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The Angels Ascended ch. 1-3 Chapter 1The Angels Ascended ch. 1-3 by ~andrewmacauley
Regret
War… I used to think that the nature of war was solely to destroy, to tear people apart. Nothing good could ever come from war. I also used to think that I understood the nature of love, but love that blossoms in an office or in a bar and exists within a life lived in ease cannot compare to the love that one finds in a world lost to pain and death. It’s hard to truly know what it is like to need someone when you live in decadence. The moment the horizon turns to a bleak inky black when that first bomb goes off and all hope is lost, you finally come to understand why human civilization was able to advance as far
we are like the death in this, the solitary dance unending, we are like the deathwe are like the death by ~andrewmacauley
We find ourselves wandering
But we don’t know where we’re going
So we sit and wait seeming
To have abandoned our hearts’ yearnings
And begun the funereal processions
Dragging with us grimy headstones.
We march across a grassy field
Shackled in irons that will not yield
Pretending that they are for us a bezel
Fancying ourselves some kind of treasure
When in truth our worth would measure
Up as something not worth seizure.
Cold and gray the night sky’s pallor
Casts upon us a squalid demeanor.
Were we sentinels so sordid
Before we had this
everyday...story ch. 3 Chapter 3everyday...story ch. 3 by ~andrewmacauley
In hindsight it was probably a bad idea
Black. Everything was so black. A numbing pain stole the feeling of comfort from the pillow molded to the man’s neck. The dominant feeling in his body was one of pain; in his throat, he felt as if his stomach were trying to balloon its way out of the cavity behind his lungs and escape through his mouth, and the pain farther down was excruciating, like having a jagged metal pipe jammed in his gut. The tumultuous feeling in his bowels faded somewhat as the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the sound of air passing through his nostrils came to the forefront. In… out&
wasp by ~andrewmacauley
Sta.sh
