Avery's Earliest Memory

Master Gustav, the day he lured me away, and how I ended up like this.

He approached me, told me he had work he would pay me for. I was a young boy who had naught to eat for at least two days, so any offer of money was grand. 

Avery Stuff

 A note from Zayne: A few years ago, back in highschool, I woke up int he morning to find I'd had a nightmare in the middle of the night, scribbled this down in the dark, and gone back to sleep. Just last year, I picked it back up and played with it, even dedicated a blog into turning this into a novel. I'm going to spend the next hour or so collecting that stuff, moving it all to a new blog maybe, and starting it back up without any of the original people on it. Maybe gather a new set of people to help spawn ideas. But for now, I'm going to move most of it over here, all of it titled Avery Stuff or the like.









For centuries, mankind has strived for immortality. For the ability to live forever, to discard all fear of death. In the year 1723, a man by the name of Gustav Culto created an elixir meant to give the drinker eternal life. It took may years of failed experiments that led to many dead test subjects (orphans he picked up off the streets who had nothing else to live for).
That is how he found me. Now, I am not going to give you a big sob-story about my parents dying or anything. No, all I will tell you is it was better for them and me that I was not in their care as a child. Though Master Gustav was no better.
You see, not only did this potion indefinitely prolong your life, no permanent harm could befall you. While any previous damage your body had sustained did not change, if you were to lose a finger or receive an otherwise fatal blow, it would heal instantaneously. Everything either healed shut or grew back, and nothing scarred. Master Gustav tested this thoroughly. He severed my limbs, cut and sliced every inch of skin he could reach. He took flame or heated iron to my flesh. Once, he even stabbed out my good eye. 

Drabble, 6/18

I stand before you, a clean slate, a blank canvas, waiting for your brush strokes to paint me a masterpiece in your image. I know that I will be your finest piece, your star . You will make me into such beauty that no eyes would be able to look upon me without tearing up.

Drabble, 6/18

He hurt. He hurt more than he'd ever hurt before, more than all the broke bones he'd acquired in his life. When people talked about heart break, he never understood they spoke of a physical pain. his chest ached and his lungs burned, like the very air they need was poisonous. Every breath he drew made it worse and worse until he prayed he could survive without it.

Drabble 6/18

But you are the smoke I try to capture, the tiger I try to tame. I know it will never be, but I must never stop trying, for fear you will become naught. You will turn out to be some figment my mind created to fill in the blankness you would leave behind.

To Anyone, Anywhere, who's ever felt down for any reason.

I want to hug you.

I want to take away all your problems

Shove them in a locked box

Drop it at the bottom of the deepest ocean

Tonight, I Am Infinite

This is meant to be a spoken word kind of thing. I might record myself reading it and post it later.


Tonight, I am infinite.
I am the stars, the universe, the galaxies!
I am never ending!
Laying in your arms,
I feel larger than life.
My mind is among the particles in space
While I am here with you
You are safe
You are home
With you, anything is possible!
I could step to the moon
Or walk on the sun.