1.
Written By: Matthew
There was once a faraway island. On this island lived I, alone, cold and forever destined for death. No one offered to be my saviour. And the God that so mercilessly gave me life, was ready to take it away without a thought.
I have these thoughts, so often it... but no one will listen anyways. I am forever destined to enjoy this heartless paradise on this small green patch of earth, which I will soon call my grave.
And then I sat up. The chickens. I had not fed the chickens.
2.
Written By: Jason
Green is the color of the sky, the grass, the trees, the water. Everything is green. I am green. I am innocent. But I asked him when I last saw him, “Why did you leave the roses red?” And to that he said, “Some things are not worth their purity. You my son are pure, you are not tainted by the world and its greed, deceit and corruption.”
Everything is green. I am green. I am innocent. I think. But the roses are red. Why are they red? Red is a pretty color. I wish more things were red.
3.
Written By: Christopher
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“You know who.”
“I swear I don’t know who you’re talking about”
“Don’t FUCKING lie to me. I know you have her!”
“I don’t! Whoever gave you this intel is lying.”
“LIES! IVE SCOURED EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THIS PLACE!”
“Then you would know past the rocks is nothing but burnt ends.”
“No. Not anymore. Someone is harvesting. And I know it’s you.”
“It’s not! I haven’t been there since the full moon. I swear on my life.”
“Where is she?”
“We’ve… I don’t know. I’ve told you.”
“You will pay for this. Mark my words! You will die if she isn’t returned to me by the solstice”
4.
Written By: Matthew
Six souls once inhabited this green patch. Now, a mere five remain. I have tallied them four times over, and the grim reality refuses to yield; I shall not count a fifth, for I fear the accusations my heart will hurl at the heavens.
The blades of grass where she once rested are still crushed, still emerald. I press my palm against the earth. It is warm. A lingering heat of a life that was here only a heartbeat ago.
I offered no prayers. I know well enough what silence follows a plea to the divine. Instead, I knelt among the five and whispered my apologies, words I can offer to these chickens, but to no one else in this heartless world.