KIZZY UNCENSORED

WASTED REMINISCE CHAPTER ONE    'His eyes where bloodshot, very red and very still, he clung on to the piece of wood for a survival instinct that came into his head in trickles, he could only remember to breathe and be alive…. As he breathed, the “hands above” seems to hold him down, pushing… wanting him to drown…yes! Wanting him to die…. And he was drowning; his fingers touched a metallic substance, almost immediately the taste of raw bile taste of death filled his tongue, his lungs contracted rapidly…He was sure going to die… Marcos awoke with a start, the shock of this nightmare was excruciating, he could not fathom the essence of this dream, his stoic manliness was suddenly inept, cowered as he went for a cup of hot tea mixed with caffeine, ...Anyway ‘Dreams’ were figment-derisive representation of thoughts from the mind he recalled the words of his mentor IDI ‘AMIN With renewed sense of vigor and optimism, he

ANGER AND CONTROL: A SHORT STORY     Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team or project. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for those around him. Even friends. So, naturally, he had few. “But,” he told himself, “that just shows how stupid most people are!”     As he grew, his parents became concerned about this personality flaw, and pondered long and hard about what they should do. Finally, the father had an idea. And he struck a bargain with his son. He gave him a bag of nails, and a BIG hammer. “Whenever you lose your temper,” he told the boy, “I want you to really let it out. Just take a nail and drive it into the oak boards of that old fence out back. Hit that nail as hard as you c

DARKNESS! It was Ada’s usual way of thinking. When she thought, she imagined the words floating around in her head. Strings of white graphic, struggling to find space in a black planet. She dreamt in white and black. She had heard people say they dreamt in colored. She could not just imagine it. Once your eyes closed, it was darkness, how could anybody dream in colored. She was sitting across the table from her man. Watching him gallop down a glass of chilled Guinness stout, her glass of smirn off ice untouched. He was trying to make light conversation with her, and she had lost her voice because there was so much darkness in her head. She just watched him and thought darkness! The waiter came and started to take away the bottle he had drained. She stopped watching her man for a moment, and watched, the waiter. She was sexy, the waiter, but not in a way that made her jealous. Her figure was like a coke bottle, the waiter, and she had this arse that went, lef