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Note- I wrote this in 1996, my first story, well, my first succesfuly short story, made appearances in two magazines, school and a magazine for young writers in Philadelphia. It also appeared in my brother's 3rd album with the band Bleed. Two other local bands took it and did their own covers. This is also appearing in the booklet. Eh, never bothered with paragraphs with my early writing Enjoy!

There were about 7 doors. The room light went out so all you could see was the white light from the open doors, but they didn't even light the room up by an inch. It was like taking a lit candle to a dark room and the flame could not be seen, but was still there. As each door shut I felt like I was going deeper in a hole, a bottomless pit where eventually I would fall till I found a rock or an edge to grab on to. As I hanged on the edge I looked up. I saw the faces of the people who hated me, who were still my friend but soon not to be. Each person would shut his or her door one by one. My emptyness got stronger as each door closed. It felt like bullets of emptyness were tearing through my body, deep down into my heart. As my blood dripped down my body down to the bottomless pit, I grabbed on to a rock that was on the left side of the pit, the rock shattered when I touched it with my bloody hand. A friend came out of the shattered rock like a ghost and looked at me with disgrace as I fell further down then with in a second or two the friend closed a door at the same time a slash appeared on my chest making me bleed even more. Finally after falling so far down into the pit I grabbed on to another edge. It felt like I was elevating miles at a time, the air became easier to breathe and my wounds disappeared one at a time. Soon I was climbing out of a grave. When I came out I was in a dessert. As the grave shrank I looked at a green marble sink that had a mirror floating up on top. The sink and the mirror were in-between two doors that were possible to open. I turned the sink on, ice cold fresh water quickly filled the sink as I drank some while the rest over filled the sink and with to the ground. I decided to go to the door on the left and I ended up in the same area as the sink gave water to the land and plants grew. But this was not where I wanted to be... I wanted my friends’ back and my family to love me again. But I couldn't leave, it was just me and just me that I love and that love me. I lay on the ground and closed my eyes and let the animals eat me. My soul went to the land; my power gave a chance for animal
rule, for humans to never be born. This was my alternate universe. As my land was made I closed my eyes and saw that in the real world a second USA Civil War broke out while the UN and NATO were destroyed by a dictator of the Mideast. The dictator took over Africa and killed many of the children. I saw dead children as militants lying dead in ditches, as nuclear cells destroyed the rest of the world and brought death to everyone in site. Then I was soon apart of my alternate universe...

The End.

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Step a side, truthfulness is miles away, and its a bit bloodier than most of you think, I've seen much more than my age, and after my recent tours throughout Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, Pacific Islands, South America, Central America, the Carribean, and Northern Canada.... what you see is horrible for you is only luxury to many.