Angels Vs. Demons

Reasoning and Musing

DepressedDuck — Mon, 15 Jul 2013 05:10:30 GMT

The Fire was dying, embers hot, though the flames had long subsided. As she stepped into the clearing she noticed it, the man in front. He was warming his hands, with a travelers pack by his side. He glanced up, with a strange look upon his face.

His face was blocked by an orange hood, his mouth barely visible spelling out the syllables: "Greetings, young one. From where do you come?"

"Umm..." Unsure of trust, she gave an answer in umms and errs.

A deep chuckle came forth from the throat of the man. "You are lost, are you not?"

She nodded.

"Sit by the fire with me. I am no threat."

Feeling strangely comfortable in his presence, she sat on the grass on the other side of the dying embers.

"I come from a land unbeknownst to you, and I bring tales. I am a teller of stories, a bank of knowledge. I have a story to tell, as do you."

"But...I don't have any stories to tell-"

"Nonsense. Everyone has at least one story to tell: Their own. The one I speak tonight is not one of these, but one of strange truth."

She sat and listened.

And he began.

"Long ago, as most stories are, there lived a boy. Not a man, just...a boy, for now. He spent his days divided into 2 lives.

"In one, he was a man of the ordinary, one of he folk you see on the city street or the town square. That was not how he always lived, however.

"He had a secret, second life he told no-one else about. Behind locked and closed doors, he was known as "DepressedDuck."

"What did he do behind those closed doors?" She asked.

"He told stories. He had friends with him, all telling stories. He used to be the knight protector, the grand king, occasionally a poor soul, but he told stories. He loved it.

"One day he woke up, to find that he wasn't himself. Everything changed, his perception went on end. He started educating himself more, which made him smarter, but dug into time on his second life. He would disappear for days on end, locked in tomes of knowledge and symbols of ancient Greek jargon. He was not happy.

"One day He had to leave for a long time. By this time his friends hardly knew who he was, and he dissipated, lost in tomes.

"He spent a year and a half, isolated from the world he used to know, and was introduced to a thousand more.

"And even when he could come back...he didn't. He just stayed away. He figured he was nothing more than specter to his friends, if they were even his...friends anymore, or even if they occupied the same life.

"Then one day, while digging though his past, he found his way back.

"Things were different.

"But his friends were there, telling stories, laughing, having fun a world away.

"Did they know him, did they care? He wondered, and thought, mused and bemused."

The stranger reached behind him, and through a log on the fire. The flames shot up for a moment, reflecting back grey-blue eyes, fogged with memory.

"I was that boy. But I am now that man.

"And I still can open the door to that world. And one day I may write stories again. But for now I am simply a man who writes. A man who cares. And still a boy at his very core."

"But you said-" She said.

"I'm sorry. You need to get some sleep. I have stories to write, and memories to re-collect."

And with that, he sat back down and watched the fire as it slowly faded to black.

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Creation100 — Fri, 03 Aug 2012 01:56:29 GMT

I'm doing this on my phone so it's pretty different. Anyhow, during the summer, July 29th to be exact I was helping my aunt move into her new home. I had already moved a bunch of boxes inside wanting to prove my worth. Lol My mom's back was bad so I kept rushing to get things so she wouldn't have to pick anything up. Through my stupidity I was trying go down stairs with my hands full of boxes. While on the last step I missed it and my foot angled downward, sadly that really screwed me and I tore 6 legiments and received a grade 4 sprain. The doc explained I would have been lucky if I had a broken ankle. I was like damn.. I flirted with the nurse and got blue for my best friend and ex lover because she had been there for me when I was down. So I'll be in a cast till August 14, after August I'll be in a boot. Which I already got it was pretty cool! Lol

So

Ilovedogs2 — Fri, 13 Jul 2012 04:55:57 GMT

well my thoughts have been so jumbled up that it isnt funny at all.

i mean my highschool life wasnt even near perfect.

i have failed in two of my relationships which ended badly. however its junior year and im kind of aching for a support from the opposite gender.

problwm is i dont have many guy friends. most of them are just wave hi or ignore me. i dont have some close ones at all. which is a very big problem. so now i have a heartache for someone...and i just someone help me end this pain and love me for who i am.

these days i feel lonely since its summer. if this was still school, i would have been hanging out with friends and such. summer is a pain when things become HOT and LONELY. i just want some comfort and maybe a crying shoulder to lean on. its painful to those have experienced love, but later just thrown away like trash. it hurts more than any feeling. what do i do now? i just want love and comfort with me.

sometimes i wish i was still in school because of my friends in classes and lunches. not the case now. i wonder what i should do now? this is a dilemna. not only that, watching the two lovers blossom together is a pain. A roar of emotions surges through me. Jealousy, envy, sadness, frustration, happiness, and the occassional anger.

i yearn to be loved and held closely.Sometimes when the sadness really hit me, i cry myself to sleep which takes a lot in order to be done. or maybe guys dont like a quiet girl. i dont talk much really and sometimes im bullied that way. is this too much to ask for out of a guy? why cant i be like them? why do i have to be so unlucky? i just want answers and maybe a guy.

i sometimes wish i could be a talker. i mean not talk your ears off or anything. im just a silent girl that is full of pain and sadness. why? an ache for a good relationship and a long one. however i might not get that. i only have two years left of highschool before college hits. maybe i'll get better luck in college. for now, i will have to find a way to halt this pain and sadness of mine.

