lotusiguess

[lotusiguess]

something

I was awoken to flashing lights and the sounds of rusty railroads colliding against each other. I jugged a cup of coffee while getting dressed out for my third job interview this month. I stepped out of my apartment just to realize I’m in a hospital corridor. The confusion had taken over me as I start to processed the possibilities of me gaining a power to teleport to a place I desire in seconds.

The smell of drugs is overwhelming me and making me dizzy. Everything turn gray and I could feel a soft texture pressing me from the back of my body. I woked up in a hospital bed while a nurse is talking to me softly. I tried to talk to the nurse but he was fading away like a ghost into the wall. The door was my only of escape and I went for it. As I opened the door I was at the edge of a building. I took a deep breath and balanced myself to not fall. I felt a sudden pressure from my back it was with full force and no hesitation. I saw a shadow figure standing at my spot as I fell down. I could feel a cold metal rod in my hand, it was sharp and pointy. As I had again teleported into a place I never had been. This time it was a surgery room, but why is everyone shouting at me? Did I used my power in a bad situation or did I not turn off the kettle. Now I remember, I killed a man.

I was once a renowned surgeon, it all went downhill when I purposely drop my scalpel on a patient’s heart. He was a politician, a bad one. He bribed his way to success. Why am I the victim? Why did I got framed for murder? “I did the right thing” is the only sentence I have been repeating to myself. I saw a man dressed up in a suit in my room while I was drinking my coffee. I pushed him off out of panic as I felt all of my body crushed to pieces.

-Lotus

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[lotusiguess]

A Prince’s Journey

A prince walk, Through the forest he goes, He soon met a mademoiselle, One that had skin like a translucent mirror, Approached he goes in yearn to ring her, An ambuscade of trolls occurred, Yet his mind still obscure from his yearning, Yet he found victory nearly obsolete by those beasts, Then came the mademoiselle to profess a feeling of love, Towards the prince that battled without rancour, He stood up and left without a word, It strucked him, It was a canvas, She was the flower on it, As pretty as it looks, It doesn’t smell, It doesn’t have a texture, Humbled the reacher to admire it, As it is an illusion, As it is a distraction, It thought him to overtake, To the thing that sought by many called love, To build a kingdom, To build an army

-Lotus

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