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Aeraie

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18-Aug-2011 00:02:03 - Last edited on 18-Mar-2012 18:09:11 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Res ipsa loquitur, or literally "the thing speaks for itself." Near the beginning of the Summer of 2011, I had an idea. That idea was to create an anthology of emotion, the anthology you're reading now. So, why would a teenage girl want to compile such a thing? Why would she even care?
I see a lot in emotion. It makes up our being and defines our personality, making us who we are. Without emotion, we would be but drones. Emotion is quintessential to all intelligent life for a reason. It creates love yet hate, and happiness and sadness. Has anyone ever asked you what the meaning of life is? It's to live, full of emotion, through one hell of a roller coaster ride that you've got to make the most out of.
Intrigued? Read on. And I do hope that this thread, these stories, and these emotions speak for themselves.
Table of Contents:
Page One:
1.1 Logo
1.2 Intro/ToC
1.3 ANGER BY AERAIE
1.4 Cont.
1.5 Cont.
1.6 Cont.
1.7 HATE BY WORF
1.8 Cont.
1.9 Cont.
1.10 FEAR BY LEBBEH
Page Two:
2.1 Cont.
2.2 SUSPICION BY BEEP282
2.3 Cont.
2.4 Cont.
2.5 Cont.
2.6 Cont.
2.7 Cont.
2.8 Cont.
2.9 DECEPTION BY AERAIE
2.10 ISOLATION/LONLINESS BY SNOWBUSTER
Page Three:
3.1 Cont.
3.2 Cont.
3.3 CAPRICIOUSNESS BY ENO REMNANT
3.4 Cont.
3.5 HOPE BY BEEP282
3.6 Cont.
3.7 Cont.
3.8 Cont.
3.9 Cont.
3.10 HAPPINESS BY AERAIE
Page Four:
4.1 Cont.
4.2 DESPAIR BY WORF
4.3 Cont.
4.4 Cont.
4.5 SADNESS BY AERAIE
4.6 Cont.
4.7 Cont.
4.8 Cont.
4.9 LOVE BY PAC THE GOD
4.10 Cont.

Page Five:
5.1 Cont.
5.2 Cont.
5.3 Cont.
5.4 APATHY BY POLYMATH
5.5 Cont.
5.6 Cont.
5.7 Cont.
5.8 Cont.
5.9 Cont.
5.10 Cont.
Page Six:
6.1 FINISH
Page Ten:
HORROR BY AERAIE
HURT BY AERAIE
Page Twelve:
12.9 GRIEF BY DYRNWYN
Page Fourteen-Fifteen:
DETERMINATION BY YAM42
TRANQUILITY BY DELNAZ
VENGANCE BY LUC ENSTERAT
Page Twenty:
DELUSION BY YAM42
Page Twenty-one:
ENVY BY CYUN

18-Aug-2011 00:02:55 - Last edited on 24-Jun-2012 03:54:21 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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ANGER
“W-why are you doing this to m-me?”
“Because I am angry.”
The room was blessed with a most beatific silence that rung through the air. It was quite a small room, with but one stool and four walls. Upon the stool sat a large candle, the wax forming a shell around the original shape. The walls were decorated brilliantly with stained blood, be it new or old. Night had fallen upon the world like a soft sheet. Tired from standing, I removed the candle from the stool, placing it on the floor so that I could sit. My hostage stared at me with two beady, fearful eyes; I simply returned the gaze with my own cold eyes of anger.
“B-but...” He trailed off.
“Why you? Hm, they always ask that. Now, let me tell you a story no living being has ever heard,” I chuckle for a moment before continuing, “My wife was diagnosed with lupus six years ago. Most days she was confined to a hospital bed. She lived through the universal healthcare bill.” I took a breath before speaking again. I tried to give my hostage one of my infamous devilish smiles, but as I tried the corners of my mouth shook. I clenched my jaw, reminding myself of the anger that consumed me. “On the August 19th, 2032, a bill was passed, revoking the former universal healthcare bill. I couldn't afford my wife's large healthcare bills without the universal healthcare. She did just fine for a while, but in early December the disease became the worst it had been since the beginning for her. I tried taking care of her in our home. I did. I promised her she would see the new year. She died on December 29th, 2032. She never got to see the new year I promised. And you know who's responsible? You are.” I licked my dry lips and gulped the emotion down my throat.

