Without you, I'm nothing.

I owned everything to him. It caused him his life, and duly, served me right. The guilt fencing around my heart robbed me of every possible way of regenerating new cell membrane in my head. Those nights I've never thought I would make it and those times I've never thought of running through are all additional burdens. Who said What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? I am still standing here, with my two feet on the ground and both arms raising high, taking these fucking torments in my stride, not able to continue what I was supposed to. I was not made to be like what I am now, but I was forced to. I'd never believe in drinking my sorrows away. Now that I do, those enlightenment don't seem to make sense anymore. Does my wrongdoing serve any purpose? If that's so, please tell me so, GOD. Please grant me that halo you've given to countless of angels. I need it so badly than any other divines cause what these I've been through were much worse than anyone of them had! If I was the one at fault, punish me you bag. If you thought that having him gone could make my heart bled for the rest of my life, reflecting on the wrongdoing I'd make, well fuck you! If you believe in karma, I believe in having chain anal sex with all the Men in the Multiverse!

To my best mate, you're like a brother to me. My negligence cost you your life, I would never forgive myself. For everything that GOD had given me, I overcame them. Without you, I'm nothing. These eyes of mine seeing you all over me. This should be the solution to the root. I dug my eyes out and replaced with yours but it got worse.

Now, with my new looks exactly like yours, I thought this ordeal would stop but I was wrong again. Nothing exists without you. With you in and out of me, should I kill you a second time?

Face your darkest fear.

I was brought to reality once again. I woke up only to find myself contained high up in the sky. I thought I was falling down. I shut my eyes. But there wasn't any wind resistance. I peeked. No doubt I was still lying down, the bright blue sky was still there. I was still here. I was lying on thin air? I got up and felt the ground I was lying on. Glass. I was lying on transparent glass here in the middle of the skies? What the fuck? I stood up and trembled as I looked down what's beneath me. Forests, islands and waters! My legs failed me immediately. I collapsed on the glass. I was too high up here, I couldn't breathe. I gasped for oxygen and I couldn't believe it. The air up here was so fresh. Lying motionlessly, I was too afraid to move an inch. I was so scared that I would just drop. I was trembling with fear. What seemed to be for hours, I lied there, not moving a muscle for height was one of my greatest fear.

I felt a tingle in my spine. I heard it. A crack. I tilted my head and I saw something cracked. Another crack followed by a whole series of cracking sound! The glass was cracking! Oh no! I restricted my movement and slowly got up. The glass is giving way! I ran away from the cracking glass and away. The next thing I realised, I was running so far away. The entire ground I was standing on was glass and the cracking did not stop! It was spreading so fast that the whole ground would break in no time! The glass behind me cracked opened and the next thing I knew it, I was being pursuit by flying cockroaches! I ran as fast as I could. Imagine being chased by thousands of roaches and running like a lunatic in mid air. This must be another nightmare again! I must wake up.

Suddenly, the glass gave way. I fell. Down and out, I opened my eyes. Darkness surrounded me. I tried to reach for anything around me. I felt so itchy. I felt this lever on top of me and I pushed it open. I saw light and the box I was in was falling! I was lying in a coffin of roaches! Thousands and millions of them! All over me. I screamed as the coffin door shut itself on me. I felt these roaches reaching all over me and I was falling. As I lied in the falling dark coffin with roaches all over me, I knew it. All these, were not any of those nightmares I had before. They were my darkest fears. There wasn't any exit for me now.

The Sweetest Christmas Present.

There was this little boy named Evan. He was ten years old. All he wanted for Christmas was to play happily with his friends. But he couldn't even walk without gasping for breath, let alone running around with his friends. He spent most of his time on the wheel chair. The chemotherapy had shed all of his hair, leaving him with none on top. Looking like an alien from outer space, his face turned paler as each day passed by. It was soon to be. His time was in due course, leaving this world soon and having his days numbered. He knew all this but just by smiling all day long, he could keep everyone around him stronger, happier by each day.

One night, his younger sister, Alma was at home alone while Evan was away for chemotherapy. She always refused to let anyone touch her hair. She was obsessed with her silky long hair despite her young age. That night, she was ransacking the whole house for something. Finally, she found what she wanted. A pair of scissors! She looked in the mirror on the dressing table and started cutting her long silky hair!

Her parents and Evan were back. Alma rushed to the door. With her hair messed up, her parents were taken aback by what happened. Alma handed her hair to her bald brother and with a smile on her face,

Merry Christmas Evan, this is my Christmas present for you!



A story I edited from this video. Enjoy.

Merry Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas Eve to all! While all of you are enjoying, celebrating, partying and drinking, there is a person who is unable to do what you are doing. He is busying PROTECTING while all of you are counting down the Christmas. That person is not Santa Claus. He is no other than ME!

I hate my job. Well, I'll try to write a sad Christmas story for all of you guys to read.

Merry Christmas to you too.

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I can feel it.

Can you feel it too?

The Ghost Of You

It's enough, honey. It's time to stop this. It's been two and a half years. You do not need to punish me by doing this. Moreover, I did nothing wrong. It was you, remember? If I was the one begging for communication, then be it a one-way drive. But the communication I was pleading for isn't what you think it is. Just the two of us, and only consists what's between us, that's all. If you think having multiple parties is fun, like what history depicted itself, I won't approve that. Stop sending third parties like what you did all this while. You're not helping me at all. Your possessions are all stored in this silly little yellow box. A silly yellow box, that's all. Stop wasting my time. You are no longer here. I'm still a part of this world. Do me a favour, baby. Stop your hauntings. Those torments are alarming. They are tearing my head apart. It's going to burst any minute. Stop those ghosts from coming here again. It's getting nowhere, really. I've got over your death so please stop being selfish. Let me live my life. If all these hallucinations were genuine, then you're fake. Stop freaking me out, leave me alone.

Are you out there?
No, you're not.

I am afraid, so afraid..

Desaturated tragedy.

Well trapped in this transparent cube I called home, I'd sometimes yearned to roam the world on the other side. Though she provided me with everything I needed, I was never satisfied. From the color stones to the color marbles she changed, I'd never once interested with those. I only played with the mini soft ball she bought when she was around looking on. She did everything she thought was necessary to give me an extravagant life. She even placed our photo just outside my tank allowing me to admire. She doted on me so much. Lucky was the name she gave me but I did not even know her name! I was the luckiest chameleon. A pretty owner and a pretty cube I called home. What more could I ask for?

How I wish I could lie with you.

I turned blue. She had this guy to argue with every night. He was one of the ugliest man I've ever seen. He was much worse than her old man! If I ever had the chance to unleash, he would be dead before me. Why would humans like my pretty owner chose a beast like him to be a partner? She would cried for hours in front of me. I couldn't understand much. She was a human being afterall.

If you could give me one chance. Just once.

I turned red. That beast was staring at me. I couldn't tolerate his behavior anymore. Making faces and knocking on my tank, he was courting death! He reached in for me. My chance! I took a bite and bit off his finger! He landed on the floor screaming for help. I was out of the cube by now and I took my chance well. I reached my tongue aiming straight to his eyes. He was rolling on the floor helplessly. He grabbed my tail and threw me against the wall. I was so white. I couldn't breathe! I was gasping for breath as..

I died a happy pet. This tragedy.. is a worthy one.

She came into the room and scoped me up with both of her hands. She cuddled me and I felt tears. Finally, all those tears, these were for me. I smiled as she kissed me. I died a happy green chameleon. My death brought me life. Finally I repaid her. If there's one thing I could exchange my colors with,

I would like to learn your name.