Day 1: The Core

It always starts from the core. Somewhere between your stomach and your chest.

You start thinking about the old memories, the person you wanted to be with, you had plans with, fights with, but always resolutions in end…. but that person does not exist anymore.

Even if you could fix things, it’s too late, that person has gone, faded away in the sands of time.

I always act oblivious even though I know all that is happening around. I do this so as to not put the other person in a situation where their most evilest actions will get unveiled.

Day 1 is always the hardest. It is the day when you finally decide to let go.

But my observations are always on point, even to the body. Emotion hits the core first. How I wish I had a off switch. But then, I wouldn’t learn from my experiences.

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The Battle of the Wooden Draw

He had known for a while now. They were breeding, growing and corrupting at an extremely high rate.

He kept putting it off and the corruption kept spreading, until there was a point where he could ignore it no longer.

He had to attack swifty. He found their secret camping base and removed it with all his might.

The draw was laid down on the floor and he saw them scuttle around his things. Things that were dear to him. Things that had sentimental value had been corrupted.

Over turning all of his contents he unleashed the whole power of his slippers.

Splat spalt, one buy one he took out the main generals. Those Mother Cockroaches went out first. They were too slow, and too fat.

But more were left. The runners went fleeing as fast as they could but he was swift himself.

You can’t escape a giant.

With precise aim he threw his slippers and cornered them. Splash, they were dead.

Killing almost every known creature in his draw gave him satisfaction that he didn’t know of.

But when he looked at his draw again, he was horrified to see, eggs in thousands, all over the place.

He had no option, he had to use his secret weapon.

This ingenious invention had not been used for more than 20 years, but now he had to unleash the full force of it.

Holding the spray in one hand and a lighter in the other, he aimed from above.

The lighter whisked a light flame, and as soon as he pressed the cans button, Boom, a spray of fire hit all those eggs as if a dragon was spraying terror from above.

A thousand cockroach eggs were burnt that day, but the war wasn’t over.

More lurked out there in the shadows. The battle had ended but the war had just begun.

That is how I ended up cleaning my draw when I was bored