18-Aug-2011 00:02:55 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:33:32 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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“I'm just a member of C-congress. I just passed the bill because I thought-”
“You thought it'd be okay? Ooh, save money so you can get a bigger paycheck. Of course you didn't think about the hundreds, the thousands you'd kill by passing a bill. It's not your job as a government official or anything. Oh, wait a minute...never mind. You and the others who passed the bill are to blame. Don't fool yourself. Don't even try to fool yourself.”
“I didn't kill any-”
“YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!” I stood with my fists clenched, shaking with a damnable anger. My eyes were no longer of cold anger. They burned and boiled, erupting with the might of a thousand Mount Vesuviuses. Oh, how I wanted to tear the ignorant fool limb from limb. That would be a blessing for him, though. He deserves a nice, slow death, baking in his own pitiful blood.
“I'm...s-sorry,” He mumbled, stuttering as always.
“You're sorry? Two goddamn words don't give me my wife back. Two goddamn words can't reverse time. Two goddamn words can't change what you did. Two goddamn words don't make you any less guilty. So keep your two goddamn words to yourself.” With that, I reached into my bag to pull out a small knife one would normally use to carve pumpkins.
“Do you know what this is? Of course you don't. This is a pumpkin carver. I don't have any pumpkins tonight, so I'm going to carve into your skin instead. Don't worry, I'm reasonably decent at art. I'll make it look pretty,” I chuckled.
“You don't have to do this to m-me.”

18-Aug-2011 00:02:55 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:35:03 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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“Oh, my dear, I'm afraid I do. You see, when my wife died I had nothing to hold on to. Anger crept up inside my limbs like some sort of parasite. It consumed me, making me its machine, its slave. I must feed the monster of a thing so it doesn't feed on me. I'm angry at you and the others who passed this damnable bill, so every month I cut one of you up in this here room with this here knife and dispose of your bodies. I'm the Bill Killer and this is Volume One of my killings. Haven't you heard of me?”
“In an email-”
“You deleted? Tsk tsk. The others did the same. And look where you are now?* I laugh as a smile from hell grips my face. I edge closer to his body, thrusting my carving knife down. I stop suddenly right as the blade licks his chest.
“Any requests for a pattern?” I ask, laughing quietly to myself. He gave no response. I began carving, delicately making a loop in the design.
“This can't be real,” He whispered.
“Oh, but this is my world, where only nightmares are real,” I responded. I continued my pattern. Once it is finished, I dug harder into his chest over that same design, tearing through muscle until I felt bone. “Art is more abstract than paint and a canvas,” I started, “I myself prefer blood and skin. Don't you agree?” He was on the brink of consciousness, though, and didn't answer. As I finished the symbol, I could begin to feel his life ebb away into nothingness. His rash blonde hair was turning a pasty gray; his body was coated with a thick layer of sweat and his skin was lukewarm to the touch. His heart beat slower and slower, as if the weight of the world were upon it, preventing it from beating normally. Upon his chest I carved the ankh; the symbol of life. The thing my wife didn't have. I stood up, wiping my hands together. I opened the small door of the cabin, exiting the room so that he could die alone.

18-Aug-2011 00:02:56 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:36:19 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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“Later on I will dispose of his body and clean up,” I thought as I washed my hands off in the sink. I stripped the bloody cloth off of me and put on a new pair of boxers before I tucked myself into bed. I drifted into sleep.
Once again, the anger is satisfied.

For now.

18-Aug-2011 00:03:05 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:37:10 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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HATE BY WORF
--- Hate ---
It consumed me.
I sat in the back of a caged wooden wagon, hands tied behind me. The smell was horrible- years of men vomiting or soiling themselves formed an almost visible cloud of stench. The splattered skins and rotting flesh of tomatoes did not help any, either, but the jeering crowd outside continued to lob them at the cart, screaming their satisfaction.
I ground my teeth, trying to hold back my seething rage. This was unfair, unjust, downright wrong. Why would they arrest me, an innocent man? Isn't the old rule an 'eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth'?
That was the logic that I had used. But I interpreted it as a life for a life, as well.
A tomato sailed through the cage, splattering me in the side of the face. A woman outside yelled at me, her vocal chords laying bare the hatred that the general public held for me:
"Rot in the Pit, you son of a--!"
Her voice was lost as the crowd around her yelled their approval. But the words merely slipped through my ears, and fell down into the black pit of my soul. What they thought didn't matter. Nothing mattered any more, not after the murder of my wife.
It could all burn, for all I cared.
By now, my prison rags were soaked through with tomato juice and derisive spittle. I tugged at my bound wrists once more, hoping that the guard had done his occasional shoddy job of knot-tying. No such luck. Obviously I was too dangerous of a criminal to risk letting free.
And so the guard earned my hate as well, for preventing the completion of my true justice.
I thought back to why they had arrested me. It had been cold, just another dreary night in the back alleys of the Citadel. A tavern, literally bursting with light and warmth, had harbored the two men I was after. It was late, even for the myriad vagabonds that wandered the streets, and the majority of people were by now asleep or passed out drunk.
Perfect for what I was planning to do.

