Artorius' Freewrites(writing practice)

Two lights were visible through the mist. A charcoal black Chevy Camaro tore through the low clouds about ready to break the sixty mile per hour mark. Two bulky black vans were chasing the Camaro, tailing it on the right and left sides. However, the gap between the vehicles was starting to grow; the Camaro was pulling away. The spedometer was showing the car moving at excess of ninety miles, but it suddenly stopped. The black Camaro had hit an invisible wall and crumpled up like a tin can. The unfortunate driver of the car was ejected from the vehicle, thrown out of the front windshield.

The figure who was tossed out of the window lay flatly on the asphalt. He couged, and with each cough came a surge of blood from his mouth. The deep red oxygenated blood spilled out onto the ground and steamed. The man was not long for this world. Slowly but surely, the light that was his life began to fade and was extinguised. The mist ceased to cover the land, the darkness gave way to light, and the body which lay on the earth was lifted towards the sky.

I'm not what I said I was
But neither are you so shutup
Don't criticize, or ostracize
Forgive and forget, or be forgotten
Its a choice, I gave you a chance
A chance you've wasted, now its rotten
Leave this place, I hate your face
I built you up, now I'll break you down
Before I disappear

Today I saw the fire
Flaring up, intensely burns
I fell so far inside it
I was afraid I would be burned
Take this flailing body
Fill me up by darker means
Save love for the next life
My heart knows nothing but strife

Tomorrow comes my brother
His words are light, motives dark
We both despise each other
On each of us a separate mark
Our battle is eternal
Nothing can discourage me
Save peace for the next life
My heart knows nothing but strife

Yesterday is lost now
Ash remains, only ash
I lost my memories, how?
Pained to say a darkened path
Long ago the wrong choice
Ruined all I hoped to see
Save it for the next
My heart knows nothing but strife

In a great vision came to me
Visions of a most blackened tree
And hung by its black branches
Was he who never had chances
For he was condemned by Him
To commit the most dark of sins
To betray His son, the prodigal one
And once indeed the deed was done
Betrayed by his own guilt, he was hung
And there he stayed, body dying
Never to die, but his soul kept trying

The next night even clearer still
Was sent to me a vision filled
With wanton suffering and death
Many innocents took their last breath
Fire rained, and famine swept
Through the land where Ramses slept
Until he wept for a son who was dead
He was spared, to feel great dread
And forever be a witness to
The wonders which only God can do

And later again at the break of dawn
A vision came, brief then gone
Of a beast so terrible, so frightening
He passed before my eyes like lightning
A forked tongue, ten forked heads
Upon the black of hell he treads
With hooves, not feet
And ten mouths to greet
All who sin and all who cheat
The greatest of fathers
A Giod, a counselor like no other

Then I guess that makes you...



...The life of the party.