Family

Milla, Maggie's real name, hasn't been able to get in to contact with her family, but she's taken the news better then I expected.

Nothing much has happened really, we have just spent most of our time, aside from trying to contact anyone of the flock so Milla can say goodbye, cuddling and learning of each other...

I still have no idea what the fuck happened to my life but hey, we got a dog. Milla went to buy a Shiba , and he's as lazy as we are and sleeps in our bed all day.

We named him Dougo.

Time to catch the wind.

Since my brother uses the Worm's account, I guess I will use my sister's since then it suggest's a less... Chaotic voice.

I am the Tawny Owl. And I am here to give you all a message. Several, actually.

Firstly, The Worm's ability as a Receiver has in fact taken damage from the attack of his last dream. I've still got Nesting within me a large amount of the Bright One's birds. I spend all night staring at him the moment my sister and he fall asleep, sharing the bed as I stare at him only for him to not mention it, or dreams at all, as he wakes.

The best we can do at this point is leave him to his fate, for another of Them will surely come after my Brother's Storm. Yet, he won't be along.

However, I recall the tenderness that my sister brought out of him, and the drink giving them both courage to share their first kiss before they drowned themselves into a stupor from the heckling of our Crest and Beaks, who I heckled back when they were all cuddled in the other room about the love birds.

The Bright One deems we should leave soon, but Maggie may end up nesting here and not return to our nest.

And I am fine with it, as is the Bright One and Kingfisher.

As a family, King and I very likely see having her somewhere safe will be best, as we both entered service to the Bright One to keep her safe. Having her tail us has been a burden, no matter how enjoyable it's been to remain a family, King and I worry far too much that the Bright One itself has to watch her so that we, it's hand's when it needs not wings, may act.

The Bright One is happy with the idea of her staying here, as it means that should the Worm still be special, it will have it's eyes and wings ready for it, whether to guard it or claim it.

And thus, lastly, is the reason for this post.

We are leaving. We got the lovebirds to go see a movie while we clean up, pack and move to a new base. We won't be found, but we may perch and visit.

We are to go to America, where the flock that our Faceless keeps is suffering heavy looses in a War where a Crimson Knight as great as his Master, a Dying Man shard and as well as some offshoots of the Hushed Monks seeking to allow the Quiet to claim us all.

All sides seem to desire to remove him, for he is successful of the vast army that serves the Bright One, that the Bright One itself deems it necessary for us to assist.

I guess every Faceless Bastard will see death at one point or another, it seems.

- I am the Tawny Owl.

I fucking hate myself...

My sister is the only one that can remember anything and none of us are happy with it but the Bright Ones.

Crow tried to betray us and murder the Worm, he died and because we were all drunk we ended up wondering if mistakes were made or not and Tawny isn't telling because she's hungover still, having drunk the lost of us under the table...

The worm out drunk me and I hate that. When I tried asking for her what happened she told me to ask my boyfriend...

I'm terrified to know the truth...

Well...

I was on a power high the entire time I fought and for hours after. I recall nothing but the surge of being linked with the Kings and being the vassal that is a true hand for them.

I don't recall what happened here either. Crow's dead in the middle of the house, I was in bed with Emu and Cassowary and Tawny and Magpie are with the Worm...

And we drank a crap ton of booze it seems.

Merry fucking Christmas I guess.

Fun fact: Drunk Kings are so fun, that when they try and bring sober ones to organise us, they some how also end up drunk.

~Kingfisher

Merry Christmas!

Got him cooperating... Took longer and more effort to figure it out. Just turns out he needed a break and some rest. 

We'll be having a little Christmas dinner, the other's returning with gifts later tonight.

I can pick gifts for everyone, but not for Dean... Not like I'm used to getting something for someone whose a Receiver that hasn't been made a Nest yet, whose human worries overwhelm most of his thoughts that aren't Depression or Anxiety...

I just wish thing were simple as they were before this mission, the Bright Ones are confused on what how to handle this situation as much as we are...

The Eve.

We eventually got past Dean's little barricade, and found him in a pathetic state... he hasn't been keeping with his Anti-Depression medicine and coupled with the alcohol... I admit that it left a bad taste in my mouth to know we're driving him into this state.

The attack lasted until 2 hours before Christmas Eve. My Brother, The King, with his Storm Kings laid waste to the Infestation of the Intrusion. Not even the death of an obscenely large number of many bugs left a trace, for only scorch marks indicated anything has taken place.

