my backpack in my locker, we headed for the cafeteria.

I was a regular sixteen year-old high school student making my way through the hallways of the campus. Passing more of my batch mates, my stomach began to churn. I hadn’t eaten lunch, busy completing the rest of my academic requirements.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:46:50 +0000 UTC]

There was one of my best friends, Dave who sat two seats to my right, having chewed the eraser off his pencil. The exam was on Practical Philosophy, apparently the most difficult for him. I, on the other hand, lived and breathed philosophy. It was a habit for me to question such issues. I’ve thought of things that would really test one’s faith and as always, mine as well. I’ve learned each item in the test through experience way before the lesson was taught to me, so the test was fairly simple.

Anyway, I kept an eye on everyone in class, hoping to catch someone putting down their pen and upturning their answer sheets—what was instructed by the teacher if we were done with the test ahead of time. Then, I heard the familiar skidding of paper on a table and the quick ‘click’ of a steel pen being retracted. My head turned on its joint and searched for the source of the noise—Eve had finished…

‘Eve’ was the nickname the class gave to a schoolgirl named Erika Valentine when she first entered our classroom, which was when the school year had begun. The nickname was derived from her initials, ‘E.V.’, colloquially pronounced. Yes, she was pretty and I admit that I had my eyes set on her for quite sometime. But we came to be just friends. I never had the initiative, or the courage, to ask her out. So, we simply remained nothing more than best friends, as though I had not even considered a deeper relationship. My thoughts of her—though genuine—were pure, lest she ever deliberately but jokingly beguiled me.

It wasn’t exactly attraction, I should say, but more of a profound admiration. Thus I am free from any form of emotional confinement—an effect submissive to such feelings. Though, I do often develop envy for whoever her future husband was going to be. In fact, I sometimes would decipher her simplest interactions with other boys as flirting. Nevertheless, I turned a deaf ear, said nothing, pretended not to notice—the three wise monkeys if you may.

Eve caught sight of my temporarily relieved eyes as she tossed her pencil case beneath her chair. She tucked her hair behind her ear and informed me through the wink of an eye that she had aced the test as well. I simply shot her a smile and shifted my attention back to the clock. The time was four-twenty. Ten minutes remained. The dismal room was on the verge of melting into complete languor.

Dave was once again the subject of my vision. He was still on the second-to-the-last page of the test and this reassured me that those ten minutes were going to take forever…

Moments passed and I grew weary of ogling at the miserably slow clock. I was certain Eve felt the same by now, uneasily anticipating the respite of hearing the life-giving school bell.

More students began flipping their papers, ending the soreness of their heads and smirking at one another. With everyone now astir, the minute hand sped up. I yawned to help endure my anxiety.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:46:31 +0000 UTC]

IN AETERNUM

Chapter 1
GENESIS

It was dense—or sparse... I couldn’t really tell... It began colorless, isolated and metaphorically lifeless. Maybe that’s how it all started. I wasn’t there, but it was as it was... In a way, it’s how my existence began—or should I say ended? Still, it was all nothing... But it was everything as well... It was both everything and nothing, and yet, in a way, it was also neither. At least, that’s how it used to be. Now, I wouldn’t know. But it’s not like I ever knew. Fact cannot be produced, only assumed. In which case, we know nothing. Yet that would also mean knowing everything. So, how’s knowing what we do or do not know?

Thoughts are—symbols of everyday life—invisible to all of the senses. Its existence is probably beyond reality. And yet, without thoughts, nothing would ever exist. The thought of creation and the thought of destruction, a formidable equity—or so, an inequity that provides existence, as well as inexistence. Difficulty in believing breeds in many, but it is possible that something as insubstantial as thought started the universe—everything began with nothing…

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The clock’s ticking became a complex as I waited for four-thirty to come. Watching as each digit came into the slight shadow of the second hand, I felt it redundant and annoying. The clock itself seemed to have been affected by the mood of the classroom. It was entirely silent—unusual. Nothing could be heard except for the random noises of flipping test papers and the scratching of several pens on their surfaces. Ignoring the bleak sounds, my eyes lingered askew the clock and halted in the view of the blackboard. It was as dark as ever, and atypically empty. The sight displeased me and I shifted my vision along the associated panels of windows located on the wall beside.

