Blog Entries from Aerek_Of_Augustine

  1. Unstable Beginning Pt. 1

    It was understandable that she would be wary of approaching him. The young man had been sleeping underneath the hollow tree for almost a century and showed no signs of life until recently. The townsfolk had thought him an angel from heaven and built a stone fence around the tree with an iron plaque that read, "De solidum sed inane et sopitos Angelus plagam Eden." Or in English, The Slumbering Angel Of Hollow Eden. The young man's skin was a transparent pale with green and yellow veins...
  2. They Are Rebuilding.

    Someone is living inside my body. A stranger has taken up residence in my soul and packed their most treasured belongings in the space of my mind far from my reach. At night, I can hear them rebuilding. Knocking down the walls of my personality and hollowing out the structure of my very being. They are replacing me with someone I haven't met, and I am genuinely terrified. When the work is finish, I don't know who will be standing in my place. I do hope that this stranger does more good...
  3. It's Been A Long Time.

    Welcome Back, Stranger. I can't say I've missed you, but it is nice to see you again. I've thought about you a lot lately and every part of my mind seems to cling to you. I dwell on our time together. I still hate you and I don't think I'll ever stop hating you. You've ruined me.
  4. Rough Patch...

    He had come home late again. His shirt twisted and stained with alcohol and lipstick, the faint smell of ginger with a hint of vanilla wafted off his body. He had gone to see the OTHER. His wife refused to call her by her name that trash did not deserve a name and would only be known as nothing but the OTHER. Tonight, Deliah was tired. She had fussed, spit, and raged one too many times, tonight she was just tired. Her husband crept into the house, taking off his shoes at the door,...
  5. The Eve Of Christmas Eve

    It had been raining since the sun had risen, the sky was grey, and the streets flooded with murky water and bug-eyed frogs. Chyna watched sickly from the fogged glass of her living room window. Her thick curls pulled into a loose ponytail with a few strands tickling her forehead. "Momma," She said. "How come it don't snow here?" Her mother, a short woman with a fade and high cheekbones, looked up from her book. "Baby, We live in the south. Ain't no snow coming here." She said,...
  6. The Stranger's Voice

    It had come as a thought. Ideally, the only voice in your head should be your own, but for some reason, there had been an intruder. Quiet at first, but then loud and unforgiving, he swam through my mind and twisted his fingers around my nerves. My body was not my own, and I watched as he invaded every aspect of my life, I cried as he destroyed my person and munched on my pain. The hollowness had set in, and I was a husk of my former self. No thought belonged to me. I was now the property...
  7. The Weak.

    She stumbled into the doorway, blood dripping from her body and her eyes full of tears. Her face bruised and gashed with pieces of glass sticking out from her cheek and forehead, every breath she took felt like fire in her lungs and acid on her breath. "God," she whispered. Slowly, she made her way to the couch, every step more painful than the last. She settled on the plush cushion and grabbed the blanket draped over the side and placed it over her body. "Just a little rest," She...
  8. The Dark Corner Of The Room...

    Trouble lingered in the darkness, posted against the far corner of her bedroom right next to the sheer curtains. The night sky was clear and the moon shined bright, casting shadows across the foot of the bed. And yet, he lingered in the darkness with his head bent and the hat secured over his eyes. He has no name, but the young girl in the bed cares nothing for names, her tiny body trembles against the plush fur of a stuffed animal. "You know," he said. "Most people can't move at...
  9. Before Slumber.

    I'm trying to make a habit out of writing before I go to bed. Finding and building on this craft has been more difficult as I age, inspiration seems to have drifted from hands and my imagination has come to a halt. So, this writing before bed will act as a substitute until I can gain back what I lost. :supersleepy: :supersleepy: :supersleepy: :supersleepy:
  10. Been a while, Kid.

    It was a normal day. I was doing normal things and then I felt it. I felt it slither into my gut like a snake and stretch its way into my throat. It has been a while since I've known this feeling and felt its poison squeeze my heart. A familiar unwanted friend that waits in the shadows of my happiness and comes when the gray clouds above fill with rain. How I despise this feeling and all it offers. Begone devious spirit and make your home elsewhere, for this child suffers enough...
  11. There's Only So Much.

    The 4th of July ended with a fight, and over the past few days, there's been tension. On the 5th of July, there was a small brawl on the streets of my childhood neighborhood. What should have been a few kids fighting, turned into a sport of throwing metal objects, mase, and hitting people with bats? Unfortunately, I was not there and had only watched a video of my sisters and cousins get attacked by a bunch of assholes with bats, who later would showcase their "victory" on social media....
  12. Hmmm. I'm stuck.

    There should be a feeling of peace in my soul, but as of recently, something is unsettling me. Maybe it's the state of today's world or just my doubts creeping into the back of mind. This sense of fear from my body is keeping me from my work. I want to write. I want to create. I honestly don't know what to do. I feel stuck.
  13. Too Bad They’re Going To Hell.

    So, as I said in my last post, I went to church and it was amazing! But something my cousin said is bothering me. On the way from church I got a phone call from my cousin’s sister and my sister, it was brief and nothing important. We sat in silence for a few seconds and I laughed and said, “I love those two idiots.” My cousin responded, “ I love them too. It makes me sad knowing that they won’t be able to go to heaven with me .” (INSERT SCREECHING RECORD STOP) So, at this...
  14. What To Feel When You Feel Nothing?

    I went to church, I was late and the traffic was something horrible. The rain came down in sheets and my windows fogged over, I was scared. I felt fear. Lately, I haven’t felt much of anything and when I do I feel too much. I spent most of my younger years like this, overly high on emotions and then nothing. How about y’all? You ever just feel ... Hollow?
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