The Knight Loomed Over The Kingdom It Watched Over. Wishing To Be Apart Of That World Again. To Be Just
The Knight loomed over the kingdom it watched over. Wishing to be apart of that world again. To be just that as their namesake…a Knight.
Dedicated to protecting the people of this realm, of this kingdom of green and white. How the trees give shade to the people, how the white ivory roads could be seen when the Knight tilted their head just right, where the run shined on the surface. Up above in this lonely castle, all the Knight could ever do was watch. And wait…wait, then wait some more…until time ran out of sand.
The Knight hated just being in the castle, the castle was fine on its own, a beautiful, big structure which dares almost touch the heavens if they dare exist, it’s a beautiful home…just not their home. Their world, not something they were made for, not something they ever wanted. They wanted to be down and there and protect, to be connected to the nature and to its people. Yet here the Knight was. Looming, like a guard dog.
The more they watched the people the less alone the Knight felt. No one else was here but them. No maids or staff, no butlers or ladies in waiting, not even another guard or even royalty…the Knight was all alone in the abandoned spire that reached to the clouds above. All alone. Protecting what? They sighed as they moved from the balcony to the throne room. Protecting their friends last wish.
“I know this is too much to ask of you, please protect the castle…protect it until I return. I can’t explain it all my dear Knight. Just please. I beg of you, protect it with all your might and will.”
Damn them and their loyalty as the Knight would’ve been gone long ago without it, they’re bored out of their mind and sad at being away from what they love so much, which was life itself. Yet, they know that protecting this place would protect what they truly love. Though this friend was quite a handful, they spoke no lies before.
Yet as the Knight waited. The Knight felt more alone, yet also comfortable here, but there was always a want, a need to go home.
“Just a bit longer.” The Knight said, waiting and waiting as they sat at the stairs leading up to the ivory throne. Waiting, waiting…waiting.
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I wish I can hug you.
I wish to hold your hand.
I wish a lot of things when your not here.
Even though it’s only for a couple of hours..it’s a bit hard for me at least.
You might not feel the same way but when I’m with you my anxiety flutters away.
You make me feel whole....but is that right?
I mean it’s romantic but is it healthy? Am I overthinking again? I’m sorry...
I just...I guess I will stick with one thing right now and not overthink it’s meaning.
I love you.
I know deep down if I can try I can do things without you but their just a lot more funnier with you by my side!
Yeah...you don’t complete me, I don’t NEED you but...I want you to be here with me.
I want you and me to grow old together, maybe have a kid I don’t know lol...
But I want to experience things with you...so yeah :D
...I was just gonna go to the market for a bit but now you made me cry you lovable bean.
Noooooo! I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you cry!
WELL YOU DID! NOW COME HERE! Imma hug you forever!
AHHH! nO! thE hUgs ArE tOo sTrONg!
They then hugged and cuddled each other for hours! The End.
Song that inspired this “wish u were here” by Wish oh the Beat! Check out the song it’s real good for vibes...have a great day! :D
The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.
As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.
Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.
But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...
“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”
Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.
“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”
He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.
“Let us see who will see the gods today”
In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.
Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.
Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.
ooga booga.
Y’all know who this artist is? If not…shit.
Oh well…bye I was bored.
What a gorgeous day!
The sun shining ever so brightly! The birds chirping their sweet songs! The trees ever so delicately sway with the wind!
How the wind blows hard making the sea wave to unexpected victims. How the waves force the victims to stay with them. Dragging them down into the dept of the sea.
How their bodies go limp as the waters of the salty sea invade their systems, making it hard for them to cry out for help.
How their bodies touch the soft sands of the ocean shore. Hearing ever so faintly the screams of their loved ones.
How their lives never lived up to their expectations, how long they wanted to live. How many dreams and ideas they could’ve made. Wasted.
Wasted potential. “A tragedy” their loved ones would say as they look upon a dead corpse that once laid life. Wonderful life..
All because they wanted to enjoy the warm sands, the crystal waves and the sun as it sets.
