“I will make you die.” said death.

“But first I will make you break.”

“I will make you scared.” said War.

“But first I will make you bleed.”

“I will make you starve.” said Famine.

“But first I will make you feast.”

“I will make you sick.” said Plague.

“But first I will make you gone.”

“I will make you happy.” said Life.

“But first, I will make you strong.”

pull me backward closer to you

into the moment of your warmth

just, sitting there. sitting there and

feeling where i am with you, while the

clock keeps ticking, wearing on the feeling

the sound is stuck in the background

and it’s unignorable.

we’re still clinging, forcing, feeling

trying not to notice this

imminent collapse

of the block of time we set aside

today to have this, here,

together.

pull me back then, further

closer to some kind of nothingness

this dumb, numb comfort

washes over me like opium

and suddenly it’s all i want

even just for one more second

i can hear the clock keep ticking

and i’m pulled in two directions.

even further backward

almost like you want this too

almost like we share a

certain hesitation.

we can feel a tension growing,

you don’t live here so it’s normal

eventually we’re gonna have to

go our separate ways.

and then suddenly

the clock stops ticking,

we both have to walk away,

snapped back,

launched forward

noticing the moment ended

as long ago as any.

all of a sudden i’m tired

all of a sudden i’m bored

all of a sudden

things just don’t feel like they matter anymore

and all the shit comes back and then i’m sat here thinking

what the fuck.

i miss you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Was I always meant to fall?

Roses white and dying light,

Silver’s sweet forgiving bite.

She’ll ask why,

No answers found,

And I’ll rot deep

Beneath the ground.

Everyone, please check the topic of the challenge first. I don’t want anyone to wonder what the hell is going on in here! This is all, only a part of a challenge. Desperate times, desperate measures!

So, RainGoat, which country are you from? Oh, I am so sorry, which planet are you from? I have to tell you, your language sounds very similar to English. Similar. Not precise. Not even close. It took me a very long time to decipher your challenge. Whatev, fanna, lala, baba, proba, soka, lepa, thou... It was really difficult. If you ever feel like trying out a dictionary, I would be happy to help you. I mean, help the hell lot of people, WHO WASTE HOURS, trying to understand what you say.

But it’s an amazing ability, I have to tell you. I have heard it takes hours to truly understand the meaning behind many famous paintings. So, I take it, you construct word paintings. Wow! I am amused.

Wait, what was your username again? Yeah, RainGoat? Seriously, goat? Did you mean coat? For your understanding, the coat is an item of clothing worn over our shirts. But, your profile picture clearly shows a goat, in a background that seems to be something, that was meant to mesmerize people. Oh wait, does that say, hypnotise people, in your bio? Yeah, I am hypnotised, by the amazing amount of stupidity you possess ever so lightly.

Anyway, you did mean a goat. Alright, that shows improvement. Did you do some research for coming up with that stupid username? I appreciate your effort. Even then, what special meaning does rain add to the goat? Is that goat standing in the rain?

Oh, oh, wait, wait, the colours, the colours in your profile picture, it’s a rainbow, it’s raining, a goat in the rain. WOW! You are brilliant! You are amazing! You are, you are... a maniac. You need treatment, as fast as you can. Friendly advice, alright?

Oh my goodness, I am really sorry if this hurts your emotions, alright? The challenge sounded interesting, that’s why I created this mess. Forgive me if I have taken it too far.

#fiction

"Mommy, I did a reverse flip!" The little girl screamed out from the upper floor. Within no time, Harry found her running down the stairs to the lawn, again.

"She seems excited," Harry told the blonde lady sitting opposite to her. Alice was wearing glasses, with blue frames, matching her light blue dress. "Kids always are." She smiled back at Harry. She had a cute smile. Harry noticed that her eyes were also blue; She looked stunning for someone in her fifties.

Harry had always thought of adoption. Ever since Margaret left a void in his life, he never was able to accept anyone. Years later, he could no longer resist the loneliness. Harry was too old for another relationship. That's when he decided to adopt a child, bring her up, and do everything he could for her.

And today, he was going to do it. He had to be a responsible father from tonight; Grandfather. Harry smirked at the thought. "Sir, you have to sign the documents now." Alice pushed the documents to his side. Harry took out his own glasses to go through the files one last time. His work life as an advocate had taught him that.

Having found satisfaction, Harry began signing the papers. The girl was running upstairs again. It was the ninth time since he had come here. "Mommy, Henry pinched me." It was a complaint this time. Harry could not keep in his laugh. He kept on signing the documents. The child was running out again. This was not Henry's best day, Harry tried not to laugh.

He was one happy man. The past few years might have been hard. But, he was already finding happiness in the little girl's actions. When he found Nancy, he could not even think of anyone else anymore. There was something about Nancy that interested him. He knew the life ahead of him was going to be beautiful. He only questioned his ability to run after her all the time. His body might disagree.

Harry passed the documents back to Alice. She verified the signatures and a bright smile crossed her face. "Well, Harry, you ready for this?" She asked. "I am, Alice, more than ever." He smiled back. Nancy had already run upstairs the tenth time. Stairs, Harry thought, glancing his weak knee. Alice was already halfway up.

After some effort, Harry managed to reach the top. Nancy was inside the next bedroom. Alice held out a hand, pointing him to go in. He took a long breath and walked into the room. "Hi, Nancy." The child smiled; her cheeks were so red. Nancy was ten and had brown hair and eyes. She was a little princess. "Hi, Harry." She called back. Harry felt his life was complete.

"Come closer," Nancy whispered to him. Harry tiptoed his way towards her. "What is it?" He whispered back. "Stand straight up" Nancy replied. Harry did so. He was enjoying every moment. He was nearly crying with happiness.

Nancy now held his hand and stood straight up. She then spoke out loud, "Mommy, this is Harry. I like him. He is nice." Harry followed her eyes, and his sight landed on the portrait of a beautiful woman. Harry recognised her at once. He had only seen her as a child, his child, his Elsa. It was his daughter. He never thought he would find her again. But here she was.

Tears brimmed Harry's eyes. Nancy was not one to adopt, she was his own granddaughter, the daughter of his Elsa. Her brown eyes and hair; Now Harry knew what held him close. He embraced Nancy tightly, standing on his knee. He kissed her again and again and again. He cried, out of happiness, out of contentment, out of love.

#fiction

which side of the grass will I end up on ...

will I fall ..?

or,

will I rise ..?

I,

don't make that choice.

I just hear the cries.

the cries that fall,

from painful eyes.

a new page, yes.

but, no erase ...

stagger and stutter drunk

dazed and unfazed.

waiting for the grenade ...

If it ever drops ....,

I'll pull the pin upon my own head.