18-Aug-2011 00:03:05 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:47:15 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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I had walked in, a hood covering my face. Luckily, this was not a part of town that I visited often, so the merrymakers at the bar didn't bat an eye at my arrival. I found the door to the sleeping quarters in the back, and swept through as silently as the plague.
I stalked down a long, dark corridor, quietly peeking into each room to see the occupants. Finally, in the second room on the left, I found my quarry: a pair of men, rough-shaven, snoring loudly.
I crept over to the side of one bed, and stared down into the hated face of my life's bane. The smell of cheap beer wafted up on his breath. I wrinkled my nose in distaste. I whispered to the sleeping form, quietly pronouncing his indictment into the judgement room of the Creator.
And then, whipping out a blade from under my cloak, I stabbed down at the slowly pumping chest. His eyes flashed open, but it was too late; his blood spurted out of his mortal wound, as if it were eagerly escaping its black-hearted master.
I stood there, images of my dead wife and ransacked house flashing through my mind. Finally, my day of retribution had come!
A scream shattered my thoughts of triumph. Standing in the doorway was a servant girl, a bucket of once-fresh pump water gushing as it rolled around her feet. I leaped forward, and severed her throat, ending the scream forever- but not in time. Shouting men burst in from the mess hall, and seeing the dying servant on the floor, rushed forward to pummel me into unconsciousness.
The trial had only served to stoke my hate. I, the true hand of justice, sentenced to die on the gallows, while one true criminal still savored his liquor in public saloons!

18-Aug-2011 00:03:05 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:48:46 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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The cart rolled over a fallen brick in the road, jarring me out of my memories. The gallows were visible now; they stood silently, a gateway to the Creator.I merely glared. I could care less about whatever deity was about to seal my fate. I had already been through enough hell in this lifetime to last me an eternity.
Soon, after a further pelting of tomatoes and other projectiles, the cart stopped at the base of the wooden executioner. A door at the rear of the cart flew open, and the guards seized me, their rough grips dragging me out of the vehicle. I stood for a second, examining the crowd around me: all twisted, glaring faces, eager to see someone hanged for his transgressions. Then the guards heaved me forwards.
The sky was clear, sun beating down, and my eyes, used to the darkness of prison, burned in the light. I cursed the so-called life-giving orb under my breath. All it had done for me was reveal how hate-worthy this existence was.
I climbed the gallows stairs willingly. There was no use in escape. I preferred to join my wife.
A black-masked executioner walked up beside me, and slowly looped the noose around my head. I was glad for his mask; it was like seeing the face of god, the shepherd out of my misery, my hatred.
Once again, I looked out into the crowd, looking for familiar faces. I swept over the front row, and suddenly stopped, my eyes bulging.
Standing in front of me was one of my quarry.
The pit of my soul suddenly ignited, exploding with the force of a live volcano. I could feel a vein in my head pulsing, as my heart rate spiked. I started breathing heavily, spittle flying from behind my clenched teeth. I opened my mouth, and using all my strength, screamed my denouncement to him:
"Murderer!"
A clunk sounded, and for a second, my feet touched open air.
And I tumbled into the Abyss.

18-Aug-2011 00:03:06 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:50:19 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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FEAR BY LEBBEH

You stare into my eyes, fighting the urge to look away. Through your peripherals you can see that the room is white – is it even a room at all? You are shivering.
“Are you cold? Do you need a blanket?” you hear me wail as I crane my neck.
You reel back in your chair at the horror of my voice. You can** speak.
*Want some tea?”
I grin maliciously and you try to shout, but your lips remain in place. You are horrified by the white stumps that protrude from my gums; my jaws snap back into position and you jump.
You see me grab a kettle, gently pouring a brown substance into a dainty teacup. Your heart rate slows.
“Here you go,” I coo as you wiggle your tied arms. Your chair does not shift as you squirm.
I grin evilly again as I hold the teacup out. You stop floundering around and your heart rate quickens again as I drop the cup. It shatters on the floor, spilling the tainted water everywhere.
“Oh. Did I...”
You raise an eyebrow as I pause mid sentence.
“...scare you?”
You squirm in your chair again.

18-Aug-2011 00:03:16 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 00:55:37 by Aeraie

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