“Walk faster,” says the man with a pointy helmet, pressing his cold steel-clad hand against my bare back and forcing me to carry on despite the many cuts and bruises covering my scrawny frame. I trudge my way along the dark corridor whilst trying not to stumble on my treacherous feet. On the wall dances … Continue reading Fallen
“Throw it,” says the burly man as he presses the baby chick into my hand. It lay then in my open palm — newly hatched, innocent, and confused. I furrow my brows as I turn to search the man’s face. He smirks at me through a bush of unkempt beard. “Yes, yes, go on then. … Continue reading Life For A Life
The thing with an ideal is that it is something to strive for; not to expect to become. However much I try to, I realize that I will never become my ideal; it is rather about striving to come as close as possible to that shining image. My ideal is not the same as yours, … Continue reading The “Ideal” Person
He's just standing there, watching the end, but powerless to do anything about it... because what can you do when nature herself wants you dead? The corrupted moon floats above the man in an ocean of darkness, red blood oozing out through the slit, coalescing as it hits the ground and giving rise to demons … Continue reading Watcher Of The End
I love my family, and I love our life here — yet I cannot help but be curious about the world out there, the world beyond the confines of my home and beyond the loving embrace of my parents. They say that there is nothing for me in the world outside. They say that our … Continue reading The World Outside
I have noticed lately that I might be trapped in an unhealthy habit-loop of trying to be busy and efficient with my time. Just this morning I tried to force myself to return to the real of sleep, for I was far from rested, but I could not, for somewhere deep inside a voice was … Continue reading Do Not Stay Busy – Be Present
Their happiness is everything to me, even though it may be built upon a castle of lies and deceit. My daughter and wife are probably looking for me at this very moment, confused as to why I suddenly ran away, afraid even… But I cannot tell them, for that would be the end of our … Continue reading Addicted To Being Human
Holy hell, I cannot believe what I am seeing. Spreading out before me is a scene that should not be real, a display of carnage of such foulness, of such absurdity that not even in the worst of nightmares I could have imagined it be true. One step forwards and I notice blood on my … Continue reading The Last Step
Act in accordance with virtue, but stay away from vices. Yes, sure, that sounds all good and well, but what does it actually mean? Let's start off with a common way of looking at it; as specific practices that are either good or bad. Virtues may be; practicing moderation, gratitude and courage. Whereas for vices … Continue reading On Vice And Virtue
Recently I've been thinking about the concept of being true to yourself and what it is actually means. Naturally there are many ways of approaching this question, and depending on how you look at it, the "answer" differs. Let's say for instance that we are talking about a situation in which we believe someone to … Continue reading What Does It Mean “To Be Yourself”?
Benjamin Bratz 