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Aeraie

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...stared inquisitively into what could only be the living room.
Inside were about half a dozen middle-aged men and women, all of them sitting in exorbitant-looking armchairs, except for one woman, who was standing in the centre of the room. She held a glass of red wine in her right hand whilst using her left hand to wave mockingly and simultaneously pulling a distortional face. As William took another step forward, he realised she was impersonating someone, causing the other members of the room to burst into rapturous laughter by doing so.
As William’s eyes glistened as he stared at the woman, his body uncontrollably moved forward, like it had been pulled magnetically to the house. As his foot made an even louder crunch against several stones, the woman inside instinctively averted her gaze from her audience to William; the grin on her face quickly evaporating and condensing into a cold stare. William’s heart quickened as the woman rushed expressively towards the window he had stared through.
She unlocked the latch and fiercely pushed the window wide open.

“THIS IS MY HOUSE!” she screamed at William, who had already begun shuffling back nervously. “How DARE you invade my privacy. I’ve heard about you: the complaints of my neighbours of you peeking into their own house, and I’m warning you now...* her voice slowly quietened and she timidly used her hand to move her hair away from her eyes before calmly stating “I WILL call the police.”

Without even looking back, William, who was still very tense, quickly hurried away, and even though he could not see behind him, he knew that the woman was still staring.

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Aeraie

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* * *
He had been walking for five minutes, and although his legs were completely numb from the cold, William still walked at a brisk pace. The ground beneath him changed as he neared his home, previously, he had been following a footpath, however the ground he walked on now was soft, muddy and swamp-green. Less than five minutes ago, William had walked along a clean, tarmac-structured path, with daisies and buttercups scattered on the grass that had been right of the path, but now the only plant life was that of the lichen and moss that created a miniature swamp.
As the ground beneath his feet steepened, his breathing grew heavier as his lack of fitness meant he struggled to ascend the small mud trail that led to his house.
Finally, William reached the doorstep, if several slabs of four centimetre-thick concrete could be classed as a doorstep. He inserted his bronze key that was as cold as ice into the keyhole and with a firm push, he wedged open the rusted, stiff door and entered his house.
Despite the lack of central heating, William appreciated the minute warmth that emanated from his house.
Placing his coat on a nail that was hammered amateurishly into the wall, he looked one last time outside, down the reclusive hill and far out, to the small glow that came from the nearby village – his village, or at least it had been until the death of his wife forced him to sell-off the land he once owned so dearly.
His eyes staring blankly beyond life, William let out a long, poignant sigh before gently shutting the door, which made a small ‘click’ as the latch caught it shut.

The door was closed, and so was his gateway to life outside for another day.

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Aeraie

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CAPRICIOUSNESS BY ENO REMNANT
Capricious. Such a wonderful word. It essentially means to be fickle, to flit from fancy to fancy like a hummingbird moves from flower to flower. There is no logic to capriciousness, and it gives people who are capricious a sort of, alien form, something we cannot truly understand.
Of course, this is a story, not an excuse for me to twaddle on about capriciousness. So, I shall tell you a tale of a capricious adventurer of Runescape. Namely, me.
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I rise from my bed, yawning as the light of dawn streaks into my bedroom. I feel like breakfast. I feebly attempt to extricate myself from bed, before realising that the bed is still warm and comfortable. So I stay in it. What do I care for food when there is warmth and comfort?
Of course, only a minute after that, my stomach begins to moan. Just like my stomach, always has to choose the worst moments to make itself heard. So I throw off my blankets, stagger groggily down the stairs, and cook some pizza. Pizza for breakfast, you might be thinking, you're mad, is most likely what you're thinking. But what I eat is really none of your concern. Finally, the pizza is done, and as I take a bite from it, my stomach growls at me, telling me off for eating pizza for breakfast. So I decide to go do some skilling.
I pick up my Dwarvern Army Axe and tramp outside. How cool are Dwarvern Army Axes? I love them. I move to an oak tree, and begin the dull, repetitive process of chopping it down. Well, this is boring, so I'll go do some mining... Same problem there, let's go kill something.
I grab my Dragon Claws and go kill some chickens. Then I realise that I've killed hundreds. Oh no, how could I be so cruel? Must so many chickens die so slake my thirst for killing? Ooh, a guy with a cool helmet! I run over to the guy and ask him where he got the helmet. He tells me he got it from Fremmy Trials, whatever that is.

