Rambling Autobiography

I was born in the dead cold of December in 2002. I belived (and still do) that I was a superhero. I love my brother. It's difficult to think about the past, not because of how dejected it was, just because I don't remember. My parents, when they were together, were cute and didn't fight a whole lot. I skipped pain and sorrow. I can chose to let something itch at my mind. I lie sometimes. I'm very thankful. I want my mother to live till she's sixty. One time, when I was in the 4th grade, I split my head open. Two years and more memories later I did it again, not intentionally of course. I worry about my heart breaking. I wouldn't say things are well at home. My step-dad is a broken person who has no will to fix himself. He yells more often than he loves. My dad has married a woman whom has drastically changed from the person he knew twenty years ago. I think he knows it. We get along way better when she isn't there. I pray for him to find an end to his farce love. I pray for my mother as well, I pray so she finds refuge for her damaged heart. I feel that if I treat people better than what I have whitenesed, they will be above that low since of cruelty and find elation. I test myself often, and often test myself.

The Bloodied Ship

The wood of the ship creaks as it drifts, isolated in a sun-filled sea. Above deck the sails are open ready to catch wind, however the deck is lifeless, the only way to tell humans have touched this ship at all is the viscera spread across the deck. Unrecognizable bits of tendon, muscle and flesh paint the boards. When the ship is found it will be assumed the bloody mess simply came from a hunted whale; however, this is not the case. Everyone asks if or when a zombie apocalypse will occur, never realizing instead of wiping out earth, it decimated the crew of a poor whaling ship.