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S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1 of Awaking
Abandoned hospital beds block my way. I’ve had to turn back several times in the past 10 minutes, eventually resorting to vaulting over the obstacles myself. Only to be blocked by a desk, or filing cabinet, or wide trolley that can wheel only a small ways.
My hockey stick is still missing, and after literally tearing the room apart (both wallpaper and flooring have officially become nonexistent in that room) I failed to discover any secret compartment it could have been hiding in. I settled for nothing. I pocketed the black scarabs and set on a goal to reach the area of boxes and spotlights beside my ‘room.’ However, due to all the detours, I failed that endeavor too.
So here I am.
Middle of an abandoned hospital hallway thing with no weapon and damn jewelry pieces. I could hear them rattling in my pocket. The only thing that could have put the icing on the cake would be the homeless man
S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
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I woke up; fell out of bed. A bed. Not my bed.
The floor felt cool on my palms; a blur of greens and blues. Plastic. Linoleum. Hard.
I put one foot under me and stood to my feet, nearly falling over because my head felt so heavy. Black spots danced in front of my already blurred vision and I sat down on the bed behind me. Glasses. Where are my glasses? I smacked the bedside table, hoping to find them somewhere familiar... Yes. Acquired.
The room around me came into focus and I realized I was in a hospital, though I deducted as much. Sunlight was streaming through the window and there was a bouquet of dead flowers on my bed side table. Daisies. There wasn’t any water in them. No sh*t they died...
I walked over to the window slowly, half for the curiosity of what outside would look like, and half to see whether or not I could still walk. I could, though it felt odd and unfamiliar, as though my muscles were not used to thi
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Oh. Oh Hello. Hello. Hello there. Hi. I didn’t think of saying all these out-loud but somehow I accidentally did. I was saying hello to the long red tube protruding from my arm. Oh, hello. It wasn’t supposed to be red. I mean it probably was, but initially it was clear. That’s my blood.
I watched as it streamed up into a machine slowly, a bubble here and there whizzing past. Hello. The needle in my arm felt so weird. I followed the tube down to where the medicine tape was stuck on the inner side of my elbow. I had half a mind to pull it out, but I’ve heard awful stories of how the machine still goes but the tube isn’t hooked and so blood gets everywhere… I may as well just kill someone instead.
The clipboard beside my bed read ‘Franklin’. A series of boxes were checked off, indicating that I had ‘high levels of cholesterol’ and ‘normal blood pressure’ an
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My mind is on. I felt the wires running through my brain spark to life, sending electricity down my spine and igniting every circuit running through my arms. Arm. One arm was whirring, gears turning and lights blinking. That’s only what my mind told me, as if everything contained in my cranium was the fastest high speed computer in the world. As if I could see everything without my eyes.
My eyes flickered open, making noises in my head like camera lenses flexing. Everything was high definition; I could see the buildings and trees that were over 100 meters away. I felt myself zoom in even closer after that, and had to close my eyes because my stomach told me I was going to be sick. There were no spots behind my eyes. No red hues or anything that indicated ‘eye lids’. Rather, there was only darkness, with some green lines and lights that resonated with my head as ‘good’. Everything was of good stat
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I, Soci, opened my eyes to a gray light. I’m sure more colour could be exposed to this room, had the shutters actually been open. But they were closed, and served more as a trophy case for dust rather than their real purpose. That’s the first thing I noticed – the second being the tacky wallpaper. The third was the monitor beside my bed beeping softly. I wasn’t expecting that. Where the hell – Why the hell … What?
Trying to ignore the machines buzzing and beeping and fluid-ing around my head (if ‘friend-zone’ can be in Oxford’s dictionary, so can ‘fluid-ing’) I tried to avoid looking at my arm, feeling that there was a series of tubes and needles helping me stay alive. It was then that it dawned on me that there was something attached to my nose, and it took another second for my brain to realize it wasn’t doing the breathing. I flailed and smacked my fa
I still can’t believe you’re not here. It’ll be seven years in April since you passed on and yet I feel somehow you’re still here. Maybe it’s the watch you left me? I still wear it, almost every day. I continue to feel that you’re close by just by wearing it. And the idea of it, that of Time, makes me feel like you left me something priceless. Every time I look at this watch of yours I feel I can understand Time a little more each day.
You may know this already, but I’m living in Istanbul now. I moved here to be with my fiance, a Turkish girl named Dilan. We’re very close and she fits into the advice you gave me to “stick with a girl who really loves you; don’t let her go”. It would have been nice to have you meet her. I know you’d love her like me. There’s something about her that is unlike any girl you can imagine
AhoraTú no lo sabes, pero hace tiempo que te conozco. He nacido contigo, he crecido contigo. Veo todo lo que haces, y me da pena que no utilices todo tu potencial. El mundo no tiene límites, pero tú te empeñas en ponerlos.
He visto lo que te frustran esos límites, y creo que estarías mejor sin ellos. Tú vales más que otras personas que se dedican a seguir una vida programada, tú eres más impredecible, y eso capta mi atención. Ahora estamos aquí solos. Ahora es el momento perfecto para jugar. Ahora, vamos a olvidarnos de todo. Ahora, demos rienda suelta a tu imaginación.
¿Estás preparado? Sí, lo estás. Lo has estado esperando mucho tiempo. Tienes un mundo en tu mente, y ya hora de que ese mundo se muestre en todo su esplendor. Despliega tu creatividad. Rompe los límites. La frontera eres tú mismo. Eres un diamante en bruto que puede hacer maravillas, pero te de
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-30days- Day 11
Day 11 put your ipod on shuffle and write out 10 songs
Another Brick in the Wall Pink Floyd
Cosmic Love Florence and the Machines
I Won't See You Tonight (part 1) Avenged Sevenfold
Takes Me Nowhere the Offspring
Bones the Killers
Mylo Xyloto Coldplay
It's My Life Bon Jovi
A Change of Seasons Dagrahamcracka
... I have a weird diverse music library. Deal with it.
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