I managed to convince everyone to leave me with him for the day... his mentality could ruin our operation and the Bright Ones were concerned if he died.

This Flock

Kingfisher, or King, is a 23 year old male that can fuse with his birds, something other Nests can't do.

He is a Receiver that can take upon the physical attributes of the birds and can utilise their wings and control over electricity, as well as strengthen his connection with them to essentially have eyes on every location in an area he wants.

He's the one that has saved the area from what I'm now knowing as the Intrusion, or as he calls them, Kings of Infestation.

He called forth a storm that can target tiny ass insects in groups and on their own and leave a charred mess. People taken over by these bugs, Drones Maggie calls em, had also joined the attack, one of them managing to have a conversation with King before he struck them down.

Apparently the birds have overstayed their welcome on the Intrusion's territory. The birds and King are literally throwing up a storm out of the blue when it's meant it be a hot ass night with clear skies.

Tawny, as Maggie calls here, is another Receiver that's apparently able to move large locations around her into the same beach of storms I once dreamt of. Because of this, she can isolate areas by moving say, an entire house to this beach.

My house is literally now a waterfront home in some other-world while it's plot of land is being a war-zone that I can't seem to find anything strange being reported on the internet. Not to mention they want to make me one of them now, for my safety they say. I've locked myself into my room and so far no ones come knocking aside from Maggie asking to talk. I ignored her.

This place is taking a toll on me. I still have internet access here, despite it being shit. I'm just blasting music and I'm about to start drinking soon so I can just sleep. I'm running out of time I guess, but I still can't make this knife draw blood...

Bird Brains.

It's late. I've been busy. So much has happened.

Maggie wanted to have a Christmas party, and ended up dragging me everywhere. I don't own a tree or lights. I rarely spend money such things when I visit my family and celebrate there.

Maggie once told me that they found bloggers by using computer bots, a task for Coverts to do. That's why "Crow's second best, if not second rate. He's always finding new blogs."

They also swipe a lot of money, enough to have 2 trees, enough fucking tinsel I'm gonna find it in the vacuum filter past Valentines day and enough other miscellaneous festive decor.

The amount of lights...

If she wasn't going to use their funds, I'd have fed myself for a month on what she spent on lights.

She was like a magpie, after the bright and shiny decorations. I played along because it was good to get out of the house, I've been keeping everything within me again and okay, Maggie was a lot more fun to hang out with then the others who still acted like I would attack someone. Shit talking with King is easy, but the cockiness he has is overwhelmingly revolting when put up with too well. Maggie is the closest to normal as you can get for a self harming girl that bleeds birds.

Getting off topic. I think the storm's blowing over.

Anyway, we were attacked on the way home as we tried to carry the too large amount of groceries.

Maggie panicked and suddenly pushed me out of the way as we walked from the bus stop. A swarm of bugs, almost like a plague of locusts in their large, unnatural numbers had made a large wall that was headed our way. She pulled a small knife from a necklace she carried and slit her forearms and released, surprise, Magpies.

Birds and bugs fought, if you consider roving bug zappers killing off bugs fighting.

I was reminded that I'm going to either die or be made one of these freaks.

I can't recall what else happened, King joined up with us and some other woman and I was tranquillised again.

Things flipped quickly.

And now I'm sharing my bed with Maggie again because her sister took the trundle bed, and some family feud happened and I'm just still weak to the idea pain to just off myself and be done with this...

This is all too much for me. I can't even feign normalcy. Why bother fighting when higher powers just turn an already fragmented people against each other further?

Shit...

Worm and my sister went out shopping for a Christmas she's talked him into and hasn't returned...

Our elder sister is to come home sometime in the early morning.

Our Beaks are making jabs at me with how mad she'll be seeing our little sister this comfortable with a male and a worm at that.

The Kings are amused.

Guess I better weather this storm of my own reckoning I guess...

~Kingfisher

Oh, and I knocked out Crow who was too into wanting to watch them. Least we can fire him when my sister returns I guess.

Anxieties.

Dean wasn't there when I woke up pretty early. Turns out none of the birds saw him leave. He was meant to have been asleep still, as we administered a drug that should suppress dreams and help him sleep until he was ready to resume testing his abilities before we made a verdict.

My birds found him near the beach, staring at the horizon. I didn't say anything when I finally got to him, as he looked high strung. Just sat next to him and waited, while admiring the sun rise.