It was an afternoon fit for the unawake. It possessed nothing but the bleak background of the schoolyard. The buildings cast towering shadows that outlasted their own heights. Not even the birds were anywhere to be heard from. The trees were still and boring. Even their leaves did not waft despite their lightness. Movement outside was completely non-existent.

I peered at the rest of my classmates, watching if anyone else had finished the exam. This exam was the final one for the year, and obviously, everyone took it seriously. The following day was very much anticipated though, for it would be the year-end ball, celebrating the end of the exam week—and the end of high school. We were graduating. I checked the clock once more, seeing if we were any closer to being dismissed. It read four-eighteen. All I had to do was wait twelve more minutes until we were home free. Aside from me, no one else had finished with the exam yet.

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:46:08 +0000 UTC]

IN AETERNUM

Prologue
EXECUTION

Midnight—the heavens were asleep. Hardly any star twinkled in its midst. It was dark; all except for a white circle that loomed straight overhead, a white orb that gently blessed earth with a breath of light—the moon. The moon, that granted the skies with beauty and mystique, magnified the power the night possessed in its wake. The moon, that provided just enough luminance for the world, taught permanence to nature itself. The moon, that never would leave, gave man a time for rest and sleep. The moon, that vowed eternity to earth, would keep its promise. It would stay. It would stay with the world and watch over it. It would revolve around the world, keeping a vigilant gaze... ...until its might would dwindle over time; but still, it would guide the earth’s nights. It would stay... ...until all beneath it would vanish over time; but still, it would shed light to the blindness of the lands. It would stay... ...until earth itself would die; but still, it would guard its corpse. It would stay... ...until its wounds from meteorites bleed, bleed red with pain that even the lifeless would feel...

Even then, the moon would stay.

Even now, as the silhouettes of trees grazed the deep night, the moon paved light before my feet. It lent its guidance to me as I traversed the leafy pathway, ever closer to the heart of the forest. Willowing in the dark were strange images—hallucinations produced by my own tattered mind. Light that sliced through the gaps in the leaves quivered. Memories played over and over, oblivious to the blindness of the sky. I felt as though something was seeping out of my head, the substance of my every dream and nightmare.

A man of no known worth, I begged the world to end it all. I pleaded with dry eyes and arrogance towards life. This was my place, with the shadows and filth that was surrounded with the darkness of countless other graves. I halted from my hike. Two faceless men behind me were ready—ready to answer my pleas… …and so was I prepared. I remained there, idle in position, waiting—waiting for the end I had so wished to come. I could tell, one of them nodded to the latter. I heard a slight rustle of cloth—then, the clacking of a gun. It was coming… I had but only one qualm—I was afraid, evidently there was always something to fear. But I wasn’t afraid of the end… …no, I was afraid it was only the beginning.

A silent click rang from behind me…and a gunshot echoed through the forest, cutting the silence like thunder. Birds fluttered out the trees. The shadows shook, yet returned casual, as if nothing happened—and nothing did… My eyes remained open—I had gone numb. I knew it had been done. I knew the shot had been fired. Still standing, I gazed up into the heavens. It was a beautiful night. The absence of the stars radiated the edges of that beautiful moon…

“Let it be… Let me go… Let me die…”

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:44:18 +0000 UTC]

Tell ya what, I'll be doing you the same favor!

Yep, that's right, 25 whole comments just for you! And you know what? I'm gonna put an essay on each remaining one of them!

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-24 14:42:52 +0000 UTC]

Oh boy, you sure do know how to catch attention with all those lovely comments...

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Prince-of-Powerpoint [2007-06-20 02:42:34 +0000 UTC]

Hey there, haven't heard from you in a while. Missed chatting with you. How ya doing?

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Eylam [2007-05-28 15:31:35 +0000 UTC]

Didn't hear from you for a while, how are you?

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