-Reality- Short Story 2 N2

-Reality-

-Short Story 2-

There you are, standing in the middle of the street of your neighborhood and you take a look around. A white mist surrounds you, but does not completely disrupt your vision of what's behind it; it swirls calmly and gives you a sense of uneasiness but tranquility at the same time. Images begin to form on the mist as if it were a projection screen, and you watch with great interest at, what unfolds to be, your life.

All sound around you stops and you just watch with wonder as it goes from when you were born to where you are now, showing all your misdeeds and good deeds. It goes by slowly so that you can capture every moment and witness everything you have, all over again. Your heart becomes filled with both happiness and dread for seeing what you've done to people and what ended up happening to them, to what people have done to you and where you ended up.

The mist that surrounds you becomes as undisturbed water as the images fade for a second, and the next thing you see makes you feel severe sadness and depression, but it makes you calm. The images project what you have been through, the passing of friends surrounds you with their ended lives and your eyes fill with tears as you remember all the good times you had with them that can no longer be repeated. Memories of family members surround you next, you feel warmth and happiness with the memories; you even crack a smile at all the memories you are shown. The holidays spent with them, and the moments you have all been together to enjoy your lives.Sadly though, the memories fade and you are left with nothing; the mist disappears and you look around and you just sit down, taking in what was just shown to you.

The memories prance around in your head, and you cant help but cry knowing that they are all gone. All those memories can never be repeated with your passed family and friends. As you sit down and cry over the past, time around you seems to stop and you bring your head up. You know that you can never see them or hold them again, you are stuck in the present, not the past. The day goes on, and you are left with no more tears to shed. You sit there in the road wondering what to do now. An old man walks up to you and asks if you are okay; you answer yes, but the person sits down next to you and asks you why you're sitting in the middle of the street. The only thing you can manage to say is that, you are reliving old memories. The person tells you something that you have yet to forget.

"Never dwell on the past. Yes it hurts to loose our loved ones, and yes it hurts to remember our misdeeds, but there's nothing you can do. All you can do is continue pushing ahead and trying to make the best of the worst because we know that the world isn't perfect, but we contain the power to make it as close to perfect as possible."

And more section, Second edition. (Time) N1

And more section, Second edition. (Time)

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift; that is why it is called present." (Quote from Turtle guy in Kung Fu Panda)

Time is a very valuable thing, and should never be wasted. Time doesn't change our fate or change what happens; It merely watches us and never stops going forward at a steady pace. Even though time continues moving forward; it lingers in our minds by the past. The past is what we cannot forget, and what we must learn from; that is the only way time will impact our fate, and that is by teaching us what was right and what was wrong to do.

Our memories hold what our brain considers to be needed, or useful, information. The part of our brain that 'remembers' is quite misunderstood; that part of the brain has a job that is surprising, it is supposed to forget, not remember. Though the unfortunate truth of the matter is some things are just burned into our memories and, as much as we want to, we cannot forget. This may be something you are ashamed of, or something traumatizing, but whatever it is our brain considers it needed information, and that needed information is what we must learn from.

The present or, what is happening now, is considered the most important because what we do now can change our future path in any way, shape, or form. We cannot change the past or the future, but the present is the one thing we have some control over. Ones who are wise have accepted the fact that the present is the only thing we can change, the past and future our out of our control. Though people still stress over what they've done and what might be coming up, this is something we cannot afford to do. Time spent thinking about time is wasted time, and we cannot waste any of the time we have.

The future is a land uncharted by even the best explorers; it is a land that is forever changing, and a land where anything and everything can happen. We never know what will happen in the future, but we always stress about it and we always wonder if it will be beneficial or it will ultimately kick us in the face. We choose a path that we will follow into the future, but what happens if we change it? Do the things that we've done on the over path disappear? Or do they linger and find themselves following us onto the different path? We can never tell for sure and, all we can do truly; is focus on the present and stop looking back or forward, only look at whats in front of you.

-Ritritus- Short Story 1 M2

-Ritritus-

-Short Story 1-

(Inspired by the 4 horseman of the apocalypse)

The sky wept with tears as it was slowly suffocated by a black cloud ash and soot. The usual dusk light that extended its grasp across the land was know unknown to anyone in Ditridand. That town now only knew of one light, and that was from its own burning buildings.The smell of burning hay and wood found its way into Ritritus' nostrils and encased itself there, forever marking his mind with his major accomplishment. His eyes gleamed with a sick kind of happiness that some would consider mad. His hair was unkempt and revolting in every way possible because of its very rough touch, its fading color, and the fact that it was practically decaying didn't help his case either.

The screams of men, women, and children could be heard miles and miles away. The surrounding areas evacuated for their own safety. The closer you get to the city determined how much you could hear; as one would get closer the clash of steel against steel would be heard roaring over everything, and only half a mile away could you see a flood of people scrambling madly, as if they were not human, for their lives out of the city.

