Write a story about astral projecting into the room of your sleeping enemy. A psychopath crawls through the window and is skulking toward the bed. You have the ability to stop the violence, should you choose, by scaring the shit out of the perp, or you decide to simply observe and taste the sweet wine of revenge. But, you know it comes with a cost: Your conscience. Does this person really deserve death, or close, or will your intervention put you at peace with the past?

Zooz

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‘It’ helped me see

A person who wronged me.

Recoganized as my frenemy.

Many back and forth we had shared.

Until a time came neither did care.

Only thing that did make sense.

Hurting one another

Even if it wasnt fair.

And so came a day i woke up in my sleep

wanting this anger to be free.

Hovering over my bed and into space

Unfazed...

Unfazed by the city lights

Or the gleaming trees.

I rose high till i could see .

The house of my enemy.

And straight i flew in line

Towards that brick chimney.

Passing through the roof and into his room.

I see him sleeping peacefully.

The anger starting to rise.

As i am remebering all the times.

But something caught my eye.

A bright white smile lurking

Behind the window

Behind the tree.

Something shining in the dark.

I see a reflection in that silver steel.

As i squint to see , i can make a face

With steel clenched to its teeth.

a mad psycho smile,

i can feel its madness

Pierce Into me

It feels like that mind

Had long outgrown the

Anger which is inside me.

Beyond no return,

I feel it staring at my enemy.

I look toward him lying asleep

For a second i feel at ease,

This may be the end of my enemy...

But i look back at this thing now leaping from the tree.

Its cold hand lifting the wooden sill.

I am uncomfotable by what i see.

In it i see the worst of me.

Forever trapped in that mind..

Have i gone too far?

I look back at my enemy

Still asleep.

A wooden creak,

I turn to see its foot halfway through the window onto the wooden floor.

Cold shivers running up my spine.

What will happen next?

Shouldnt i be afraid?

But im watching this whole thing unfold in surprise.

And now it just walks past me

its eyes darting toward my enemy feet.

It loosened its clench on the silver.

Now holding it in his finger.

The scene is set

Im clear now of the eventuality.

But i feel frozen in my mind.

A cold shiver that called

Moral dilemma is growing inside

The time slows down to a stop,

I see it lower its silver.

One deep breath before the final stop.

In that instant,

I see a burst of pictures

In my mind.

I see a story unfold

Once a friend , once a frenemy.

All the memories of a distant past

It feels so long ago.

*I see the psycho raising that knife*

In that moment i feel something weird inside. Something thats hard to describe.

Logic seems to break down.

"It feels selfish to save his life."

"It doesnt feel right to intervene."

But a thought keeps pestering me inside.

Everything seems aligned to take his life

"So Do i matter?"

Clarity is brought to light.

As the voice is spoked aloud in my mind.

And the truth of this anger unveils.

The first time it was brought to life.

Calling me weak.

Calling me powerless.

All his action wanting me to feel that way inside.

How fitting an end would it be? If he saw me do nothing as he is killed by this pycho .

But then he would be right.

I coudnt do anything.

How can i let that be?

And so in that moment.

A shockbolt rushed through my mind. I forgive him. I forgive me. It was as simple as that. I had proved my point.

Time unpaused and i ran and leaped onto the bed.

Staring down the psycho with its dagger point down towards his head

A final staredown! I lock my eyes.

I see him perplexed by what he sees. Long gone in his mind.

He began to speak.

"I recoganize you.

I killed You many times over.

And yet you appear in front of me again even after all this time"

He lowers his steel, calming his hand.

Changed in his mind he takes a step back.

Uncertain if his mind will change again.

Its me who is now afraid.

For instead of a ghost he thinks its his schizophrenia kicking inside.

As i look to him, i get up on my knees and walk towards the other side of the room. Just to be sure if he has lost me with his imagination.

I see it follow behind ..

The psycho begins to speak.

Conversating.

It trying to free itself from the consciousness it once had been.

Killing himself everytime

So He can pretend it doesnt exist.

Did time reveal to him what it had lost?

I feel sorry, it cant smell or feel the memory of for what once it had been.

No visions no clarity,

All seem but a curse to him.

For in ending himself he is convinced it Was never real.

And so he strikes his knife at the ghost he sees.

Flaying that silver into me.

A Fog that only he sees.

Fighting against nothing.

A psycho man at his peak.

