Who decided that this was a good idea: Call emergency services

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What the hell was I thinking? I need to call emergency services and get some help out here! I don’t know where I am and I don’t know what to do. This fog is too thick and there’s no way my friends could find me in this goddamn fog! I touch the screen of my phone to try to call 911, but at first the phone turned off by itself. Keep in mind that this was a brand new iphone seven that I got less than a month ago for my birthday. I was successful at getting it to turn back on, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t unlock my phone and it wouldn’t even read my fingerprint… Soon thereafter I was finally able to unlock it after 10 tries and I dialed 911. It rang… rang… rang… and rang… and rang.. and rang. I ended the call then tried again.

I was cut off and greeted by a really awkward silence before the call was dropped. This was really really bad… and every minute that passed by without help whatsoever made it worse. After the third call, I FINALLY got a hold of someone. I whispered “THANK GOD!” then explained what had been going on with the dispatcher. The dispatcher sounded like he was in his mid to late thirties. His voice reminded me of my dad’s. My dad used to be a firefighter for a little while, then an EMT for about 5 years before he became an official MD and professor at the school we all go to. The dispatcher, or Frank talked to me and assured me that someone was on the way.

While I was on the phone with Frank, a large set of long fingered hands grabbed me by the shoulder and knocked me down further into the ditch that sat on the right side of the car. I fell flat on my face and looked up at the creature. It stared down at me from the top of the ditch, which was probably about twenty feet from where I was. I couldn’t make out it’s shape, except for that it was all black, with blinding white eyes. It’s eyes were so blinding, it felt as though I was staring at the sun. Suddenly the shadow gave off an ungodly screech and dissolved into clouds of black matter that wrapped around the trees. I got up from my side which felt dust ridden and scratched from the pine needles and searched the ground for my phone. Fuck! The screen got cracked pretty badly, but I could still hear the dispatcher calling out for my name.

“Mike! Hello? Mike! Are you still there??”

I help the phone up to my ear and said, “Yeah, I’m still here! Something just knocked me down into the ditch!”

“Wait, someone was there and they knocked you down into the ditch? Are they still there with you?”

“No! It wasn’t like a person, at least I don’t think it was. It was tall, black, foggy, kind of translucent, big white eyes… I mean this thing wasn’t hu-” a loud pop and static blew up in my ears which scared me shitless. I dropped the phone out of fear only to look up at the most bizarre and horrific thing I have seen in my life. 

The smell hit me so hard that I threw up. No gagging, I just couldn’t help it. It felt like as if I was punched in the gut so hard, hard enough to make me vomit. The statue, thing, or whatever I was looking at smelled worse than death. Raw meat, sulfur, sewage, mouldy cheese, carrion, rotting flesh, sour milk… just think of all the absolute worst smells in the world and then combine them all into one thing. Bits and pieces of flesh and hair stuck to the skeletal structure that made the statue thing. Dust and cobweb ridden sashes covered up the skeletal totem from the waist down. It had very odd looking decor on it’s head, face, crown, arms, and feet. I had absolutely no idea what the throne was made of, and to be quite frank, I don’t want to know. Despite the repulsive smell the thing gave off, there were no flies nor bugs hanging around it. Suddenly, I felt something soft and squishy wrap around my right foot, then I look down to see that it was a grey and black appendage that looked just like a tentacle, no it WAS a tentacle! More of them swiftly swarmed at my feet when I jumped back with phone in hand and raced up the ditch. 

I made it to my car, went into the driver’s side seat, slammed the door, then locked all of the doors. I hyperventilated for what felt like hours, not just mere minutes. Then I took a deep breath and looked at the car more thoroughly. All of my friends’ belongings were scattered along the floor. Cell phones, keys, jackets, misc items were all over the place. I looked back forward and sat in silence. I have no idea on what to do next…

Stay in the car and wait for the authorities

or 

Take a risk and find friends through the fog

or

Start at the very beginning.


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What am I?

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What am I to you?

Label or passion? Label or contraption? Labeled or faced with dissatisfaction?

Am I a lover of the rain; or a Pluviophite?

Am I a lover of the storming skies; or a Ceraunophiliac?