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Aeraie

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So I look it up, and it's a quest. I'm thinking, yes, a quest with a cool reward! So I head up to Relekka, and I start the quest. Then, I realise I need level forty-eight crafting. Well, there goes that idea. Why must quests have such high levels? It makes me so mad!
I go rage on a few Fremmys, then I see a guy wearing a chicken suit. It's so funny, I can't help but laugh. All of a sudden, I remember that I haven't eaten. So I head home and cook some bread, which I eat with much gusto. However, it occurs to me that I haven't eaten my pizza, and I feel guilty for wasting food. Then the feeling passes, and I suddenly remember how badly I want an Ancient Staff. So I go to do the Desert Treasure quest. Sadly, I don't have the levels for it. Now, unlike most people, I don't rage when I can't do something, I strive.
Now, I will work on my skills until I have the pre-requisites for the quest. Of course it's night time, so I'd better head home. I trundle along home, and am suddenly stopped by another player, saying he wants free stuff. I try to ignore him, but he keeps pushing, so I lop of his head.
The perfect end to the perfect day.
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Aeraie

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HOPE BY BEEP282
What goes through someone's head when something they want dearly is tossed just out of their reach? A series of emotions and thoughts that ravage through every defense, until they reach the heart. Here, they feast on the sadness that now inhabits it and try to ruin every part of the person. The damage that is inflicted by that moment last for a long time, and can only be healed by one thing. Hope. Hope of a new chance, a new quest, and a new opportunity to redeem one's self. This cycle is repeated many times through one's life, but sometimes a goal is so important to someone, that when it rejects them they fall hard. They fall deeper than the average plunge into despair. That is when the world becomes dark, and the person waits for someone, or something to turn the light back on.
All of my friends are gone, taken by the new government. Ever since the political party called the Yorks took over, my life has been a living hell, my family was probably dead, my dog was killed trying to save me from soldiers -most call them Yorkies- and my home was decimated along with every house in the entire south district. Now I'm hiding in the rubble of my old school from when I was younger. Bodies are strewn about the ground, and lights flicker on and off as if not sure whether they should light up the horror around them. Parts of the building have collapsed, and crushed any chance of survival for the people inside. I glance down at my chest, blood is pouring from the wound. How did I get it? I can't remember, there's so many possibilities. A shard of glass, one of the Yorky's machine guns, maybe even a rock, I didn't really care. Then a lightheaded feeling began to spread over me, spots swirled in my eyes. All is lost, nothing can save me, nothing, nothing...nothing...nothing.
"Hey! Wake up! Stay with me, we need to get you out of here!"

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Aeraie

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Blinking, I caught sight of the blurry figure of a woman shaking me. As my eyesight cleared, she smiled.
"I knew you were there! C'mon get up, we need to get out of here quick!" the woman said.
I looked down at my chest, there was a huge white bandage on it, but blood was starting to seep through. I coughed and spat out blood.
"What? Who?" I rasped.
"No time, just get up and come with me. The Yorkies are coming."
I scrambled to my feet as best I could, and stumbled behind her. She had a black tank top which was covered in mud and had a gun hanging from her shoulder. Her long red hair was tied back in a pony tail and it swung back and forth as she ran. I blindly followed her into a truck which drove off once we were in the bed of the truck. Sitting with us were three other men and two women. They all were caked with dirt.
"So where were you when the attack started?" one of them asked.
I groaned under my breath. The last thing I wanted to do was remember that painful day.
"I was playing piano at the local pub like I always would. Then the Yorkies came and wrecked the place. The only reason I got away was because the back door wasn't guarded. "
The simple statement sent me back through all of the horrifying things I saw over the past two days. Flashes of images I swore to myself I would never live through again zipped through my mind. Suddenly, I was sobbing. My head was in my hands, and tears streamed down my cheeks. The red headed lady put her arm around me, rubbing my shoulder sympathetically. The rest of the people just sat there, they didn't stare, nor did they try not to. Everyone had obviously gone through this exact moment themselves. I stayed like this for at least the whole ride. When the truck stopped, the others quietly and soothingly helped me out and took me into a house. Inside, I was taken to a bed and told to rest and that everything would be explained to me once I was well again.

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Aeraie

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The next day, or at least I think it had been a day, I was taken to a room, where multiple people were standing around a map. It was the red headed lady, a tall man who had muscles the size of my head, and a couple other people, a few of which looked familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place where from.
"I hope you had a good rest because you're about to be tested." the tall man said.
The red headed lady bumped him and muttered something like,
"Hey, take it easy!"
"There's someone here who wanted to talk to you. But we must get going and look for more survivors so you will have to talk during your patrol. She's already out in the rubble." the red head said in a much more soothing voice, "And by the way I'm Rose and this is Derrick." she continued gesturing to the tall man.
I nodded politely then noticed all of the stares at me. Then I realized, I had to answer.
"Oh I'm Ken, Ken Sterling." I mumbled.
Confusion reigned in my mind, as I pulled along by the other survivors. I was given a gun, some sort of vest and multiple other random supplies that I was supposed to use. All I could think about was who wanted to see me and what this organization was. Soon I was in the truck from before and watching the grey smoky landscape go by. Then suddenly it hit me, this rubble looked familiar, we were going into the part of the south district where I lived. And there, there was the bar, where I used to play piano. Oh no, I wished I would never see this place again, this is where my life was ruined.
What has happened to the world? A few days ago, I was just a musician finding the few jobs I could to get through life, now I'm wounded and in the back of a truck being driven back to the very place I hoped to never go again.

