“Bringing down lightning”

I first saw the man bring down lighting when I was a young kid. The man would come to our little town and perform to us once a year.

I remember how we children watched and tried to remember all the moves he did. Tried to Remember because we wanted to be able to do what he always finished his shows with doing.

We wanted to know how the man was able to bring down lightning.

Those days where good, happy, and I didn’t have a care in the world. Except one, I wanted to, no I needed to, find out how the man was able to bring down lighting.

It was all I could think about, all I wanted to think about.

My father would always sit out on the porch and complain about the sound, and he would always be in a grumpy mood when I got home. But I didn’t care about that, all I cared about was finding out how the man was able to bring down lightning.

My mother always told me that I should grow up and not a magic tricks. But I couldn’t, she didn’t understand that this was the only thing I wanted.

I wanted to bring down lightning.

But I was a child, what did I know about magic? Nothing. And in my naive young mind, I thought everything was real.

I thought the man broth down lightning for real.

And I wanted to do the same.

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“Why she left?”

I remember coming home that night. Coming home to our house and finding her gone.

Finding out that she had left. Taken all her things and left.

I didn’t understand at first.

What had she done?

Where had she gone?

What could I have done to make her stay?

All these questions raced around in my head as I tried to get a hold of her.

She didn’t answer her phone that night. She didn’t want to talk to me. She had left and I would have to come to terms with that.

I would have to understand that she was gone and wasn’t coming back. That this was the bed I had made for myself and I was going to have to lie in it.

But I couldn’t understand why, I couldn’t understand what it was I had done.

I didn’t understand what I could have done different.

I needed to talk to her. I needed to understand why she had left. But she didn’t answer. She didn’t care about me anymore.
Or maybe she did. maybe she loved me and that was she left.

Maybe she left because she loved me so much that she couldn’t stay and watch as I slowly killed myself. Maybe she was right in leaving that night.

It was for the best.

Not for me.

But the best thing for her.

And I hope that I can understand that one day.

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“Out of time”

It’s here. I can feel it. I can hear it.

It’s come to get me. To get me before I tell someone what I’ve seen.

It’s crawling across the floor in the other room.

I can hear it.

I have to get out of here. I have to tell what I know.

Just a few more days. That’s all I need.

I need more time.

I can hear it outside my door. It’s trying to get in.

What am I going to do?

I search the room for a way out.

There’s nothing.

I can’t get out.

I just need another day. Just one more day to tell someone.

One more day and I’ll have done enough.

My door’s breaking.

I can see its face. Its claws.

And I know its got me.

It’s over.

It crawls through the hole in the door and across the floor towards me.

All I needed was one more day.

All I needed was a little more time.

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“Forever lost”

I’d never seen someone like her before. And I fear that I never will.

She was one of a kind, unique.

And she was all mine.

She was mine for as long as I didn’t push her away.

She gave me everything, she gave me her heart, and what did I do?

I Threw it away.

I squandered the opportunity I was given.

And I lost her.

She was what every man dreams of, Beautiful, kind, loving.

And I threw her away.

I made her leave.

It was my fault, none else’s. I know that now.

But still, I can’t help but think that I might have one more chance with her.

That she might one day come back.

And that I could make it right once more.

I know it won’t happen, but I can’t help but cling to the dream. To the hope that the chance will one day come.

That she will come back and not be lost forever.

 

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“An answer”

It’s been a long time since I last felt this good.

Since I last felt that I could wake up and not dread the day that’s ahead of me.

What changed?

I can’t answer that. I don’t know what changed. I woke up one day and felt good.

Felt like I could take on the world.

I’ve spent years trying to feel this way. Trying to feel better.

Happier.

Nothing worked.

No doctors.

No medicine.

Nothing.

And one day I just wake up and feel fine?

Why did God make me go through that? All those years of feeling horrible. Like I wasn’t worth anything.

Like I didn’t deserve to be alive.

Why did he make me go through all that?

That’s the question I will ask him.

That’s the question he’ll have to answer on the day that I meet him.

Why did he do this to me?

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“Fight for her”

Tyler knew he should leave. He knew he had to get out of there.

He had to get out of town.

Right now before it’s too late.

Why had he let it go this far? Why didn’t he do something before it got to this point?

Before he was forced to choose.

Choose between them or her.

He was pacing back and forth in his apartment. They would be there soon. He had to be gone by then.

Tyler knew that, but he couldn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to leave her.

He only had two options.

Go on the run.

Or stay and fight for her.

Maybe the choice wasn’t so hard. He couldn’t leave her. She was everything.

She made in a better person.

Tyler couldn’t leave her.

He had to stay and fight.

For her.

There was a knock on the door.

Tyler pulled his gun and waited.

Waited for them force their way in.

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