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Note: It’s Always a Dark Topic was the name of my portfolio in creative writing in high school. My writing style has since improved, but I’m still proud of the pieces I’ve put on my site. Looking back, I can see the beginnings of my style, but also some of the mistakes I used to make a lot. Overall, though, I am still proud of these, mostly because I greatly enjoyed writing them at the time. Enjoy

Sadness. Anger. Disgrace. Dishonor. Hatred. More hatred. Ever consuming, ever growing hatred. Always hatred.

A lone being stood staring down at the walkway from the window ledge. From there, he watched a group of celebrating party-goers leaving his castle below him. As he watched, he grew angry at their privilege and disgusted at their happiness. They enter and leave as they please upon their own two legs, yet they can never understand his pain, or his curse.

The never ending hatred grew again, for now it had a target. Instead of being angry at the world itself, he became angry at the party-goers and what they represent. Vague memories of joy, happiness, adventure, and excitement confused his hatred for mere moments, before the hatred again conquered his heart.

With his heart, it also conquered his mind, for that is what the sorceress had said. She had said that hatred would consume him, and leave him in his cursed form forever. Now, it had finally consumed him. As he returned his attention to the party-goers, one of them made the mistake of looking up towards the window ledge.

From this other man’s point of view, he saw the strangest thing upon that ledge. It, by itself, appeared to be an ancient unlit jack-o-lantern. Or, at least, it was until the man looked into its eyes.

Hatred. More hatred. Ever consuming, ever growing hatred. Always hatred. Above all else, and above anyone’s control. Hatred. Always hatred.

Now, the man screamed in agony as death’s arrow of hatred struck his heart.

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Note: It’s Always a Dark Topic was the name of my portfolio in creative writing in high school. My writing style has since improved, but I’m still proud of the pieces I’ve put on my site. Looking back, I can see the beginnings of my style, but also some of the mistakes I used to make a lot. Overall, though, I am still proud of these, mostly because I greatly enjoyed writing them at the time. Enjoy

“What am I?” The being asked itself. As usual, no answer came. This being has asked itself this question many times, yet never has an answer come.

“This time shall be different.” The being told itself. So, it asked again.

Now, an answer did come. An intense wave of hatred, misery, and regret swept over this being, as he began to remember. Regret, which was the last emotion to come to him, also hit the hardest and confused him the most. As his confusion grew, images began to come to him.

First came the image of a necklace. This necklace had a simple gold chain and a locket with the letters ‘L.J.’ carved into it. Yet, this image only strengthened his confusion and his hatred. The more the image lingered in his mind, the more his hatred grew. This intense hatred grew over his confusion, as he forced the image from his mind.

Now, he impatiently waited for more answers. As he waited, the hatred withdrew slightly and his confusion returned. Finally, the next image came. This one was of several droplets of scarlet blood upon the palm of someone’s hand. The being didn’t know for sure, yet he guessed it had been his own. This time, his confusion became stronger and only continued to grow. Yet, this image left quickly and was soon replaced with another.

This next image was of a tall woman with pale skin and long light brown hair. Her outfit was a plain dark green dress, and her hair hung loose towards the ground. The only unusual thing about her was her eyes. The sea-blue eyes seemed to pierce through him as they showed her strength and determination to defeat all that surround her. With this image, his feelings of misery and regret grew stronger. Yet, before he could figure out who she was, the image vanished.

The following image came quicker. This one was of a full glass of water held in his hands. He saw himself move one hand away, then return it with a small red vial. He opened it carefully, then poured the liquid into the water. As the red liquid began to dissolve, the image vanished.

The next image cam quickest, and was also the strongest. With this image, all the other ones made sense. The woman he had seen before was seated at a desk. Around her neck was a locket with the letters ‘L.J.’ and in his hands was the glass of water. He carefully set the water on her desk as her eyes rose to meet his own. When he saw the beautiful sea-blue eyes, regret stabbed a this heart. She smiled at him, with the most radiant smile he had ever seen, and raised the glass towards her lips. Then she drank the water, as he stood there, patiently waiting for the poison to take it toll, yet it took his life instead.

Note: It’s Always a Dark Topic was the name of my portfolio in creative writing in high school. My writing style has since improved, but I’m still proud of the pieces I’ve put on my site. Looking back, I can see the beginnings of my style, but also some of the mistakes I used to make a lot. Overall, though, I am still proud of these, mostly because I greatly enjoyed writing them at the time. Enjoy

I.S.H.

The way is blocked.

Heavy, ancient chains

Block the entrance.

They keep this door

In its place.

The monsters

Reach and claw

From the other side.

They fight against these chains.

They are coming for me.

Ancient memories.

Old thoughts of hate.

Evil images.

Feelings of shame.

Hidden from truth.

The spinning wheel.

The passing faces.

The wand’ring thoughts.

The hiding wish.

All trapped, beyond that door.

Cracks have appeared

With the passage of time.

The chains have lost

Some of their strength

To rust and decay.

Someday,

They may break free.

Someday,

They may capture me.

It is only a matter of time.

The question is

What would happen then?

Would I win?

Or would they all

Consume me?

In another place,

In another time,

In another thought,

Everything is different.

Everything is changed.

The bright blue sky

Welcomes us.

It fills all with life,

And light.

And hope.

If we wander,

Then we end here.

Any who may waver,

Must return.

We know this place.

It is a safe haven

For before we move on.

We can only hope

To life out our days

In a place as peaceful as this.

All are loved here.

All are free here.

All are wanted here.

All are welcomed here.

In this place of peace.

The evil thoughts

Have no ground here.

They try to take us,

Only to lose eternity.

All are safe.

Someday, we’ll move up

To what is waiting beyond.

Always remembering

To say our goodbyes

For we never know

When the time will come.

[I have left out the last two lines here for reasons I will not specify. They are a translation to the effect of:]

Up to the gates of heaven.

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