Succumb - Daily Freewrite

Felt like writing something this morning so I just went for it. I honestly have no idea what the context of this little piece is so use your imagination.

What happens when your mind's last defense has lost? When your conscience loses it's sway there's nothing to stop demons from entering you head. The very essence of who your are becomes corrupted by all evil. The very products of malice that enter your head will devour you and transform you into a clone of it's power. Your individuality will be a distant memory and the new you will have lost everything. Do not turn blind to morality simply because the Church, or the government tells you it's all okay. That was my mistake. My blunder. It's not okay. We, as a race, have given up our souls, our minds, our tongues, and our simple human qualities. We are no more than animals now, killing and stealing for the betterment of our own wants. This has to stop. I ended up here because of my mind breaking. My body was bent to their will and I was turned into an agent for their desires. Whatever my name was before, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I must help stop them from destroying the last bastions of human nature before it's too late. Conscience will return to the mind, and order will be restored to all.

Daily post - Poem - Summer

Summer is my favourite season

It brings relief from reality

Things blossom and bloom

Things create and continue

And things shake and shock

School comes to an end

And promise and prosperity replace it

Ambition finds a home

And laughter finds a foothold

The sun shows it's face

And graces us with its beauty

Beauty that I find in words

Beauty that I find in art

Beauty that I find in music

Beauty that I find in you

My true life begins with summer

Not winter or spring

Nor wind or snow

But summer and sunlight

How fitting then

I have you and you alone

Summer

My favourite season

Daily Post - Quote

"It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done." - Vincent Van Gogh

Really love this quote. 

Post - as far as writing goes

I've been put on hold with my Sci Fi story due to grad stuff, looking for a job, and other hobbies of mine, but the Freewrites and story updates will continue as soon as my life is put together. The Adven chronicles will be magnificent and the whole Adven universe is coming together in my head. It's surprisingly more complex than anything I have ever thought up. Anyway just thought I'd post this update to make sure people don't think I'm dead or something.

Peace out,

Conner

Daily Freewrite - The Island

          Shrouded in mystery, the island off the coast of Darwin's botanical gardens had stimulated our curiosity during our few short days there. Some theorized that a strange magic lay over the island, while others believed that a lost race of gorilla men lay in waiting beneath the primal entanglement of fir trees. Some even believed the ghost of Charles Darwin himself called the island home. "Guys, let's cross over and see what's over there," My friend Anthony suggested. I felt uneasy at the thought of the cursed place, and despite my unfathomable inquisitiveness, abstained from following my comrades. While me, and two others a stayed behind, the group began the trek across the water to, what could possibly be, their end. As I watched them go, a sick feeling took root in my stomach, like a weed slowly overtaking a flower. Darkness fell, and a dense fog settled over the island and I lost all knowledge of their existence. It was time to head back to the lodge, lest I fall victim to whatever I felt was crawling over the forest floor. 

          Hours later, worry found itself in our hearts. We knew something had gone awry but did not know which course of action to take. It was decided that we'd go and find them. Trudging back through the woods in absolute black put me on edge. "The Darwinists might've gotten them," my friend Riley joked. I laughed but I truly suspected that might be the case. I had felt this entire trip that we were slowly being inducted into a cult from which there would be no leaving. The hovels and sculptures of the Darwinists rose up as monuments of human evolution throughout the trees, and would petrify even the bravest man. Luckily my companions and I had the ancients on our side to watch over our travels. No petty witchcraft could touch us. We arrive at the beach just as the fog began to clear. Low and behold, across the water, the men were fighting Darwin's followers. They were trespassing on the resting place of their great leader and had finally met their doom. 

          As I believed them to be lost, a small rowboat seemed to materialize out of thin air. I could not make out the vessels operator, but he appeared to be my friends' saviour. One by one they piled into his boat and escaped the clutches of the extremists. We let out cries of rejoice as they approached the mainland. Their rescuer looked much like Darwin. It was Charles Darwin incarnate! The apparition of Darwin began to speak as soon as all were safely on shore. "My people have deviated from my original teachings and have dishonoured themselves in the principles of Darwinism. They are heretics and will be punished according to the law. And just like that, he was gone. That day will be marked with much wonder in my eyes. I will always remember the spectacle that was THE ISLAND...

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