BJaros

Joined June 2021

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Getting the Horns
The roar of the crowd became deafening as I entered the stadium. The fans cheered from my left and right as I walked down the aisle towards the boxing ring dominating the center of the massive arena. They were all here to see the fight of the year. They’d been promised a lollapalooza, and they were hungry for it. I was the challenger, taking on the reigning champion, and looking at leaving the ring with his belt in my hands. I’d been nervous in the waiting room, anxious and restless, but now my mind was in the zone. I’d trained myself past my limits, and again beyond the new ones I’d formed, so I felt as prepared as I could be for this match. I climbed up to the ring, slipped between the ropes, and came face-to-face with the champ.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Losstars
“Dear diary, My life has always been like any other royal before me, as far as the dresses, food, treatment, and of course living in the stone palace. However, its also been very lonely. Because of my wings, I was taken from my mother upon birth and raised by a governess instead. Even if you thought that wasn’t too bad, it gets worse. My father hates me, and has forced me to live in isolation, inside the highest tower of the palace my entire life. The only true blessings I can think of count up to a total of three: My governess, who has always been kind to me and treated me like her own, doting on me every chance she gets. My tower window, which allows me to see my floating city made of stone and all its people. And my birthdays, which are the only times I briefly get to see my mother, and the only time I receive anything from the outside world except for books, linens, and clothes. I have always loved my mother, even with how rarely we see each other, and she has always found little ways of showing me she loves me, even with our distance, so even though she’s never been a large presence in my life, she’s always been there and has constantly kept me in mind and heart, and I look forward to every time I get the chance to see her.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Losstars
In a world foreign to your own, yet tauntingly familiar, reign two kingdoms. Earth no longer exists, for it has destroyed and rebuilt itself anew. Legends say the moon was hit by a strange force which broke it and sent the world into chaos as shards fell to the earth and the balance of nature was permanently altered. Many died, and the world the people of that era had worked so hard to create, fell to ruin. Pollution reigned, crops failed, and water became like poison. Those who survived scattered over the world, and grew even scarcer afterwards. These individuals became the ancestors of my people, and the people still down on the now repaired and renamed world, known as, Lubella.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
One Last Cast
It was a terribly cold morning, the kind that’d cut to the bone if there had been even a lick of wind, but it was perfectly calm, thankfully. I took a few sips from my thermos and looked out over the frozen pond before me. It’d be the last time I’d see this place. We were moving. We were not only going be living in a city, but our new place was also much farther south. I knew I’d likely never get to see the pond again, and I was already nostalgic for the years of fishing I’d had here, especially ice fishing. I walked down to the shoreline, bundled against the cold, with rod and tackle in hand. It’d been a blizzard out the last few days, and I’d feared I wouldn’t be able to make it out here one more time before we left. The weather had relented today however, so even though I did have a bit of last minute packing to do, I didn’t care. My folks would probably chew me out for it, but I hoped that perhaps dad would understand. All I wanted was just a couple hours alone to fish, just one last time.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Dana
“Damn it, Dana! I told you to wash the dishes an hour ago and they’re still in my sink! Get in here and stop being so lazy!” My father shouted from the kitchen.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Lullabies, like Petals on the Wind
“Mary! Mary! The wash is ready to be hung outside!” I hauled the heavy wicker basket of linens out the back of the manor house, out into the bright sun and gentle breeze of April, struggling to keep my hair out of my face and keep my grip on the basket tucked at my left side. I knew I should have tied my hair up beforehand, but it was too late now. I made it to the clothesline, and plopped my load down at my feet before I began pulling the sheets out one by one to secure them. The breeze was perfect out despite my disdain for what it was doing to my hair, as was the weather; not too warm and a sky full of puffy clouds that one could pass the time finding shapes in. The scents of the season were in full swing, for every flower in the garden was in bloom, including the mighty pear tree nearby.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
The Tower
The Tower. It’s where I was born, where I lived, and where I would one day die. I had never set foot nor even seen what was outside of it. It was home, sanctuary, and prison. They said it protects us, keeps us safe, and that’s all we need to know or care about. They refuse to tell us any more than that, or so Mommy and Daddy say, I’ve never gotten to ask any of the people in charge myself. After all, Mommy and Daddy always told me to listen to and respect my elders. Daddy worked high up in the tower, and Mommy worked outside, where it’s so dangerous, and she wasn’t allowed to talk about what she saw out there. She told me I probably wouldn’t understand anyway or that I wouldn’t until I was older. Understanding is hard anyway, but I try my best.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
The Tower
The Tower. It’s where I was born, where I lived, and where I would one day die. I had never set foot nor even seen what was outside of it. It was home, sanctuary, and prison. They said it protects us, keeps us safe, and that’s all we need to know or care about. They refuse to tell us any more than that, or so Mommy and Daddy say, I’ve never gotten to ask any of the people in charge myself. After all, Mommy and Daddy always told me to listen to and respect my elders. Daddy worked high up in the tower, and Mommy worked outside, where it’s so dangerous, and she wasn’t allowed to talk about what she saw out there. She told me I probably wouldn’t understand anyway or that I wouldn’t until I was older. Understanding is hard anyway, but I try my best.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction