Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELI by JAStar4, literature
Literature
Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELI
SIRENS ECHOED THROUGH the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He heard a computerized voice repeat the message in his ears, "It happened."
He raced through the building, passing statues of familiar faces. He knew almost every one of their names. He had no time to spare.
Eli ra
I Never Knew You by Venice125GilmoreNT, literature
Literature
I Never Knew You
Although you created me
I never knew you
Although as a babe I was displayed in your arms oh so proudly
I never knew you
Although I carry the name that you gave
I never knew you
Although your face and mine, are exactly the same
I never knew you
Although my presence you briefly graced
I never knew you
Although as a child, once - maybe twice - I felt your stranger’s embrace
I never knew you
Although as a teen my life became suffocating
I never knew you
Although I grew weary of constantly fighting
I never knew you
Although as an adult - for a short while - I lost my way
I never knew you
Although the debt was steep that I had to pay
I never
I was born ready to die
I don’t know why
Life has never intrigued me
I’ve always wanted to be somewhere else
In the clouds, far above the atmosphere
I don’t care
Death has never held fear in me
Only peace; sweet, lovely peace
I’ve never feared the deep, dark grave
Maybe because the other side of darkness is so fascinating
Golden streets and a big buffet
Or so I’m told
Treasures far beyond what the eyes can behold
I’d give my last breath to see it all
I came into this world ready to go
And until I do, my spirit will find no peace or rest
Living is a burden, but death is a dream
A long life is wasted
There were days I doubted I’d make it through the storm
And each trickle of shame, each moment of pain, each year the same, oh how I mourned
But, just like the blind, I groped alone empty walls, hoping to find a light
While in the dark, my weary heart cried out to give up the fight
There were days when the battles raged so deep inside
That I made a deal with the devil to be my guide
But the emptiness of his wisdom only lead me astray
And the sacrifice of his prize was too high a price to pay
There were days I feared my soul would be consumed by the fires
And my wretched tears would conquer my desires
To escape such clinching woes
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I never stood a chance.
My lower extremities perform,
faced with the slipperiness of it all.
The crowd expects a fall
for the Grand Finale. Satisfaction ensues.
My lower limbs end the dance with a plié
and I feel equilibrium
abandoning my company.
The floor is merciless -
as always. It hits me
with the force of gravity
and my weight
combined. Math isn't an ally.
The impact leaves a wound and I lick it.
It's bittersweet. It smells
like alcohol.
I was offered
a different kind of inebriation
that night: an Eau de Cologne composed
of delight with a top note of injury.
I learned to use it every day
and to be eager for it.