Delirium~Part 6 So here's Notes of the Insane, part two. I guess I should right down some memories here and there. Just in case I start losing them, I can always read to remember. First off, my name is Reed Buckley. My parents are Venessa and Charles Buckley. I'm a student in West Scranton High School. Softmore year. I've never been to popular. Not really a social person. I just go along, doing my own thing I suppose. I've been picked on relentlessly for a long portion of my life. Just a bunch of knuckle-headed assholes if you ask me. Shit doesn't really hurt me. I'm getting pretty fed up with it though. No brothers or sisters. My parents were good with just one. It's better that way I guess. I wouldn't be the best role model. I guess you can say I have a soft spot for video games and stuff like that. A couple internet buddies and I get together to play stuff online pretty often. We haven't really seen each others faces or anything though. B
BittersweetYou tend to be...unpredictableYou swing back and forthAs if a grandfather clock's pendulumCradled your behaviorLike a small child.When I need a pillow,You are a stoneCold, hard, indifferentTo the thingsThat require emotion.When I need a pillar,You are an empty spaceA void, a shell, a huskTo the thingsThat require support.When I need an answer,You are a questionA riddle, an enigma, an unsavory puzzleTo the thingsThat require knowledge.You are a rose's thornA tart delightSour, bitter, harmfulTo the thingsThat matter most to me.But, when I need an embraceYou are thereStrong, warm, lovingTo the thingsThat bring forth light.When I need to hearYou are a speakerKnowledgable, wise, truthful (maybe too much so)To the thingsThat require advice.And when I needed a heartYou gave me yoursA strong, loving, beating heartTo the thingsThat require rythym.You are a flowerIn a field of weedsDedicated, tough, beautifulTo the thingsThat matter most to me.You ten
Castaway~Part 7 Why, your father was an architect for the king himself! While you advised, you watched him make beatiful homesteads for workers and improve on the castle. He taught you everything he knew, as if he could see this moment in time. You're perfectly prepared. But, there is the trouble with your supplies. You have to decide what to do with them. It was hard enough carrying the little that you had. Dragging it through the forest seems unrational. And if you do, you won't be able to carry that much lumber with them. But, leaving it here might encourage theives. This will be your descision to make.A. Leave them here.B. Take them with you.
For Sword and Honor~Part 39 "Noah Lynwood! You are Noah Lynwood, correct?" the man asked. "Yes. That would be me. Why do you ask?" Noah responded. "I bring a message from his royal highness himself." The man hands the letter to Noah. Noah unfolds it and starts reading it allow. "Dear Noah Lynwood, I have good reason to believe that your guild has been...recently demolished. Frankly, it surprises me that you would degrade yourself in such a manner. But, you lowering yourself is none of my current buisness. At least, not in this letter. I have sent this to give you an offer. I assume you have heard of the four directional Acadamies of Combat and Magic. Well, consider this letter as a passport to enter the Academy of the North. That's correct. You and any other you so please can enter at your expense. I wish for you to take my offer, as an apology for your brother. Royalty should be better defended. Signed, Your Royal Highness." &
Delirium~Part 3 So I've went through a couple more questionings. Some stuff was familiar, like what the police and Mrs. Dustin told me. However, I did come across some new information. Zach Turning, a freshman in high school that lives with his aunt presently has had experience with this anomaly. Apparently, his mother went crazy and almost killed him, left a scar on his chest. This was new. None of the other reports speak of mature adults being victimized by the insanity. Most of the reports range from middle schoolers to eighteen year olds. Knowing that more people are affected is helpful. And dangerous. It makes it all the more possible that I can be affected. The thought itself is fairly terrifying. I tend to like being in control of my own body, if you haven't noticed. Knowing that I can turn into a muderous pychopath isn't a comforting thought. All the more reason to be cautious around here. The process is starting
Delirium~Part 2 Well, it took a long ass time, three cups of coffee, and plenty of patience, but I'm finally in Scanton. The first person on the list is a widow, Martha Dustin. She was one of the first people to call in about this. In her report, she said her son had gone crazy and brutally stabbed his father, Stewart Dustin. This happened a while ago, but I should remain cautious. It would be best to try and remain from crossing any lines.*End of note* Carly walks up to the door of the house. She blows a strand of black hair from her face and knocks on the door. She patiently waits for anyone to answer. A woman, with chesnut hair put into a bun opens the door. "H-Hello?" she mumurs. "Would this be the house of Martha Dustin?" Carly asks in return. "Yes. That would be me." "My name is Carly Hawthorne, Ms. Dustin." Carly presents her badge. "I'm a police dectectiv