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Aeraie

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Suddenly, I was ripped from my thoughts as the truck jolted to a halt. Everyone jumped out and began running about the area searching for any sign that there was someone alive nearby. I slowly hauled myself out and began to look around. Then I saw her, a woman running toward me, a huge smile played across her face. She dodged around huge chunks of building and piles of dead bodies, her arms splayed out ready to hug me. I found myself running too, or at least my sorry excuse for running. Then we met, our arms clasping the other's back. My chest screamed with agony, but I didn't care. My sister was alive! For the second time, I became overcome with emotion and burst into tears, and I felt her crying on my shoulder as well. After a long moment we broke our embrace, and took in the sight of the other person.
"Kenny! It's so good to see you!" she said happily.
"It's good to see you too, Anne. God, it's good to see you." I answered, still shocked.
We sat together reminiscing about our experiences, talking about all that had happened over the course of the attack. Then we began searching through the rubble for more people. Suddenly, I found myself in the bar where I was first attacked. Anne walked up next to me, and noticed my alarm.
"This was the place. This was where they came, I was playing, and they just walked in guns blazing. It's so vivid, I feel like I'm still there, the screams, the gunfire, it's like it's still going on all around me." I said, choking over the words.
The place was pretty much destroyed, but miraculously the piano was untouched. It sat where it had before, as if nothing had happened. Anne noticed it too.
"Ken, will you play for me? It's been so many years since I've heard you play." she whispered.

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Aeraie

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I nodded and walked over to the piano. When I sat down a flood of emotions rolled over me and I gasped as if shot. I began to play. At first it was quiet, and shallow. I felt self-conscious as I noticed that more and more people were beginning to walk into the decimated room to listen. As I played longer, the music grew stronger, bolder and more joyful.. Then the music took me, it took me beyond the physical world and into world of pure emotion and feeling.
Soon, I lost track of my hands, and I was enveloped in pure ecstasy. All of what I was, and what I am fell into place. All the past events flowed through me, but not as they had before. I didn't dwell on the sadness and pain of the past, but released it into the piano. The attack of the Yorkies, hiding in the old school, my rescue, and of course being reunited with my sister, it all passed through me and into the music. Suddenly, one emotion in particular was lifted up among the others. Hope. It picked me up and soared through the chaos and madness that had enveloped the land, harmonizing with the music. Yes, bad things had happened, but I can overcome them. I can survive and protect the one bit of family I have left. Even with the entire world against me, I will retain my determination, and my hope for a new tomorrow.

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Aeraie

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HAPPINESS BY AERAIE

I stood in the garage, peering around corners looking for my ball when he silently stepped into the garage.
“Maddi,” he called out to me. I turned around to see his snickering face. He was about 9 at the time, 5 years older than I was. He had short dark brown hair and hazel eyes that always seemed to say that he was clear about everything, almost as if it were impossible for him to get lost. He couldn’t be taller than 5 feet, but he stood on his tiptoes just to appear taller. His face is one of the most familiar to me, as he is my older brother.
“What do you want, Torrey?” I grumbled to him. I lowered my head as to not look into his devious eyes.
“Come play football with me,” he replied with a steady voice. He always asked me to play football with him, even though I hated it. It wasn’t fair in my eyes; I was half his size and much younger. Besides, we had already played football that day. I did*’t want to play again.
“No, Torrey! We already played once today and it hurt! I don’t want to play again!” I softly screamed at him. My fists were clenched and my nails dug into the flesh of my palm. I had to hold my ground or he would get his way. At this point, I had looked up into his eyes. It was almost as if they were laughing at me and my pathetic attempt to resist.
He half smiled at me, almost as if he had something surreptitious up his sleeve. He crossed his arms and widened his stance. “Chicken!” he called out at me. His hands touched his armpits forming wings. Then he crouched down and looked me right in the eye as he began his first wave of attack. “Bwuk bwuk bwuk! Maddi is a chicken! Chicken chicken chicken! Bwuk bwuk!”
I stomped my foot. I hated being called a chicken, and he knew that. “Stop it, Torrey! It’s not funny!” I yelled at him with all of my voice. Despite my plea, he continued as if I had not even mouthed a word.

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