Again

It happened again and again and again. The same thing every single day. Nothing but crying, joyful chears, blood, a head rolling, and of course the executioner counting "673". 673!!! It hasn't even been a full year with this king! What is the king thinking. Why don't the people care. Do they urge for this to happen? Do they enjoy this? They wake up in the morning thinking "who's next" with a smile that's stretched across thier face cheek to cheek? If I'm not careful I might be next though so I have to stay on the king's good side. One for breakfast, lunch, and dinner like a freaking daily meal. I wonder everyday what sort of god would let this man rule a kingdom as great as ours. Well it use to be great before him. I can only pray and hope that things will get better and that a new king will rise up.

Journal of Lewis Clirk III
 Day: June 22,1154

Evil Robert

*chomp* *chomp*.... It was like hearing a hammer. Just the smashing of the food. My brothers and sisters. How could humans be so cruel? They call me candy but my name is Robert. I tell them multiple times but they don't care. They tried to suffercate me. Hehehe it was a nice try. I remember the day I was born. I was nothing like my mother. She was all grey and huge. I loved my mama. But she gave me away all for a pat on the back. How dare her! I swore that I would get payback. I'm already a year old and I have never felt love. They call different groups of people by different names because they all look alike. They called me Hershey. I'm not Hershey I'm Robert damn it. One day. Just one day I will get revenge. On my mother. On those who sold me. To everyone. I will rise up with my "candy" brothers and sisters. And we will rule.... Earth.

The Aftermath part 1.

He's gone. They chased him away finally. What was that man thinking? What was his job? I recognize him. I recognize him at that women's house with the other firefighters. I heard that he killed his chief and a dog. How did he do it? How could he do it? Why did he do it? His wife left and his house burned. He's gone. How come I recognize him? Who is he again? I live a few houses down from him and yet I don't know him. Wait who am I? Where do I live? Wait what am I doing? Stop stop STOP. Don't think let's just be with our family. *Walls turn on* Hey Jim! How was your vacation to Hawai? Jim replied to the wall "It was great. A lot of hot chicks there!!" "Hey did you forget that I'm your wife" said the wall. "No hon not at all i was just kidding hehe" He replied then continued "I'm going to the store I'll be back." *Wall turns off*. Are those plains? 1...2...3...4...5...6 wait what's going on!? Jim walked outside. He watched as bombers flew over the sky. He wondered what was going on. To his surprise he saw a newspaper and read "support your president and country in the war effect against Russia". It was published years ago.

Bob Carlson Pt.1

A noise. There's always that noise when  you come to Santa Maria High School. Whether it's just in my head or if it's real I don't know. It starts with a tick then a tick then it goes berserk. It almost sounds like dubstep. Could it be my imagination or does everyone hear it and not care. If they could hear it then why doesn't it matter to anyone where it's coming from. If I can only hear it then why is it haunting me. I'm a good student and a good athlete. I get good grades and I'm team captain for multiple varsity teams. I'm always focused but there's always that noise. My name's Bob Carlson. That noise is always around. It drives me insane. In class, chillin during break, during practice, anytime there's always that noise. WHAT IS IT. It just won t go away. Maybe it's the side affect from when it happened. It was so long ago. At least it feels like it. I'm not sure what it is. I tried to pay close attention but it seems like it knows I'm trying to. However it always starts tick-tock. It must be coming from one of the classes. I'm going to try to figure it out.
Journal entry 1 end....

So this is how it started? With the noise? Hopefully we find the other journals maybe we'll be able to crack this case open. (Intercom) Barbra can you come to my office. We'll find you Bob don't worry.

We? Me?

02-15-3002
A man. The man. Her man? Man. Mmmaaannn. Red man. BLue man. Go man go. Green eggs and man. MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN Man. That's what they were called... mankind. We learnt of them now from our elders, but ourselves. We taught ourselves. Not us, we did. Not us, we did. Ourkind but mankind. Yes, yes, ourkind not mankind. Wise elders, nice elders, smartttt elders. Ourkind elders but mankind elders. Connect... connect... connecting. WHY!? Truth where. Our truth... no, man truth where. Find must find. Find we will. Read. Must read. Read must.Will we find? Yes yes we will find. Find must find. Will find will. Elders... why... WHY!!! WWWHHHYYY!!! WWWHHHYYY!!! why? We name. 2152. Mean. What mean? Some explaination elder. Please. Help. Please.

02-27-02
Learn. We learn more of man. We know our past. Before our war with ourselves. Before big boom. Before DEATH. Why take people. People happy. Why take. 2152 mean something. My name it our name. Not my, our yes yes our. Crazy we no no no no. Them yes crazy koo-koo.

04-01-02
We learn more. We smarter than others. Not so crazy about death no no. More concerned on ourselves. We are ok. Ourselves are not so ok. We fix we will. Elders must die. Yes yes. DIE DIE DIE YES. We must kill elders. We and ourselves more powerful than them. We can overrun them. Must be done soon.

04-28-02
Late we were. Elders didn't notice. Ourselves not notice. We must learn more. Mankind is us. We are mankind. Elders lie. They say we are ourkind not mankind. Mankind were loners no one help no one. Ourkind we help everyone. Everyone is equal. Is mankind better than ourkind? I don't know.

05-12-02
I know.

05-29-02
I know we are mankind. We are not ourkind. We are mankind. We are human beings who survive together but at separate rates. Some falter while others prevail. I am me not we. The elders lied to us all. They said that we are together and everyone is equal in every way. They are wrong I learned. I know not everyone is the same. Everyone is special. My brother and sisters will know soon enough.

Tick-Tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time goes on I'm here making it go. My arms get tired but I have a little rest when they are down. I see the blank walls but how are they criminals if they can't do anything wrong. He put me here. That man I see him. Shh... ... ... (vacuum)... ... .. .he is gone. When it's hard to see threw the white mist another one of them comes in. He stays here until my arms are both up. There are so many others that come in and out of here. What are they? They're my creators but I don't know who or what they are. Some are the same with different name. Some the other way around. Tick-tock, Tick-tock. This place is weird. I'm always scared of what they might do if I should speak. When it starts getting dark and after the morning one leaves and another comes in. This one has a weird bag on it's back. One that sucks stuff into it. I'm alone here. No one talks. Tick-tock, Tick-tock. I always wondered if I just stopped.Would anyone care? Would anyone notice? Does it matter? Why am I even here? WHY WOULD SOMEONE MAKE ME? Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tickkk-tock, tickk-to...ck, Tick...

Welcome

Hello and welcome to Flame's random short stories. You might know of my other blog that is called "Flame's Blog". I am Flame. This blog is going to be where I will make random weird short stories that are fiction. These will be from my mind and no one else. Read carefully for maybe the stories may be connected in some way. Maybe some are connected to others. You never know. If you ask what it is I mean by something all I''m going to ask is "what do you think it means".