The Broken Wall

It's going to fall on me.

It's going to fall on my head, while I'm asleep, and I'm going to die.

I wouldn't see it coming, but it's going to fall on me.

Blood would seep out of my physical body, draining me, rendering me thoughtless.

I can see the cracks ever growing on the walls.

They will continue to form until they are complete, and it's going to fall on me.

It would hurt my head, and I would be rendered thoughtless.

I can't think anymore.

I can't.

The Stronghearted

Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show. - Terry Pratchett.

People flock from one show to the next as fleetingly as seasons come and go. But there had been certain individuals who stayed to watch the show and applaud it, however unlike the other people in the crowd, who have long gone. These individuals stayed because they wanted to. They liked it. They felt a kinship for this particular show.

Here, a congregation of the strong hearts, for they were once wounded and have fallen with their faces planted on the muddy ground, but got up again.

They understood this.

They understand.

And they vow not to be a 'people', but a 'person'.

Family of Dogs

You said it yourself.

"It's a dog-eat-dog world. Deal with it."

Oh yeah?

Well, I'm not a harmless little puppy anymore.

I'm a big, mean bitch trained to bite back.

Even you.

Deal with that.