Am I a lover of darkness; or a Nyctophiliac?

What do you see? What do you fear? What do you know? What labels suit you? 

Are titles as safe as the blanket that keeps you warm in bed?

Do categorization make you feel invincible from all evils and bullet proof?

Do pre-made cookies for society make the world go round in your eyes?

Well, I wish you the best of luck in life.

Only a few can go back from the mindset from their pasts to find the truth in the future. 


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Catching up!

Hello! My apologies for the lack of posts and content lately. I’ve recently been hit by one of many life’s curveballs…. right in the gut, or so it seems. It has taken it’s toll on me emotionally and physically over the past few weeks. Since then, life itself really hasn’t been easy lately, and I’ve found it difficult to find the motivation to continue to pursue all of the great things I had in front of me. After feeling so down and beaten up, I realized that I couldn’t continue to feel defeated from things that were out of my control. I must use my passion to give me drive when I feel stranded in the darkness. With that I am moving forward with my personal passion and drive! 


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“The best parts of life are the things we can’t plan. And it’s a lot harder to find happiness if you’re only searching in one place. Sometimes, you just have to throw away the map. Admit that you don’t know where you’re going and stop pressuring yourself to figure it out. Besides…a map is a […]

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Letter To Dearest- Disasterpiece

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Here I am once again my Dearest;

I am here writing to you once again great disasterpiece creator.

I motherfucking hope that you are happy.

Will my overall being suffice? Or does my vile nature do that.

The nature you imbedded in my feet, gnarling barbed roots twisting into the mud, reaching towards the core.

Bounded to the love you gave me to use… I can still feel it pumping in my veins. 

The fibers of my veins erode away from its acidic effects.

It seeps into my skin and reflects outwards into my aura.

My insides burn infinitely from the blinded rage within.

All that exists has gouged out eyes and drilled through eardrums. 

The walking blind, the crawling deaf, the flying dead, the jaded ones.

Why did you create me dearest? For what purpose? I refuse to believe what it could be.

I’ve heard this all before and before and before that and before them.

Before they came, before they appeared, before they spoke, before they listened.

Before it all began. Before my existence. Before all.

Hell is real. She laughs at our expense. She is aroused by our sorrows.

She’s not a devil, nor a demon, nor a being. She’s in your head. 

Hell exists within our minds alone. Her entity exists in our minds.

The Divine Exists too… he watches me, he follows me, he guides me.

Blinding, morphing, creating, changing…

She smiles in my presence… The Divine smiles in my presence…

What the fuck do you want from me?

You won’t singe me, nor save me.

But now it’s just me… who else?

With me… no one other than my ‘divine’ presence. 

I’m no savior, no saint, no prophet, no healer… nothing.

I am the disasterpiece.

I am your disasterpiece.

You’re welcome.


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Thoughts #987 — Share

“When the sky turns orange her silhouette becomes the only thing I crave.” Manuel Osornio Image source https://www.pexels.com/ Stay Connected!!! Instagram:@_emotions_of_life_2016 Twitter: @emotionsoflife1 Thank you for considering supporting emotionsoflife2016 on Patreon! You make this blog possible

via Thoughts #987 — emotionsoflife2016

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Suddenly

She makes a sound

Silence shattered freely

Shuttered…

Stuttered…

Seething…

Tonight

Is the only night where she can be…

Initiated…

Potentially the best and worst

Potentially

Plumped with nothing but…

Poisoned rotting cotton.

Beware of  ‘it’…

Beware of the shrouded ones…

Bewitched are they…

Bleating our prayers won’t make it okay.

Believe it now?

Believe…

Dying is easier than living

Definitely easier to deal with!

Death is a sweet cold slumber that you will love…

Don’t forget that your suffering will not end.

Death’s angels always laugh in delight with the devils…

She will speak for the chosen ones.

She will sing to the gifted ones.

She will cry tears of joy for the blessed ones.

She will wail in sorrow for the forlorn ones.

She has infinite power.

It’s only the beginning

Her power reigns over the universe

Her being is overwhelming

Her love fills all the hearts of the dead

Forget all that keeps you alive

For your salvation is here for you

Your death is the greatest sacrifice.

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