What a gorgeous day.
I guess what I want to say is...have a great day.
I have nothing else to say besides have a great day.
You be you.
(If it was bad or cheesy I’m sorry T-T)
Noises.
Certain sounds echoed in my mind.
Walking on stone, the lighting of a torch and the familiar hiss of a creeper…creeping behind me.
Then I remember shouting, I ran…I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me…somewhere, I dropped my journal but there was no time as an arrow whisked right past me and stuck onto the cave wall.
My legs took me to a cliff, I screamed as I plummeted and then-
“AHHH-“ I gasped, I couldn’t breath…I started to cough and slowly gain back my lost breath.
My mind still spins but I quickly realize it was a nightmare. A nightmare reliving the past.
I looked around my room. Door on my left, balcony on my right, a picture of Donkey Kong dead ahead. My room was spacious and well decorated…this place I built with my own hands.
My head still hurts…I think I need to go outside.
I push my blanket aside and let my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I shiver but I slug my way to the balcony doors, I open only one of the doors and I’m immediately met with the cold breeze. My eyes shot open as I see the beauty around me…
The oak forests on the left look beautiful in the moonlight and the ocean on the right glistens like diamonds in a mineshaft.
I took a deep breath. This is my eden.
I close the door behind me as I let the breeze tickle my beard, I let it make me feel so cold yet so warm. I felt safe…at home.
As I looked up to the moon, as the intrusive thought invade my mind and as I fight them off I hear soft footsteps and a little knock at my door.
I turn my gaze to see a little shadow peeking through the window.
There with big olde violet eyes, looking at me with the same look my wolf would give me would I had steak in my hand.
“Steve? Is that you my boy?”
The little shadow emerges from the shadows and into the light where I can see my boy with his shaggy hair, PJ’s and stuffed sheep clutched to his chest.
I open the door to the balcony, he hesitantly steps into the moonlight.
“What’s wrong my son?”
Steve says nothing as he waddles towards me and looks to me…I notice his violet eyes are on near tears. A nightmare…
“Come here my child.” I pick up my little guy and hold him close as he and I look over our eden. He nestles into my chest and I rub his back.
“It’s okay Stevie…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
Muttering those words again and again as I look at my boy. Oh Steve…I wish I was there with you again but due to my arrogance…I am lost.
If you find this…know that I will always love you and to please. Find the journal I left behind in mine where it all began.
I’m sorry my son.
Sincerely, your father, Notch.
While everyone is probably one upping one another I thought I would share this!
Sure I do overthink while I drift off to sleep but then I at least think of one silly thing or one happy thing that brings me a smile!
It can be a cute dog! Me petting and adopting said dog, playing with that dog or something like being surprised with a cat that was sitting on my doorstep! What would I do with that said cat?
Or I think of things I’m in love with! Like Video Games, Writing, Art! Things that bring me a smile...or I think of something dumb like-
THEN I WOULD BE LAUGHING MYSELF SLEEP-
All I’m saying is think of one thing that makes you smile!
Overthinking yourself to sleep is the adult version of bedtime story
“Why?…Why do you want this?”
“Because, I want to know love. I want to know pain. I want to know happiness. I want to know what it’s like to live instead of being a tool, only pulled out when needed I don’t want to be needed. I want to be wanted. I want to be loved, I want to know how it feels, I want to live. Please.”
“But you won’t be able to-“
“I know. I won’t be useful anymore but that’s what I want. I want to be useless so no one…no one can ever use me again.”
“…”
“Please, even if it ends me I want to know what it’s like to feel. I want to feel something.”
“…as you wish.”
You are a demon. Most people contact you to sell you their soul in exchange for fantastic powers. Today you were summoned by an AI that wants to sell you their fantastic power for a soul.
Have yourself a lovely holiday!
If you don’t celebrate the holidays have a grand old day!
All that matters is that your with family and friends (through safe measurements of course) and to celebrate each other’s company!
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