Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 2
As sido played against the bots of the game he slowly and steadily began to sense a great emptiness penetrating through his defenses of denials and facades.
eyes
._ _but these eyes are also inquisitors_ _they can see through even the greatest facades and most carefully-hidden truths._ _these eyes are dreamers_ _and they are also my doors_ _and bear the only portals into my mind.
Could have been
;and lost unheard, loathing in solitude remember a time peace a time when waking from rest seemed blissful you smiled wider than your heart wider than their animosity a heart of painted glass we leaned on you a facade
The Shadows within
With the facade my shadow within puts on. hatred is normal for me, but love is a mystery shrouded in my lonely mind.
Tonight
So instead, on this night you sit before the bright screen and type away lies and facades, then finally give up the ghost. removing the mask by posting one fatal post. one you would regret so soon but never deny its existence.
its scary
The clouds get dark, the sunlight begins to fade still i keep up the facade the wind begins to pick up, and my nerves begin to scream i wish you were here to keep me calm i reach for a hand but it jerks another way, a funny look and some one else walks
Moving On
He put back the facade, the one that had fooled even him. he threw back his head, giving one last determined and painful cry, before stepping forth. for the first time in his life, despite the pain the heartache the questions...
The Why of Werewolves
Now, this cavalcade of excuse-makers and teatotalers they want to call this farce facade freedom?! they say that slaughter is the mark of a lower creature-- or yet worse, a demon-- how then are they--we any better?!
The Wolf's Watch
He asks to the wind, caressing his body, like a lover of old, a sad smile breaking his old facade. he tasted love, again, and again it was... tainted. a lie. albeit with good intentions, a lie nevertheless. but...
Windows to the Soul
A facade is all they'll see. and so i hide and wait to end, with all the pain and sorrow, my terrible, but only friend. they try to help, but i know the truth. they come to see the pain, that swallowed the joy of youth.
Drops of Note, Soothed Evening (Otherwise Untitled)
~ when the sounds of the shower kicked in, the kobold's facade of calm gave way to a sigh of relief as he lept forth to flop out atop the bed.
Far Future - Comrades
The great glass facade meant to bring in the light of the world outside always showed another dark and dreary day in the great union, but no one ever seemed to care.