I understand it now. And just easily bored as i was excited about finding out his mystery that eluded me.

I decide its time to leave.

Knowing my work here was done.

I see him put his silver to rest. Convinced he has put himself to a final sleep.

A reset button Till the conscience resurfaces.....

In an instant i see myself sucked back ,

A tunnel of time being retraced.

My body being pulled back to the bed.

I am laid to rest...

The phone alarm rings.

I open my eyes.

Feeling the vibration humming in my ears.

I pick up my phone.

new day awaits...

A notification well recieved,

a post of my frenemy sharing and being what he had always been.

And next to it a new friend request....

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Two Sentence Horror Stories

I've been seeing a lot of these and I think that they're cool, so the prompt is simple: write me a horror story using only two sentences. Scariest/best wins! :)

Zooz in Horror & Thriller

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The tallest of tree

A stupid urge to cut down a mighty old tree, Released from eternal curse something finally put to sleep.

I look to my hand and im growing roots and twigs to where my fingers had been.

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Zooz in Poetry & Free Verse

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If i woke up to super mind powers I’d still end up as me

Being away from any limitation is helping me really see.

a computer with all the information to read.

Today i see it all, i hear it all.

Starting to observe the pointless conversation and repeats.

Which i am trying to eliminate with the powers i wield.

slowly turning to what i think destiny planned for me.

Far from the conversation one may humanly feel.

pointless rationality.....

(MONTHS PASS exploring these powers)

Am i meant to be a robot?

that can't be.

i remember a yesterday's me.

So, i keep telling myself.

The world still a mystery to me.

Any other direction and my mind is no longer at ease.

Of what use is this power. money and fame....

is that all to this life.

That can't be....

So, I keep telling myself.

The world still a mystery to me.

All I need to do i remember how used to feel.

All the answers right in front of me,

It's funny how the mind can have all the answers

and still not be at ease.

I once knew a life lived for tomorrow.

But what is tomorrow when all the answers are seen?

Virus of the ego that cultivated with this growth.

I know it all and I'm bored.

any direction i take i see the ending of it all unfold.

Its total boredom, and i wish to see something new.

All a viscous circle of feeding the self-ego.

Now it's a curse. i wish to forever unsee.

All so i can feel that excitement of the first time.

but that can be. A positive outlook is what will help me be.

(MONTHS PASS)

This world still a mystery to me.

So, i keep telling myself.

Searching for way of life, that can guide me.

Got a vision how i envision life to be.

A story with no ending.

open ended to possibilities that i can't see.

Only living in the moment as i feel.

A story that writes itself along the way

i look around i see everything,

but why its there? i can never really comprehend.

All a symphony of reason, connecting all the things i see.

This is the real power, but what use is it if i am not able to wield.

The world still a mystery to me.

A question that sparks my intrigue.

Am i alive? or is it a fantasy?

And that's the truth and start of everything i know and believe?

A magical world... just the spark i need.

I can feel again.

This what i believe destiny had in store for me.

To Find that perfect Harmony.

A symphony of reason and feeling.

(MONTHS PASS)

I walk out the door and come across people.

This time willing going into the cycle of repeats,

i see it all and i hear it all. But nothing i desire from it anymore.

All that's running in my mind. What can i do to make them smile?

My powers a secret, and a clown is what i am being perceived at.

a version of me far away from the truth they can ever comprehend or feel.

A clown with a cape, a flow in the randomness that only a few can perceive.

But that all fine. I'm happy knowing i found my peace.

bowing down in humility. For its feeling that opens the world to unexpected

And imaginary. I'm in love all over again.

This world is indeed a mystery.

If only one knew you didn't need eyes to see.

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Zooz

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I dreaded existence before. I dont know what to make of it now

PART I

"I had lived my entire life trying to make sense and meaning of my existence. Everything always just felt boring and mundane. Nothing too exciting nothing so special. Perhaps the search was my escape from feeling that way and hence, the need for seeking meaning.

Despite my best of attempts in trying to figure out this puzzle i never really found an answer. All that was ever experienced was unwinding of my brain cells to look at the same question through different lens. Something just enough to keep myself entertained till the boredom kicked in and it was back to the same process. I had spent a large portion of my life living this way.

