photophobic

It lies in wait deep inside the realms of everyone's mind, a bomb snuggled and hidden comfortably amidst love, joy and misery. It is silent, and will always be, until a trigger summons it. Most have no control over the beast within, because it lunges and unsheathes its claws when we least expect it, rushing full force and slamming into us; and we explode, with anger. The beast puppets for a few moments, pulling strings to say words only he means, strings paving to destroying relationships. It survives only with a single purpose: to kill friends and family. For that few precious seconds it has control, the beast will make full use, it is clev

My initial steady, methodical footsteps quickened and ran out of rhythm as the rising impatience urged me faster like an invisible guide. As I hurried down the small narrow street the sky grew darker as gray ominous clouds begin to converge into a sinister mass overhead; the atmosphere on the street had gotten drearier by the second, a silent miasma had settled over this town. I was not alone on this street. There were others, but they were different. They were… sick. Many lay sprawled on the concrete sidewalk, limbs bent in impossible angles, creating very unnatural postures. Their faces had agony written all over, their breaths shallow and