'The Writing Game' Preview by Kendra711, literature
Literature
'The Writing Game' Preview
"I'm home, Max," Clarence called out as he stepped through their side door.
"Why would I care?" Max replied from his room. He wasn't afraid anymore. He was angry. He just couldn't quite wrap his mind around the fact that the only family he'd ever known had been keeping innocent humans. He hadn't slept a wink last night, but he still felt wide awake.
He suddenly heard his door open, and Max was about ready to throw his lamp at his dad; it had been on for hours so the bulb was nice and hot. Nah, bad idea. No use in possibly ending up like those two people in the basement...or maybe even worse.
"You know Max, it hurts one's
It's almost as if I'm immortal,
The way everyone changes and morphs while I sit here,
Being the same person I always was.
It's lonely sometimes,
Staying the same person,
But I like it this way.
Because no matter how many people disappoint me,
No matter who it is,
I will never disappoint myself.
...No one ever said being immortal was a pleasant place to be.