Adventure
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID7 days ago in Fiction
The Face on its back.. Content Warning.
The waves crashed against the boat, rocking it, he hadnt set down the anchor before he had passed out drunk the night before. As he slowly came to his senses he realised he was near an island, he wracked his brain trying to think where he was. It mustve been somewhere in indonesia. His head ached, hed hit the booze a little hard the night before, he ran his little sailboat himself, it had a motor clamped to the back for emergencies but hed never really used it.
By Elliot Davison8 days ago in Fiction
Vigilante
My whole life had been to fight for the light. I had known from a very early age that this was my purpose. I had encountered my fair share of darkness, trials and tribulations but throughout it all I knew that I was meant to stay with the light. I had questioned on occasion how things were run, why certain things were done the way they were done and Source had given me answers. Some had come from experiences that taught me lessons and some had come in immediate answers. Source was never angry at me for questioning but did warn me to not develop too much of a love for the dark side. In my younger years, I thought, "How ludicrous is that? I would never. So on the straight and narrow I am that I'll never fall for the dark side." The years passed, I aged, I went on many mission for Source, righting the wrongs that had occurred. Over the years, through my struggles, I developed a sense of longing. I was scarce to admit it to any of the other warriors but I was curious if you will of the dark. The way I looked at was the better you can understand the enemy, the easier it will be to defeat. One day, myself and a few other light warriors had been assigned to a certain part of the city to assist those in need. I was making my way back home through the forest when suddenly I saw a man, an evil man, assaulting a very young girl. Source had been clear on this, I could interfere but only to scare the man away and I was not to take his life. Although, I may or may not have slipped a time or two in these situations. I was about to run towards the situation when a man cloaked in darkness came out from the other side of the forest. I decided to wait and watch a moment. The man swiftly and quietly came up behind the evil man and in one efficient move slit his throat. I watched shocked and slightly in awe as the evil man crumpled to the ground. The evil man now a heap on the ground, as useless in death as he was in life. The man that had come from the shadows helped the young woman to her feet, spoke to her briefly, then she ran off in the opposite direction. I decided to continue watching. The cloaked man then pulled a torch and an accelerate from his satchel. I watched in fascination as he poured the accelerate onto the evil man clumped in a heap on the ground then torched the man in an all encompassing fire. As the fire blazed, my cold, dead heart started to warm. You might find that odd that the death of a person albeit an evil person by another man's hand, could warm my heart but it's true. I had, over the years, seen all kinds of evil and what Source wanted us to do to right these wrongs just seemed like a slap on the wrist in certain situations. I had developed what you might call a fire and a lust for justice and not just any justice, swift justice. The system was flawed. I had witnessed that first hand. Where was the justice when my ex husband had beat me and my children? "We don't have that authority here," I was told. So I asked Source and Source said to give it time and his due justice would be served. I have seen grown men that raped young children and was told, 'We'll put them away so they won't hurt anyone else." only for them to get out of prison on a technicality within the next few months. So, these evil people just get to keep spreading their evil and their hurt and that creates more evil and more hate all because we won't just take them out when they need to be taken out? You failed. Time for you to reincarnate and hopefully you learn a better lesson next life sir or mam. However, you do not get a free pass to continue spreading evil in this particular dimension. That is my opinion. But my opinion was not popular among the other light warriors and especially not with Source. So, after seeing this cloaked man that day in the woods, I decided to stalk him. He was my new secret obsession. I followed him for a few weeks and what I found astounded me. He was a vigilante. He did this sort of thing (the killing of evil people), often and seemingly with no one to answer to but himself. At about week two of following my mysterious cloaked man, Source came to me and asked me where I had been. You cannot lie to Source because Source always knows. So, I simply said, "I've been gathering research on vigilantes and light warriors." Source said, "I see. Child, you can dance with the darkness all you want but remember who your fighting for at the end of the day." With that, Source left. I didn't see this as a bad thing though. Vigilantes were simply dealing out due justice in a swift and efficient manner. The next week, as I was following my cloaked man through the forest he suddenly stopped. He turned his head to the side, smiled a sly smile then said to the trees and wind seemingly, "I wonder exactly how long your going to follow me light warrior. If you were going to report me, surely you'd have done it by now." Of course, he knew I was following him. Damn! I should've been more stealthy. Well, the jig was up. I stepped out from behind the grove of trees I'd been behind and said, "Well, then I guess I'll just follow you in the open." He responded, "How about you tell me why it is your following me?" Suddenly, he turned around and I could see his pale blue-green eyes. The truth was that there was a part of the so-called darkness that absolutely enthralled me. The swiftness of the vigilantes moves, the stealth, the power of taking someone's life that doesn't deserve to live, the fire behind that, the passion that must take, all of this lit up my insides like a fire in a dry forest. I craved it, wanted it, wanted to taste it, feel it moving inside me, I wanted to kiss the darkness and lick its lips. So, standing there, in his cloak of darkness, suddenly we were eye to eye and the space between us shortened quite quickly. All I could manage to say was, "Curiosity killed the cat." before we were all hands, moans, groans, lips and suddenly I was on the forest floor. As I gazed up at him, he looked at me with a longing so deep and I felt as if he was seeing me for who I truly was when so few had done so before. He kissed me deeply and passionately and I returned the favor. He said, "Yes?" and I shook my head yes. I could feel him thrusting inside me, the feel of him like nothing I'd ever felt before, I cannot tell you even to this day how I knew but I knew...he would be my lover forever. When we had climaxed we collapsed onto each other on the forest floor. We smiled and laughed together and then I said, "Well, the boss isn't going to like this." I had just went rouge, very rouge and I couldn't care less. I wanted him and that was all that mattered. In the days and weeks that followed, Source found out and informed me that I could not be a light warrior anymore if this were to continue so I became a healer and set up camp in the very forest I met my cloaked vigilante in, occasionally I go with him on his travels and we right the world of injustice together. We still fight our fights, the ones that are important to us. I think I just figured out that fighting for the light is not always so black and white and perhaps it doesn't have to be. After all, evil certainly doesn't think in black and white.
By Lindsey Altom8 days ago in Fiction
