Experiment 6 Slam Happiness

One tells of the days of happiness of their childhood.

But these days were instead filled with emptiness.

Oh how lucky were those people with faces of joy.

If only they knew that these days were long gone.

Those who know true happiness know of those bitter days.

The days in which they knew better than the joyous ones.

I do not hate those who have experienced just happiness.

I pity them for the day that all ends.

Happiness does not last for eternity.

Those who have never been bitter do not know.

They do not know of the pain of losing it.

Once they do know of the agony,

They will come to see

That what they had before was truly a blessing.

The boy and the cup

The sun was gone and in its place was a mysteries light in the sky. The young boy had never seen this light source before. Up in the sky he could see tiny twinkles of light and for the first time he saw a circle of light in the sky. He was bewildered. Never before had he seen such a thing. His parents had always made him go to bed early while the sun was still falling, but tonight was different. Tonight he had done something he had never before. He had taken a swig of some black substance from a cup he saw on his dad's table. The boy always sees his father drink this black goop and somehow just when he felt tired, the mysteries substance seem to have given him energy. Tonight the boy was able to swallow this black substance because his mother and father went out and his father carelessly left his cup out. This black substance interested the boy and in became infatuated with it. Oh, how this bitter liquid would reflect the years to come for this boy. A taste of the future...

Experiment 5

The pain has yet to sink in, but the wound was glaringly bad. I was losing a lot of blood. The firefight was still continuing as I lay their holding my wound. The Koreans were losing a lot of men, but so were the Japanese. They ignored me while I was down. Guess I wasn't in their way so they decided not to waste any bullets on me. It wasn't long since the firefight started. I could already hear the sirens in the background. The police were going to show up any minute and I doubt the two groups would suddenly stop fighting. I had to get myself out of there somehow. Suddenly the bullets stopped flying. I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard a familiar noise. It was the sound of the android who has been chasing after me charging up her beam cannon. At this moment, the bullets started to fly again, but not between the two groups. The bullets impacted on a metal surface. They were likely firing at the android trying to destroy it. I knew the destructive power of her cannon as well as her durability. These fools won't be able to take her down. I couldn't move yet, all I knew to do was to lower my head and cover my neck. As I did this, she fired her cannon. Then everything went white.

Experiment 4 Poem

Oh how I wish,

How I wish that these eyes of mine

Can see the stars that hover above.

Oh how I long to see it.

The sky above no longer shows the stars.

Too many years,

Too many years of self torture.

These skies are now grey.

They will forever be grey

For the stars that once shined

Will be covered by these clouds.

Like my eyes, and the eyes of my corpse.

Experiment 3 Map of the Wasteland, Crash Survivors Map

This is the map in which (Insert Name of Character here) will be traveling around. He begins his journey waking up from the crash. The main character is among five other people who survived the crash. This is their story of crashing into a not so known country. (Fake) The MC and the other survivors will explore this land in hopes of finding a way out. Surrounding the map are high mountains. Climbable, but suicidal. The land is filled with dangers. Humans, mutants, and the hot weather.

Young Man and the Cup

It was the twelfth hour. The young man has yet to write a single chapter in his book. The hours that had passed by were only minutes. He had squandered his time watching videos and looking at the latest blog post. There on his word processor was only a single word. Rain. Hours earlier he felt inspired by the weather. He thought he could go in his house and start typing a new story, but he was wrong. He sat there for hours doing nothing productive. It didn't help the young man that his self made deadline was about to be passed again. The man never really kept to his own deadlines. He felt no shame, but it still hurt him internally. The young man sighed. Then he looked at his cup that was placed on his desk. It was empty. He remembered that he had brewed coffee hours earlier. He got up from his chair and went to the coffee maker. There was a full pot of coffee waiting for him. He smiled. He looked at his cup then back to the coffee pot. He thought for a moment then placed the cup on the table next to the coffee maker. The young man took the pot of hot coffee with him back to his desk. He put a small towel on his desk and then the pot. Miraculously words began to appear on his word processor. At the same time the coffee pot began to drain. A few hours later and he had finished a page of words. The sun then rose revealing a sleeping young man next to a empty pot of coffee.

Rain

A young man sits beneath a porch of a house. He sits there contemplating the choices he must make for the next day. As he sits he sees children riding  their bikes across the street, people walking their dogs, and the mailman making his daily runs. The young man looks into the sky. The sun has been blocked out by dark clouds. There were no reports of rain this week, but the he knew that the weather was unpredictable at times. As the rain poured, the children and the people quickly went into their houses. The mailman although soaked in water, continued to deliver the mail. The young man the porch smiled then went inside his house. He made himself coffee and started up his computer. There he opened up a word processor and began to type.

Experiment 1

It was summer. My parents decided that they were long overdue for a vacation. They decided that I should stay over at my grandmother's house while they were away. They told me it would only be a week until they would return. I was fine with the arrangement because in this week I could get to know my grandmother better since I have not been around her much. When I got to her house, she was got down to the rules. I say rules, but really she just told me to keep out of trouble. For some reason, she emphasized that I should stay out of her basement. I agreed to her terms of living, but this got my curiosity going off. For the first few days, I spent my time talking to my grandmother. She had all sorts of stories of her younger years and how my mother and father got into so much trouble as kids. She also told me of grandpa. I've never gotten the chance to meet my grandpa since he passed away a few months before I was born. From what grandma told me, he sounded like a fine person. On the fourth night, I decided this was the night I was going to go into the basement. I made sure my grandmother was asleep before I continued. I grabbed a candle and lit it down stairs with one of the matches. As I opened the basement door, suddenly I started to shiver. At the time I thought it was just a random breeze, but my body was telling me something else. As I went down the steps, they all creaked. I stopped and held my breath. I was afraid that I might have woken up grandma, but she did not come down. As I reached the bottom of the steps, I saw a large object. I approached the object and shined my candle. It was a refrigerator. I wondered why grandma had told me not to go down. I opened it and it was filled with fruit. This was when my stomach began to growl. I was still hungry. Without a second thought I took the juiciest looking fruit and bit into it. In that moment, I heard a loud shrieking noise. I dropped the fruit and covered my ears. Something had screamed, and it continued to scream. The screaming hurt my ears. I looked at the fruit. I noticed that the place I had bit into now had a mouth on it. I was scared. It kept screaming and screaming. I didn't know how to stop it. I started my way of the steps when suddenly the kitchen lights turned on and there at the top of the steps was my grandma. She looked calm. I looked at her ears and noticed that she had plugged them up. She smiled at me, and said something. I couldn't hear her for the fruit was still screaming. By this time, blood started coming out of my ears and it was around this time I lost my hearing. I cried in agony of the pain, but my grandma just stood there. She then slammed the door shut as I was approaching it. I tugged on the handle, but it didn't move. She locked it. I was trapped in this basement. It has now been two weeks since she locked me in here. I think the fruit finally stopped screaming. I couldn't tell for I could no longer hear. I've been living off the fruit in the refrigerator. It is almost empty. I wonder if she will ever open the door....