crushed flowers
Posted: 24 Aug 2020, 02:30
August 23rd, 2020
With this entry, I decided to collect a few chrysanthemum flower petals and will press them in between these two pages to further press the significance of their meaning into the parchment. You see, 'mums' as they're sometimes referred to have a few meanings: happiness, longevity, joy, and so on; however, in Asian and European cultures use chrysanthemums during funeral services. Perhaps it's because of my twisted humor, but that night, our second one here in Harper Rock, my father came clean on becoming an actual vampire and was turned by a woman whom had assisted me the night before his demanded meeting. Was it all a twist of fate? I don't know, really. Either way, seeing the one known as Caligrace along with her best friend whom was also the same as her now coupled with my father just made all the more sense on what I had felt: the air is---was much different around them now. He then offered this 'gift' to us, saying the decision didn't need to be made right then and there. For me, there was no hesitation in me declining the offer. Sure, I could be stronger, faster, and more resistant to all these damn zombie wounds; I felt the losses were far greater than the successes. Besides, Father needs someone during the day to help with the casino, so why shouldn't I do it? I will be his light, his negotiator of the Day while continuing the normal job of Scout and Intel with Mr. Greenberg.
Speaking of, both of us are now at the Harper Rock General Hospital after he had called me up to tell me he was shot by the ******* cops. And for what? Passing a stupid ball to a child? I hate people sometimes and their insufferable transgressions. I should see into having that soldier and cop fired before this week is done. Greenberg had to have surgery, even, having the misfortune of having one of the bullets shot and lodged into his stomach. Just thinking about it makes my own sting from pain. I was lucky, with both going through me. I bled a lot, though, having to force myself to even get on stupid transit to get there, blacking out once seeing an EMS near the entry. Couldn't even ask my ******* sister for help...
She scowled down at her words, her left arm wrapping loosely about her own waist as her journal was balanced on her joined thighs.
I hate not being as strong as some of them. Even little Aubrey is growing stronger and stronger, and here I am straggling behind; however, I will grow strong as a human. I've learned that hardships such as the ones I've grown with makes the worth of your accomplishments all the more sweeter, anyway. Well, I see the surgeon coming. These flower petals are for you, Father, and to everyone in my family that has become the undead.
She pressed the blood red mum petals into the pages, each one for each relative, as it was closed.
With this entry, I decided to collect a few chrysanthemum flower petals and will press them in between these two pages to further press the significance of their meaning into the parchment. You see, 'mums' as they're sometimes referred to have a few meanings: happiness, longevity, joy, and so on; however, in Asian and European cultures use chrysanthemums during funeral services. Perhaps it's because of my twisted humor, but that night, our second one here in Harper Rock, my father came clean on becoming an actual vampire and was turned by a woman whom had assisted me the night before his demanded meeting. Was it all a twist of fate? I don't know, really. Either way, seeing the one known as Caligrace along with her best friend whom was also the same as her now coupled with my father just made all the more sense on what I had felt: the air is---was much different around them now. He then offered this 'gift' to us, saying the decision didn't need to be made right then and there. For me, there was no hesitation in me declining the offer. Sure, I could be stronger, faster, and more resistant to all these damn zombie wounds; I felt the losses were far greater than the successes. Besides, Father needs someone during the day to help with the casino, so why shouldn't I do it? I will be his light, his negotiator of the Day while continuing the normal job of Scout and Intel with Mr. Greenberg.
Speaking of, both of us are now at the Harper Rock General Hospital after he had called me up to tell me he was shot by the ******* cops. And for what? Passing a stupid ball to a child? I hate people sometimes and their insufferable transgressions. I should see into having that soldier and cop fired before this week is done. Greenberg had to have surgery, even, having the misfortune of having one of the bullets shot and lodged into his stomach. Just thinking about it makes my own sting from pain. I was lucky, with both going through me. I bled a lot, though, having to force myself to even get on stupid transit to get there, blacking out once seeing an EMS near the entry. Couldn't even ask my ******* sister for help...
She scowled down at her words, her left arm wrapping loosely about her own waist as her journal was balanced on her joined thighs.
I hate not being as strong as some of them. Even little Aubrey is growing stronger and stronger, and here I am straggling behind; however, I will grow strong as a human. I've learned that hardships such as the ones I've grown with makes the worth of your accomplishments all the more sweeter, anyway. Well, I see the surgeon coming. These flower petals are for you, Father, and to everyone in my family that has become the undead.
She pressed the blood red mum petals into the pages, each one for each relative, as it was closed.