I think maybe the answer is not really in knowing everything but in experiencing everything. "

This was me yesterday comforting myself through a self talking session . I had gone to a friends wedding and had caught up with a lot of people i hadnt seen in a very long time. Which had gotten me very anxious about how i am being percieved by them. " Am i this 29 year old out of shape man who hasnt dont much with his life and just went on about his imaginary adventures that didnt seem to benefit the world or him for that matter? Because i still drive that old car and lives in that same old house?"

That anxiety somehow continued its way through the drive home and into my bedroom where i had to talk myself into a story that made me feel good. Thats how i usually go to sleep when i find myself anxious about something. And i would wake up the next morning to a new day and a new start. Till the cycle repeated itself

But today something weird had happened. i woke up to a strange dream. I dont remember exactly what it was but it felt like this bright warm light just entering my body. And i just started sweating profusely after that. I woke up drenched and wanting to take a cold shower.

And this is where things started to get wierd. As i walked into the bathroom undressing myself i noticed muscles on my body i had only dreamed of before. Ecstatic and excited i just started admiring myself for a good time. I am pretty sure this has got to be dream. After a good cold shower i walk out without a towel. Why need to cover myself now? I walk straight to my dresser and reach out for those old unworn clothes that i once bought with the intention to wear them someday. I surprisingly fit in every cloth i want to try. Its almost like i look exactly how i want to look like in my imagination of it. This has got to be a dream! But i dont want to pinch myself, i want to see where this dream will go.

Next up i get dressed and go downstair to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. I know exactly what i have to do. Pick up 2 eggs , crack em open and go about scrambling them. As i begin to fry them i start to crave for pancake with maple syrup. I start to smell it immediately. My imagination feels so vivid. I close my eyes and i can see the caramel colored syrup flowing down those warm flufgy pancakes. Its almost as though......

Its right in front of me?

I open my eyes and see it right on the table next to the stove. Its exactly how i imagined it to be. At this point im just delighted and greatful. And im convinced believe that thus is a dream. So why not enjoy it?

i just play along to see what more can i expereince. I finish up in the dining room. And prepare myself mentally to head to work. But its a dream. Why do i have to go to work? Shouldnt i just take a day off? I pause and look around wondering what is really happening right now. So i decide to just go with whatever feels right . i pick up my car keys and walk straight up to the front door. I am soo used to doing this daily. I know exactly where the keys are placed. The exact sound the door makes when it creaks as i open and closes, i can actually hum it to a tune. I exit outside and walk towards onto my patio and straight upto where my car is parked. My door unlocker button never usually works but today i feel lucky. And lo behold, it works today. I twist and turn my keys for ignition and start my car. It starts straight up. But i remember i had to fill petrol from last night. As i drive on the highway towards the station. I find myself playing my favourite song. I never felt so happy. And its starting to feel soo real like maybe this isnt a dream. How can a dream be so vivid? And how can i notice soo much of details?

Whilst pondering on this thought i hit the first redlight on the route. A fancy car with a beautiful woman just stops right beside mine. As we are waiting on the light to go green i feel this strange sound inside my mind. At first i thought it was just me imagining something but as i paid closer attention i started to hear actual words . I look at the woman in the car beside and she makes eye contact. Then like a loud thump i hear an actual sentance. "What a weirdo!"

That just leaves me very confused what is happening. As i stare at her i can begin to hear exactly what her reaction to me is. I hear her first impression about me. It is a very wierd situation. i am curious to explore but at the same time i am actively aware how i am being exactly percieved. I had to look the other way as i dont hear how me having a prolonged eyecontact has passed the stage of normal. As i look at the redlight waiting for it to turn green, i can hear her now draw up an image of me. "This weirdo drives this old car, he doesnt seem like the person i would be comfortable, no matter how he looks."

This makes me wonder what would she have thought of me if i had driven another car? As i drove to petrol station i started to imagine myself in a ferarri. I imagine it in great detail, the feeling of it, the leather seating, the steering wheel, the speedometer going from 0 to 100. Everything that i can possibly imagine. For some reason i was able to even think of details i hD never thought about before. I never knew what torque or horse power really was but now i am able to draw the entire engine without actually ever having seen one before. This has to be a dream... i park my car at the gas station and get out to fill in the fuel. As i open the gas tank i start to panic, i am not really driving my actual car. Its the car i was imagining a minute ago.

I am now overwhelmed with contradicting thoughts. Did i accidentally drive someone else's car

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Challenge of the Month XXX: April

Phenomenal Cosmic Power. You wake up, omnipotent. What happens next? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to the winner.

Zooz

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