As the day went to night, the city went from being a stronghold of darkness and disturbance, to the illuminating bastion of silence. The city was assaulted in the day, and by night it was killed, or so it was thought. Ritritus stood in the courtyard just before the main gate and looked around with a small smirk on his face and a fierce proud-ness in his eyes. The wind whispered through the city, predicting of the man's fate who stood in the courtyard. Suddenly, everything seemed to stop, the wind stopped whispering, the few fires that remained died to mere embers and everything went quiet. The only sound heard was the echoing tap of hooves against pavement that come from the farthest street on the left side from the courtyard.Ritritus turned to the street, and he was instantly grasped with fear's ice cold hand and all movement of his body stopped. A pale horse stood calmly as his rider gently pulled on its reins. The rider worse a black cloak, his face was unseen, void of all light. His hands were the only part of him visible, and they were pale and decayed; human in nature but too pale and skinny to be a normal human's hand. His Head shifted it's gaze sharply and look at Ritritus, who was still grasped in fear's tight hold. The wind whispered once more, and this time it only said one thing before going quiet again "Death...." The rider snapped his reins and extended his right arm, and a ringing of steel was echoed as a long scythe appeared in the rider's right hand. The horse came full charge, and Ritritus came to his wits as the opponent manifested a scythe, and he drew his two long iron sabres that were lined with silver straight down the middle. Ritritus' hands shook slightly as the scythe he watched intently drew closer; the scythe was roughly six feet  in length, and it's blade curved from a total of a foot and 3 inches in length that drew to a very fine point. The steel of the blade did not shine, but it's purity was seen from anyone ranging from the common peasant to a lead blacksmith.At the point of impact Ritritus jumped and spun bring his blades to the side to try and use the spin to give him more power in his attack, but this did not help him in any way. When Ritritus jumped all the rider did was pull on his horse's reins and he launched his scythe into the air onto the opponent and when his horse landed. All that could be seen was a cloaked rider on a pale horse looking over his shoulder at a man laying face down on the ground. Ritritus' body lay lifeless; it was already cold and any trace of life was long gone, but no signs of external injury were seen. 

Some few survivors crouched behind crates and witnessed the whole thing, and they were in awe. The rider of the Pale Horse trotted out of the city and disappeared quickly into the calm night. Once any sign of trouble was gone, the survivors got up quietly and ran for the exit. Their eyes widened and their feet pulled them forward from the sight of Ritritus' body. The body had already decayed a great amount, and it seemed like the man died from a disease instead of a blade. When the survivors had gone, the city was left with no life. The only thing left after the survivors had was the many bodies of the dead, and a hollow city.

When the survivors came the next day to gather some things they forget, they were surprised to find that the city had crumbled as if it were decades old. Ditridand became myth after that day, for no one ever believed the survivors story, after myth it became legend, and after legend it was almost forgotten; but one person kept it alive.

And more section, First edition. (Music) M1

 -And More Section-

-Music-

In this day of age, music has become a major part of everyone's life in one way or another. Each person has specific tastes in everything, this also applies to music. Not everyone will like the same music, but this gives the world variety in the best of ways. Variety has been called the spice of life, and music adds some spice to everyone's life when it makes itself known by surfing on the waves of energy and entering our minds.

We made music and helped it grow, and what has music done for us? It is actually quite simple, music has learned from us many things like how we act, talk, react, and manipulate in some cases. With our creation of music it has started learning about us; it has made ways to manipulate us even when we don't expect it. Think ladies and gentlemen, have you ever listened to one song and went from a sad mood to a happy mood? Or vise versa? That is what music has learned to do.Music is the master of emotions and emotions are the masters of our actions. Music has the power to make us become happy, sad, angry, motivated, brave, or even scared.

We think we control how we act towards one another, but in truth we don't our emotions do. When you're happy, you do things you usually wouldn't do when content; when sad you do things you wouldn't normally do when you're happy or even content, and all of this is traced to music that is a manipulator of humanity, but we seek its audience. When we're sad or even when we're happy, we seek music to feel better, and if we don't listen to music for that. Why do we listen to it? Sure, it is a nice combination of noises, but why? Why do we like the noise of all those instruments and technologies?

Will anyone be able to answer the question as to why we listen to music? I don't think so personally. In my opinion no one will ever answer that question, but we will never stop seeking music's audience. Music is almost another family member; We all know that family can anger us or sadden us or make us feel any other emotion, but in the end we still love them. We cannot hate music because there will always be that one beat or one melody that you cannot get angry at even if you wanna be. They have said that music soothes the savage beast, this I believe to be true. A savage beast will not listen to reason, but if you speak nonsense to it, it will hear you as clear as day; and that's all that music is really, nonsense. Music is all these noises combined to appeal to a specific emotion.