Brave Slayer Writes

It's one of those cold January nights.

Just like that, after many moons, I found myself walking a familiar road.. back to a familiar place.

"You used to steer clear from this path." My mind was reminding me.
"Remember your happy place, brave one." My heart whispered.

'But my happy place is long gone. He's long gone.' I tried to reason.

'He's not supposed to be your happy place, it should be where he left you in.' A stern voice was heard somewhere.

Confused. Straight up scared.
Should I start picking up these glittering pieces of thrill? It seems inviting.
'Oh but dear, they aren't glittering pieces of thrill. These are the broken pieces of you. You've been here before.' Father Time has spoken.

"Don't let this road turn you into grey again. Go back, find your happy place, cherish it, and stay there. Turn back. RUN!"
I remember him say.

Stuck on a crossroad. After many moons. Again.
Thrills of happiness? Happiness with a thrill? Or just a rush?

Where do I go from here?

'Familiar Roads'
An excerpt from a book I'll never publish. A braveslayer's original.

THAT NIGHT WAS KIND OF SPECIAL.

I tend to pick up on the smallest cues of concern, of what was said and done to me..

not because I’m too sentimental or cliché,
but because I only knew of it in tiny portions.

It’s why I recognize them so easy..

Small amount of gentleness, small ounce of care here and there, picking up random pieces of happiness I can keep..

Could there have been more?
Would there be more?

Halfway through this lifetime and I have no idea how it could have felt, to be genuinely cared for.

Halfway through this life and I have no clue how it could have felt if love was served any other way, aside from the crumbs I’ve known of all this time.

I wonder how it would feel.
Strange feelings can be scary, that’s what they said.

Maybe I’ll spend a whole lifetime wondering.
Maybe I’ll spend a lifetime not knowing.
Maybe I’ll be okay with that.
Can’t miss something you never had, right.
Right?

‘ALL I HAD WERE CRUMBS’
-a braveslayer’s original.

It has been some time since I last saw Father Time.
I'm starting to think that He may have forgotten about me.

I went on with my journey, wandering away from that familiar road.. I feel alone, or so I thought.
T'was a clear day in May, the afternoon breeze was humid. The streets were deserted. At last, I've reached home.

Days and days have passed, I've been noticing something soothing coming from just outside my window. There's this voice I've been drawn to.
I decided to find out where's it coming from. Can you guess what is it? A robin! A charming little robin!

He seems a little shy, but every night, just before I'm about to settle in bed, I can see him outside my window, and so I say hi.
I can tell he likes it when I talk to him. I bet he doesn't understand but the more I talk, the longer he stays.

How can a robin have such a magical voice? I swear I can listen to it all day. With these thoughts in my head, I fell into slumber.

By daybreak, my new friend is nowhere to be found. I can't hear him anywhere.
I wish he'd come back. He keeps me entertained, you know. That day went by so slow.

Alas! Nightfall came. I hear him! I hear him! He came back! My charming robin is back!

I kept my window opened that night, he was chirping his lungs out as if telling me the highlights of his day.
Since then, he never failed to come back every dusk, to tell me of his adventures. He's quite a story-teller!

I sat in awe, how can a robin choose me, out of all the random houses around?
Maybe he knew I needed company. Or maybe he just needed someone to hang around with.

He could be temporary, that I know. Maybe one nightfall, he won't come back anymore.
Well, I won't make a fuss out of that...yet.
For now, I am just happy that I get to talk to him.
Somehow, he knew I needed him, and in a way, he needed me too.
Perhaps... that is all that matters.. for now.

“Along Came A Robin" A braveslayer's original.
An excerpt from a book I hope to publish.

THE FINALE.

Today started out as a random day that took a turn for the worse.

How I wish it was just one of those bad dreams..
where I could wake up from it and suddenly all of it goes away..

The emotions are too real. The tears are blinding.
It's past 3 am. Eyes are heavy, but sleep won't come easy.

All of a sudden, I am lost. Somewhere along the way, something went wrong and I didn't have any clue. I was told not to worry.

"You'll be better off without me." He said.
"Maybe the best." He said.

He dropped the words like a bomb, came to me like a heavy pound on the chest. For split seconds, I can't breathe.

The waves of pain were unexpected.

Too real that my body's natural defense was to let out silent tears. The kind of cry where you had to bite off your lips so hard it bleeds, just so you wouldn't make a sound.

I lost a friend, just like that.

"Hush.. All is well." I was convincing myself.

I can feel my insides twitching in agony. I never thought it's gonna be this bad.

I used up all my strength to send him the last two messages I'm ever gonna write. There's no coming back from here. Damage has been done.

How do I move on, knowing I was not even worth to be kept as a friend? After being disposed? After being pushed off? No hesitation whatsoever. Without a thought. I wasn't even worth a phone call.

The curiosity finally burned out, and yes it did kill the cat.

- An excerpt, based on a true story.
"A Collision with a Gentle Giant"

For a moment, we were the saddest people we know..

And somehow the only happiness we found was being beside each other, talking and laughing..
until it was 3 in the morning.

We knew it wasn't right.. whatever feelings we had.

"Do you like how you feel?" he asked me.
I pressed my lips. I thought for a moment.

"We all need somebody at some point..
Whether it is the right or wrong person.”

“Do you like how you feel?” I threw the question back.

His lips curved into a smile. Then kisses my forehead.

Aahh be still my heart .. YES..
THIS is exactly what I need right now.

The window was cracked open.

There was a cold breeze in the room.

His arms were warm enough though, and for the first time in a long time, I had the most peaceful sleep.

- 3AM Tales, an excerpt. ⓒ braveslayer

It has been some time since I last saw Father Time.
I'm starting to think that He may have forgotten about me.

I went on with my journey, wandering away from that familiar road.. I feel alone, or so I thought.
T'was a clear day in May, the afternoon breeze was humid. The streets were deserted. At last, I've reached home.

Days and days have passed, I've been noticing something soothing coming from just outside my window. There's this voice I've been drawn to.
I decided to find out where's it coming from. Can you guess what is it? A robin! A charming little robin!

He seems a little shy, but every night, just before I'm about to settle in bed, I can see him outside my window, and so I say hi.
I can tell he likes it when I talk to him. I bet he doesn't understand but the more I talk, the longer he stays.

How can a robin have such a magical voice? I swear I can listen to it all day. With these thoughts in my head, I fell into slumber.

By daybreak, my new friend is nowhere to be found. I can't hear him anywhere.
I wish he'd come back. He keeps me entertained, you know. That day went by so slow.

Alas! Nightfall came. I hear him! I hear him! He came back! My charming robin is back!

I kept my window opened that night, he was chirping his lungs out as if telling me the highlights of his day.
Since then, he never failed to come back every dusk, to tell me of his adventures. He's quite a story-teller!

I sat in awe, how can a robin choose me, out of all the random houses around?
Maybe he knew I needed company. Or maybe he just needed someone to hang around with.

He could be temporary, that I know. Maybe one nightfall, he won't come back anymore.
Well, I won't make a fuss out of that...yet.
For now, I am just happy that I get to talk to him.
Somehow, he knew I needed him, and in a way, he needed me too.
Perhaps... that is all that matters.. for now.

“Along Came A Robin" A braveslayer's original.
An excerpt from a book I hope to publish.

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This page is created to share my personal emotional journey, of when I’m happy, sad, scared, anxious, and yes, even when I’m stressed out, through writing.

Because some things are easier written than said. You see, I am not much of a talker. 😅

It is more of an outlet for myself, and hopefully, it can provide something you can resonate with too.

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