Samantha's Soul

            “Tell me, why do you fear the stars?”              A small chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at the night sky, her face torn between awe and anxiety. “There are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on the earth, infinite more chances for planets, the existence of a race more dangerous and destructive than the ones we rule over.” Her gaze turned towards the mass of blue and green, a rock covered in humans, the most horrible creatures. “I don’t want there to be more.” “I see. But we created this universe, surely we know what’s out there.” he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Her response was another small chuckle, more hollow than the first.  “We created but a mere small fraction of it with good intentions, and look where it got us. A hot mess. Being a God doesn't guarantee good intentions, nor perfection.”  He let out a thoughtful hum. “I too, fear the stars.” A girl was lyin...

       Nick sighed as he stared down the hallway. White walls. Baren, empty walls, the pristine paneling only interrupted by white doors every twenty feet or so. The fluorescent lights seemed to bounce off the musk, yellowing carpet. It made the air feel stale. It reeked of smoke and the smell of a fresh box of latex gloves. Everything was silent except for Nick's deep breaths. He was a man of standard stature with short brown hair that matched his eyes. His expression was sad as his gaze wandered for a moment, then landed again on the file in his hand.       “VERITY”      The bold black letters stamped on the front of the folder were almost ominous. He opened it slowly, revealing only a small packet of paper stapled together neatly. It didn't have much information on it either. Name: Verity. Creature: Batomous. Age: Unknown. Gender: Female. That was all he really cared about that it had to offer. The rest was all filing nonsense an...

       This world is cruel, twisted, mad. This earth is a hellscape in disguise, a place of torment for the weak nature of mankind. It takes all you hold dear, bends you backward until you break, and expects you not to complain. It leaves you to fend for yourself in a world that would crush you with little care for your existence, your soul, your being.       Not many people truly survive it without being broken. Many simply escape.       But what about my escape? What about my sanity? Why do we have to suffer? I may never know, but I can at least escape while I still have the chance.  This bed is too soft and far too comfortable to leave its warm embrace. The alarm says otherwise. Sam's mind swam as she sat up, the alarm clock receiving a hard smack as a good morning greeting. The covers make an impressive swoosh as she throws them off, her polka-dot socks rub against the carpet with a static zap, causing a shiver to run ...

      Y'know that feeling you get when you fall in a dream? The unexpected plummet? That crushing weight that knocks you down, never wanting you to get up?      Do you know that feeling?      It's like the floor fell out from under you, and you tumble through darkness until you land on the cold, hard reality of it all with a thud. The dust in your eyes alongside tears as every part of you aches and you long to scream and cry and beg...      But you jumped. Now you want out again. You want to climb out. The walls crumble as you try to grab at it. The weight of your own body pulls you down as you try to haul it up. But you can't. You're just stuck. Nothing is going to change it. They told you to jump, and you listened.       I listened.        So what was I going to do about it? What was I supposed to do to fix this? When did I become foolish enough to be the one who jumped? I'm down h...