Cortonna

The shadow of our pine door disappears and the burning yellow sun stings my eyes. When I look out to the outside world, the sky is splashed with sherbert colors and the wind whispered passed my ears. The air is cold and humid, and the fallen rain lays flat on the landscape, making it glitter like a fairy tail paradise. I enjoy these kinds of mornings. Feeling free before even drinking your first cup of coffee. I walk down the highway, my checkerboard backpack resting stiffly on my shoulders. Every time I drag my feet water flies up and dampens the fronts of my jeans. The small groups of houses to my right, all the houses facing the west. Fr

Morning comes on a Monday morning and the day goes on like any other week day. My alarm goes off at six O'clock A.M. and, like always, I press the 'snooze' button. I have never been a morning person, nor do I plan on becoming one. As if it was clock work, Damian comes into my room, already fully dressed with a cigar in his mouth, flips my top mattress with me on it. My head bounces off the wall like a basketball off of pavement. A large thunk noise vibrates through the wall and my world turns to a blur. I give out a unsteady groan and try to sleep there on the floor, but to no avail. "Get up or you get the wake-up call" Groans Damian, his voi

Shrewd. Disgusting. Cruel. These are the names they put upon me. Without second thought, humans never hesitate to judge one by their appearance. This I have learned and have known for many centuries. Life was long and tiring. I no longer believe in any god, for when did he interfere with my destiny to make me a greater being? No. I believe in something stronger. More powerful than any so called 'god' they tell mortals these days. I believe in a purpose. A purpose to lead ones actions to what you, not what you want, or even what you need, but of what others expect of you. This is the one and only way to survive. For without it, we would all