His anxiety since his last dream has him pretty strung up, so I guess he still reacts normally to near death situations. He was working himself up into a worse state though when he begun talking, and took me a while to calm him. I had to physically hold him in a hug, because he was animated and concern me.

He took a while to calm down, and I eventually let go when he told me he was okay. I think he just bottles up emotions, and suddenly that bottle had busted.

We then talked, shared our issues. Eventually the others came looking for us, thankfully somehow aware of the situation, likely the birds telling them, and we all ended up chilling at the beach, despite the clouds hiding the sun.

I think Dean isn't cut out to be a Nest. The birds are aware of that but... they want us near him still. They aren't worried about him, but something may come for him and his ability. Dean can seemingly connect over different universes to alternative realities.

No other receivers we have heard of can do such a thing.

The birds don't want another force to use that against them, but are loathe to give him up. So, we're stuck with him for a while longer, as we try and figure out what we should do about him and his situation.

It's the rare moment's like these that make me wonder why I wanted to join the Convocation with King and Tawny... they joined because they also were Receivers, hence why we're dealing with Dean, but I joined to stay with them, my only family.

I'm a Quill when we don't need one so that I could be in the same flock as my family...

I'm merely the sister of The King and Night Owl, two powerful servants thanks to their Receiver abilities working in synergy with being a Nest. I haven't ever seen either use their gifts, I'm never around for it. Emma and Cassy watch me and look after me and Crow just does covert work when Tawny is busy.

After this mission, I want to selfishly spend some time alone with my family and forget that we're serving Gods...

Oddity

I have devised two theories on Dean's acceptance of Fears being real, and as to why he can only be a Receiver when he's asleep.

We know of two Fears that operate involving Dreams. 

One, being the Rake, the second, the Grotesque. 

We can count the Rake out, as he definitely wasn't present when Dean has had his dreams since we've arrived. Hopefully, anyway. I shared a bed with him the second time and the idea that the Rake was in the same room as me and so close has my heart racing with, well, fear.

The second makes more sense, except then how does he seem to see through other servants... It's still a possible idea on how he could be okay with it, since I doubt even the Archive would have information to provide on the Grotesque. We won't try and ask E.A.T. what so ever. Her deals require knowledge for knowledge and means we'd have to give someone up to her... 

Otherwise, I'd have to guess that Compulsion is a thing, the idea that people are compelled to blog or what ever... I can't see it being easily even for a Receiver anyway to accept this all. But Dean has Anxiety and Depression, so I guess even those mental illnesses play into this. King isn't worried about these details, telling me to keep at it. What, I'm not sure. My brother can be strange, and that's okay, but this Worm has me more confused then my own Brother does.

Despite being explained to him they are Gods, Dean's currently feeding the Bright Ones still. They still act natural with him. The only thing he's noticed that's different is the lack of needing to wash away bird shit from the front porch.

He's one complaint about us boarding with him is having his mother think we're dating. He's conversed normally with us all, pretty open with many details about himself with his mental illnesses, and even asked Emma and Cassie if they could look over a fight scene he was writing for them to provide professional opinion.

I really can't get him.

He's winging it a lot better then I did when I became a Nest by accident.

I'm a Writer and an Artist

I should clarify this online, since many people find my reaction to finding out that I live in a world of Gods and Monsters not normal.

I am a writer and artist fascinated with horror and Gothic literature. Knowing that there exists beings that I have wished were real to add some spice to my life is literally exciting for me. Not sexually exciting, since I have an audience and most of them seem to be trolls. More like "Oh, this thing can make you bleed birds out? That's fucking pretty wicked."

If my opinion on my fate has any worth to it, I'd rather be neural and just witness and write stories about these things, as I doubt anyone not in the know already, who has seen these things, will believe it, but those that are in the know, they can appreciate my work and art. Sadly, I'm told that I'm left to what ever tests they can devise to see how I react before my fate is decided. Joy.

I haven't dreamt of anything, thankfully. The last one nearly killing me has me questioning the worth of this so called Gift that I'm learning about. I'm guessing I'll be hospitalised for constant medical if those kinds of dreams happen too often, and boy will that be fun for a creative.

My only complaint about my Guests is that you, Maggie, have my Mum thinking I'm dating. Of all the troubles I have to worry about, your brother won't let me tell her it was the drink still talking and nothing was happening between us.