Life face-punch.

DepressedDuck — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 22:12:07 GMT

Life has really been cutting my neck off lately. It's starting to get annoying how less frequently i can get on. With Easter and all.
But, i managed to get a small piece of writing done and inserted into a small competition... Magazine thing. Hopefully it's submitted. It's the worst piece of writing i ever did.

I call it flint. It's about the recent death of one of our cats. It's horrible.

2 days before I saw Flint for the last time.
As I entered my mother’s bedroom, she was sitting on the bed, watching me with a calm expression. The bedroom had been closed off, to give her peace of mind in her last days, without the distractions of our other 2 cats. Flint never was much of a cat for attention. She was a calm, calculated cat, older than me, a relic of our past life in England. Her fur was as black as night and as smooth as velvet. I stroked it now, feeling its soft fluff, and she stared at me, with a look that spoke: “I know you”.
That surprised me. As the brain tumor slowly made its way through her brain, her memory had gone. Sometimes I could hear her meow, trying to remember where her food and water was, the litter box, even though the distance between them and her was a couple of feet. The fact that Flint, who I had seen irregularly, the last time a few weeks ago, had remembered me touched my heart.
I sat down with her on the bed. Mom came up behind me.
“This is probably the last time you’ll see her.” She said. The emotion in her voice, even though she was trying to stay strong, was thick.
“I know. That’s why I’m here.” I said, giving her a scratch behind the ears. She stretched out. Over time, she reacted surprisingly calm to every action. A few years ago she would have never laid on her belly for me. Now she was so relaxed…
“That’s why I’m saying goodbye.” I added, standing up. She was 17. She had lived through so much. So much…
The Doctor said that she would feel no pain, only confusion as her surroundings deteriorated. The family agreed that if, in time, Flint could no longer remember us or her surroundings, mom would put her down.
But she beat us to it. 2 days later, my mother woke up to find Flint, laying on the ground, her body still and cold. I saw her, placed a hand on her. She felt like a velvety rock, a still soul where there had once been light and life.
3 days later, the family gathered around the side of my grandfather’s barn. Mom, Grandma, Even my divorced father, everyone who had known her and cared for her gathered around the hole in the ground, dug for the occasion. With care and respect, Flint’s body was lowered into the hole.
Silently, we covered it up, for words were not required to describe how much we missed her and cared for her. She now lies next to our other deceased felines. May she rest well.

P.S...I've been noticing people on other games i play named Toxic and Equinox. I wonder...

UNSURENESS

DepressedDuck — Fri, 16 Mar 2012 19:18:38 GMT

I'm killing myself over this.
Re-join...Abandonment...It's like a tornado in my head. WHY can i not agree on something like this?
I don't know. I probably never will.
....
Suddenly, decision.
I'm coming back.

Earg.

DepressedDuck — Tue, 13 Mar 2012 21:03:25 GMT

I just realized i had not visited the site in a while.
This made me feel bad. It's just that the new stuff, the new crap i'm being introduced too, is overwhelming my senses. I procrastinated too long.
I'm starting to become more angry with myself, and others. I am becoming more cynical. Maniacal.
I could start RPing again...
That would mean abandoning my real life friends, becoming an alien member of the community. In some ways it's good.
In others, bad.
I always enjoyed the view of myself as a loner, a man who runs his own life outside of others.
But is it worth the abandon of my real life friends who i have made the leap to acquaintanceship with?

Anger and frusteration

DepressedDuck — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 01:38:24 GMT

Today i got mad at a friend online.
Real mad and frustrated.
About an hour after the incident 2 other friends called up. They got bitter silence from me.
I calmed down after a while, and called the friend back. We made up, and everything is normal now. We had a conversation, and i described my feelings. He said it was just a game.
And it was. I'm letting games affect my mood in real life.
I can remember back, time after time in my RP career, when I let things that happened in the role plays affect my mood and feelings. When something frustrating happened to my character, it reflected in me.
I let the frustrations and anxiety's of games get to me.
I really need to stop that.
I'm saying "I" too much.

Hello.

DepressedDuck — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 19:50:47 GMT

I have noticed that this blog is sorta...
Abandoned. Like ghost town abandoned.
So i will transform this into my own personal blog. This will serve 2 purposes...
1) To prove i am not dead, and...
2) To show people WHEN and WHY i will be gone for long periods of time.
Thanks, and have a nice day.
~Duck