Torturous

This method of torture, ah, how much greater it becomes when silent, when no words travel and instead, infecting the soundless space. And I, foolish as I am, let it drag on. I say nothing, and nothing was all that mattered. Oh, yes, innocent nor guilty was I to accept this punishment. And yet, I endured. This torture. When will it end?

Dissatisfaction

Unfulfilled greed is easily one of the most torturous condemnation. While greed itself may very well become the destruction of mankind, leaving these wants unsatisfied drives the very nature of humans into a state of depression and hopelessness. This feeling, so incredibly powerful, can only be avoided by rare peoples, who are born without the sweet taste of luxury and only the dullness of the mundane. These people, often in the lower portions of society, will thrive as a whole and survive in which those addicted to this dangerous drug will not.

Mistake

In that brief moment, in that short time that should not have implicated such a heavy wound, I made a single mistake. One that is so irreversible, so permanent, and so...unforgettable. That momentary breath of air, that tick of the secondhand, spilled a stain onto the thread that is my life. A chain of events that shouldn't have happened and yet, did. The loud clang as the chain is broken and then latched onto another. This rang in my ear, echoing, torturing me. Then, a rush of thoughts drowned my head and I questioned myself. Why? Still, as this inevitable truth reached me, I walked away.

Strangers

What influence do these strangers that I see have over me? From the billions of unfamiliar faces, which will I grow to love and which will I betray? These strangers that I pass each day, what significance do they hold in my life? And after I know their names, what expectations do I have of them and them of me?

How is it possible, that, from these people I've never met, I can form a bond that is so unbelievably consuming? How can these people make me so blissful or depressed? What was it that attracted me to them in the first place? Was it unconditional love? Or was it simply curiosity? And if I was ignorant? Would I be happier? Sadder?

Phenomenon

It is to the misfortune  of the few selected mortals who encounter with the supernatural that, from those few, do not survive to tell the tale. Despite the rare fools who wish to come across such a suicidal stumble into what they deem to be magic, it is those most unexpected who meet with things so foul. It is to the fault of human nature that simple fear has subdued the belief in the paranormal and it is perhaps also due to fear that the naked human eyes have dulled to preclude the magical fiends who are simply unseen--hidden in the population. Nevertheless, until the judgement of the creatures that hold the key to the fate of men is decided, catastrophe has yet to befall upon the earth. Before then, however, let those who live and remain relatively sane be of significance, for their confrontation with near demise is nothing minute.
~From my short story, Phenomenon, written for English class

Epic Questions

What is the purpose of mankind, lest it be for supremeness or dominance? Shall our reason of existence be for each other, strangers we have never met, or those close to us, some of whom will stab a heart wound deeper than any other? Why do we try to answer the most difficult questions, when even the simplest ones cannot be tagged with a basic answer? Why do we feel greed for happiness, when in the end, that same greed brings about nothing but tragedies? Why do we smile and laugh when in the back of our minds, the constant reminders of corruption in the world remain? What is a dream? Or courage? Or even happiness? Where do we find answers? Will we ever? These are the epic questions that we have always asked but never spoken, pushed to the nether regions of our consciousness.