I'm glad she doesn't know about my blog.

Anyway, that being cleared up, I guess I should swallow some of my pride here and apologise for some of the things I have said to Sergei. I'm sorry you have to be a troll. Fuck you. And now that's done.

I have my own Account, and other updates.

So... I forgot that I'm a lightweight with lightweight birds. I don't know half of what King has said is true or not, and I've panicked enough over it until Dean mocked me with King. They get along well despite King telling me I should foster the relationship between the Worm and the Flock.

Anyway, it was after lunch when the Tranquilliser wore off and he woke. King was on hand at the time updating me on the midday reports for me to log when he did. He... seems to accept this stuff well. More so then most do, anyway. Fears, Kings, Gods, Lords, ect. Titles and names we devise to try and communicate these awesome powers beyond nature.

He act's like a host more than someone that was a hostage a few days before. It's odd. King hasn't even questioned it, saying it was expected. Crow, because I don't feel like calling him by the nickname I gave him, always jumps from accepting the Worm and then against him, but then what King mentioned in his first post makes sense... even though I still can't not get ideas thinking about that. I hate that about my brother.

But yeah, nothing really new to report I guess, he's recovered well from that head injury. Wasn't even aware it happened in the dream, he felt nothing.

He's always a surprise. When I offered him his room back, he said that another one of the girls could share it with me and he took the trundle bed, before pulling out a single bed from beneath his king sized one. King said that I'd be enough though, as he didn't want to make him feel like a prisoner in his own home.

It's weird. He seems... glad to have people with him? I don't know. He offered to help set up my own account to blog from, connected it to his blog and set it up on a different browser. He's pulled out some consoles, a laptop that he connects to his TV to watch YouTube and other videos on a larger screen and just other stuff for us to use. He and Crow spent 2 hours cleaning up his patio and putting another TV out there for when we dined outside.

He even showed us girls the drawer of women needs products and chocolates in case any of his lady friends needed them. WHY HE IS SO HELPFUL?!

I'm just really confused by this guy's attitude. Does he not understand his predicament?

The Worm woke.

I was sifting through some documents of an archival office or something, files everywhere, old computer systems and all that bullshit. Something caught my eye and I was reading a file of mostly blacked out paragraphs. I can't recall the text on paper, but then we, because I was seeing through someone's eyes, looked to the computer that had turned on with what I think was the same document, but there was a link to Blogger blog on it.

We pulled out a smart phone and entered it in, and then before we hit enter, I woke up in agony.

I can clearly remember the url.

http://theneverchildren.blogspot.com.au/

It seems to have to do something with Sergei, Faceless.


The above was written by the Worm, Dean C. AKA, WereMagi.

Apologies. The Worm had jolted and practically flew at the computer and started typing in to read the blog he mentioned. He wasn't aware that he was holding his left side of his head with his left arm and just read at a fast pace before typing with just his right hand. I couldn't follow his scrolling when he was reading the blog. It was then that we seemed to both notice that he was bleeding from his head before he posted.

I acted without thought and tranquillised him, before he could panic further. I had come in earlier to see if my sister was awake, because she's normally an early bird and awake at this time. The worm seemed to ignore the fact that she was in his bed when he woke yesterday, and only said that he hoped this wouldn't be a normal arrangement when he went to bed after taking the sedative that helped facilitate dreams.

But yes... Cassowary has now mended his wounds. Blunt trauma to the head, possibly a fatal one if he wasn't merely attacked through proxy of the one he was Receiving. This occurred at around 5:20am. He's lucky to be alive, and lucky that he wasn't alone. I'm now concerned about what would have happened if he didn't wake up before hitting the ground when he dreamt of Icarus. We haven't figured out how he seemed to witness that dream without a someone as a proxy to Receive... So many unanswered questions.

Receivers are all different in how they tune into a Fear, but to carry over wounds and injuries... Imagine how he'd be treated if the splinter group of Panopticon that managed to evade us and operate here found him... this burden of his ability will unfortunately weigh upon him greatly. I'm allowing myself to sympathise with him. He can't control who he follows in his dreams, and it may kill him.

Anyway.

I left his post open so I can append more information as we investigated this and posted it with his post of intention, and a title for it as he seemed to ignore that in his haste. Magpie is up now, and sitting by his side in case he wakes, to be questioned about any details he could recall for her to record into a journal. He's claimed that prior dreams are vivid in past posts to this blog but then he hasn't carried over an injury to his head. Normally it would be myself to record, but I feel like Magpie would provide an easier connect with him then myself or the others.

He didn't dream what we would have wanted to dream, but this is provides a warning. Given the last post of your's, Faceless, prepare yourself. It seems your past is catching up to you. May your Kings live long.

~Kingfisher, signing off the rest of the post.

Kingfisher

The issue with a drunk Quill is that you can't trust them to do their job. More so when they're in an emotional state.

Magpie is asleep and it's only just 8pm. She thought it was a smart idea to drown her shame in cider. I may have teased my sister too much there. Now that she's decided that it was all true and that the reality of her words were all true, definitely time for her to sleep.

Crow won't bother looking into records of people, but he's sadly the second best Covert we can get. And I'd prefer Magpie with the Receiver than him. I checked his history and records, and he's more worthy of my sister then Crow.

Apologies, Faceless and those that followed him here, allow this Crest to be an elder brother to my youngest sister for a moment.


I know you'll read this later, Magpie. Will you think it's true or false, will be up to you. But Crow is annoyed as he thinks you're better off with him, that's his issue. Not sure if you will recall that when I told you, since you were rubbing your face against the Receiver's. I should have figured to check the room before letting you have it.


Regardless, I've explained why Magpie isn't writing this, and teased her enough publicly. Time for the Crest to be your Quill.

Our Worm, who is a Receiver, woke up. The dream he had was of the domain of an unending storm at a beach. He dreamt of Tawny, as we had hoped. The Storm Kings, as I prefer to see them, thought if enough of them concentrated into one servant, we could influence which one he'd see from when he was asleep. It was successful. Crow's watching him as he feeds the Storm Kings, unaware of their true identity and nature. Then, we'll drug him again and do another test the Storm Kings will perform, to see if he can tune to a King directly or only when they are filtered through a servant or vessel. He's complied, though we had to make him understand that he's in danger if we don't learn his limits.

Prey can be made to serve the Predator when you offer to guard it.

We need to find how he works, how he could be used for and against us and the Storm Kings, and then work from there. That is the task for Australia's best flock, the Mob. My flock.

Emu and Cassowary are out getting supplies and equipment we'd need for as many occasions that may arise as we can possibly prepare for, Crow will later be scoping the neighbourhood to study it, Tawny is out assisting in studying the Worm and I'll be helping them all to the best of my ability as the Storm Kings require of me.

Magpie will be left in a compromising position with the Worm so that she's in a panic until she reads this blog post. Then maybe return to her task or play video games to calm down.

I haven't forgotten to be an older brother to my youngest sister, even if I am her Crest and she's my Quill.

~Kingfisher

Fuck.

I've a fucking tomato for a head. I don't want to write this but I have too, they said daily posts but we haven't had the Worm wake up yet.

HIS MUM CAME TO VISIT. SHE HAS THE KEY TO THIS PLACE! I FUCKING SUCK!

I was the only one up so I had to bluff out reasons, though King was awake soon enough and must of heard my story I was spinning and put the Worm in his own bed instead of the bath tub.

I was an idiot and first reason why I was here was because I was dating the guy. I was babbling shit after that until King came in and took over, explaining everything and clarified that this was a result of a party he was having and that her son, his name Dean, and I kinda of hooked before we all ended up drunk and came to Dean's because he invited us since he had enough beds. They both checked his room to see if he was up then introduced the others as friends to her while I hid in the bathroom. HE USED THIS TO SAY THAT I HADN'T EXPECTED TO MEET DEAN'S MUM SO SOON. I HATE THIS.

After she left us with some food, I just hid in the Worm's room from embarrassment. The other girls said that it was a good alibi but Corvy has to make a bigger deal about. King told him to shut up about it, but when Corvy didn't, he sent him back to our own nest and to resume monitoring other servants for The Others.

This is what I get for using a kiss to drug a guy, I end up being introduced to his mum as his girlfriend. I'm raiding the bar fridge in here of its alcohol and getting day drunk.

This flock is taking over

I'm Maggie, or Magpie, and my flock consists of our Crest, King, or Kingfisher, Corvy, or Crow (Corvus and Cory mashed together), the Beaks Cassie and Emmy, both girls being Cassowary and Emu, and myself as our Quill. Oh, and we have another Covert actually, I forgot about Tawn, or Tawny Owl. King and Corvy are the only males. Our Beaks happen to be top tier multiple martial art masters or something, and females are often under estimated as threats. It's pretty cool.

