Cinder678

    The young man coughed, pressing the button on his ear piece. "Uhm..." He wasn't sure what to say. "You said you wanted me to start a small fire, right?"    "I did. Is that not what you did?" The younger male on the other end paused, waiting for the reply. "Max, what did you do?" There was a breathy, nervous laugh right in his ear. Obviously that wasn't the outcome they had agreed on.    "Weeellll... That might have not been what happened, Rodger... But hey, I got the target."    "At least one thing is going right today," the younger accomplice said quietly to himself. As he sat, curled up on the couch with blankets and his computer

     Jordan groaned to himself. Why did he promise this video? Plopping down in front of his laptop, he set his coffee down on top of the notebook that was littered with coffee stains. It had taken him weeks to even find the motivation, lest record, edit, and finally release the OFF review (which he had to admit, had been quite fun). Now, his Silent Hill 4 video was much slower in coming along.     "I make these because people enjoy them," he muttered to himself. "I can make people happy." His reflection in the black screen on the computer stared back at him. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. The young man's motivation was cert

I sit here the blank page before me boring into my skull So many ideas None of them are good enough They've all been done before I can't do anything It's been blank for so very long I'm an artist A writer When you cut me ink should flow But now if you were to open me up My typewriter heart would be sparse I have run out of cartridges but I will push on I will do what I like and I will enjoy it I will create worlds out of words And create friends out of feelings Sometimes I just need a to be shoved over the edge of my creative lining

     Autonomous sensory meridian response, or for short, ASMR. It had recently become your new obsession. "WhispersRed ASMR", "GentleWhispering", "LauraLemurex ASMR", and "EphemeralRift," as well as many others. The creator, nor the genre of relaxation mattered,  they all melted you into a puddle of relaxed tingles once the sun had long set. You would receive a braingasm of sorts, and then you would be sent right to sleep, only to wake up to a your ear buds wrapped around your neck, chocking you. You were never bothered by this, though, you figured it was natural for wires to tangle around you at night when you move turn and move about.  

     It wasn't that he didn't have the resolve to do what he did. It was just one little mistake. All he had done was follow an order that had been given to him, as he always had been. However,  he had always been a procrastinator, even in the most dire of circumstances. So, in turn, this order had been put off until the last minute.     Currently, it was two in the morning and said young man was running through the streets of the city. He was simultaneously attempting to hide from the guards that were on his tail, and get back to his apartment before the pint of ice cream in his bag melted. He just couldn't enjoy a night out anymore, and h

I want those around me to engage With me My age Why do I always start the conversation Always been the one to text first To ask questions To pursue Even if we haven’t talked for three months It hurts And it gets old I’m on for you When you need it But you’re not on for me When I need you And do you know how much that hurts? How deep that cuts into my soul? Why? Why am I like this? Do people enjoy giving me false hope Then watching me cry Collapse In a heap of Neverending emotions Do you like hurting me? Do you enjoy my sadness? My tears? I feel too much I care more than I should I’m too sorry For everything For myse