Lil Wormy WereMagi here was feeding the Bright Ones mince he seemed to be buying to feed them with when we rolled up. Everyone but Tawny, hence why I forgot about her. But yes, was kinda cute actually, with how many of them waiting for him to throw some their way. They're cute when they act like normal birds.

He seemed to figure we weren't here to check his water meter or whatever excuse Crow was trying to invent since he didn't want all of us coming at once but King is the Crest and said we're all going and the Bright Ones didn't over rule, so...

Anyway, he tried to slip inside his place but King did his trick with moving from here to the Shore and back to a different place here fast enough we call it Mock Teleportation and grabbed him and dragged him in, and we kinda followed in after with Corvy staying outside to keep feeding the Bright Ones but they stopped pretending to be birds at this point and weren't as cute anymore.

So, why we're here? Bright Ones are pretty sure this guy is a Receiver, having felt him tune in a times. Happened to find that he was blogging since I turned his PC screen on and saw he had latest post open. Relied that across and the Bright Ones told me to blog about what we're up to, so Hi, I'm working. I just normally log things in my journal as Quill, but I am to use this blog while we decide how we can use the guy.

I like his blogs name, very suiting for a creative. His place has barely used or not even used writing journals in some piles, art journals in others and he even has a type writer that I'm looting, and the few pieces he has half done are all darkly beautiful. His blog name seems to be taken from a song he's written two lines for but then likely hasn't come back to, it's on a small writing pad by his screen.

I kinda like this joint, glad we're holing up here for a while. Tawny is heading out to confirm something for us, but she'll be here later.

Not sure what else to talk about for my first post. Oh right, Faceless! Kinda confusing to see someone you know but at the same time don't know. The Bright Ones have tried to explain it to me a few times but I end up forgetting it, but something about Dimensions Bleeding and the Newborn causing different world's sometime bleeding in, and with the Newborn having been born unto the world, even the Internet has sites from other worlds showing up.

So, our Faceless doesn't blog, because they run the largest flock network in the world, managing both Canada and America's Nests. Pretty sure our Crest has to listen to him when we're on his turf, he's that big of a Crest. So yeah, to see at least A Faceless that blogs, I kinda want to fan girl but also not because he's more a full time asshole... Still, Bright Ones are pleased, so I'm pleased. Not sure if the others can feel that from their birds.

Anyway, should probably mention that our Worm is out cold. Took us a while to drug him, he was a pretty tough nut to crack. Had to take him by surprise when our Beaks' intimidation wasn't working, so I took initiative. Corvy had this liquid that he had that I didn't bother to remember the name of that they wanted the Worm to drink, so I took a swill and then made out with the Worm and made him take it that way. Corvy was mad but King was happy it worked, so I don't know what's Corvy's issue. Can't a bird play with it's food?

No idea what tests they have to do, not my duty to worry. This guy has a decent room which I'm taking up. The others will be getting couches and King got the spare room. When I told him that the Bright Ones wanted me to use the blog, he already knew and told me to take the room, but Corvy didn't like the idea. No idea what's wrong with him.

Think that covers everything. Now to see what other stories, songs, poems or art I could find in his computer. And he has a lot of games on his Steam... I like this job.

Sergei Korchaviv

So I found this comment on my last post today, I hadn't bothered to turn on email notifications as I didn't think someone would find this blog outside of Blogger's Next Blog button in the top left. I haven't linked this blog anywhere and I haven't followed anyone's blog or commented so I have no idea how this troll found me.

I took the comment seriously until they talked about killing a cat. I myself am a dog person, and dislike cats from childhood memories of them never being pleasant towards me, but I'm still against animal cruelty.

Still, I decided to look at their profile and saw these two blogs.

• There are Birds Inside Me and I Have No Face

• The World Through These Eyeholes

Quick skim suggests that this is some bored troll making stories, likely hoping for some media fame at some point. The one at the top of the list is the most recent, and they seem to have taken my dreams for their own story material.

Sergei, because he seems to want people to call him by his nickname and thus normalise his trolling that I'm withholding his nickname, can't even find original blogs titles to pretend to write about without even linking to them. I had no luck trying to find these other blogs he mentioned, so I'm fairly certain he's just trolling me.

I am aware that by posting this, I am feeding the troll, but I want to make myself clear that I'll be ignoring your comments from this point forth, Sergei. You couldn't even spell my screen name right.

Men of no face.

I have no idea what I dreamt last night aside from masked people, people screaming and birds everywhere while my face burnt.

I woke then and just... I honestly felt the wounds. My face hurt most of the day, but I can't think of the cause. Phantom pains now... weird bird dreams... I'm hurtling down the cliff of insanity. Great.

A visit by wings of Black and White

Odd it is to see a large amount of birds at my front yard. I haven't had to feed the birds in my area as I haven't had to worry about being swooped when I walked, but upon seeing the large amount of magpies and crows on my lawn, I promptly returned from inside with some meat that would be going off since I wasn't going to end up using it.

I sat on the patio chair and feed each bird best as I can, throwing portions to each bird individually and trying to ensure they were all feed.

After they left and I was without food, I went inside. And now I'm writing about it and I don't know why other then thinking I should, so yeah.

The casting down of Icarus

Oh Icarus, the wings were your hubris.Oh Icarus, you sought to join the convocation of wings!
But fake as your devotion were your promises and through the lies they saw it.I know that you never flew too high to the Sun nor too low to the waves, but were carried by their wings and dropped upon the rocks.
Your father was loathe to see you fall, but drop you he did. The birds were always watching, and he did not wish to lose his wings.

This was inspired by a dream I had.

The birds were of lighting and one mind, they sought man for their nests and in return gave them gifts.

Icarus did not want to give back in exchange for the gifts, but take them. The birds cast him down by hand of his father.

Then as he fell, the father turned to me and said "Odd are the ones that start to observe.", and pushed me. I too, fell.

Then I woke up and needed to shower cause I was sweating from either the dream or because the fucking heater turned on and not the air conditioning this morning. Fucking thermostat.

The dream was... vivid. Like my last dream, still stuck in my head. Probably been reading too much Lovecraft, honestly. Been reading again instead of gaming for my escape from reality.

Anyway, wrote... something. Why I write and post here I don't know... may post this elsewhere later anyways.

See me Soar

Icarus flew with the birds.
So have I, if only in my dreams.

This is where I have come to vent.

In the hopes of getting things out of my head, I made a blog. Depression and Anxiety are great friends and make being a creative impossible for me as of now. The joy.

I'm doing a blog because I'm not one for dairy keeping, at least with a blog I may possibly entertain the idea of connecting with other people sifting through random bloggers, so... I mean, uses my already made Google accounts so...

Had a weird dream last night... went to bed early because I was just having a depression session and dreamt a very vivid dream. I normally don't remember much of my dreams so many hours after but this one I did.

I had woken up and got out of a bed that wasn't mine and did some morning stretches. I felt like a passenger in someone's head that saw and heard what they did, but otherwise followed them from within their head. yet I still felt like I actually did those things myself, so I'm referring it in first person despite of it.

After that I went downstairs and had made myself a sad breakfast of buttered toast, Orange Juice and a bowl of American Corn Flakes. I'm more of a large bowl of cereal, coffee and then Nutella on toast normally, so this felt like a sad breakfast. 

After I had eaten, I headed for the front door. I had picked up a mask off a hook by the door, took a freaking MACHETE out of the umbrella stand and left the house they lived in.

A man was watering his lawn next door, I gave him a friendly wave.  I drove what seemingly is my car into a town and went to into a this O'briens bar. Had a few drinks, hung out with some friends of my other self and after that I went to talk to an associate, see if he had any news about a big job that was coming up. He didn't have anything interesting for me today, so I just wandered around town for a bit before driving back to my home. 

Once there I found that my neighbour had been done some gardening as well. He'd cut the hedges between the two properties. But here is where things went weird. I had no idea what the reasoning was while it happened, but the next part has me thinking that the hedge was too short?

I broke in through the back door. Thankfully the neighbour and any family weren't home but sadly, his cat was. I had grabbed it and slit it's throat then casually proceeded to use it's blood to write "Five and a half feet," in big letters on his bathroom mirror. I sickeningly then left the cat's body in a seemingly young daughter's room. I spent the rest of the day watching television and surfing the internet as if it was normal until I woke up.

Not sure what that was about, but was a vivid and weird dream non the less. May as well share it, may end up writing something from this.