Who could be so cruel?

Sad lonely eyes looking up at the world from the side of the road, wondering why no one will stop to say hello to me. Watching a million people walk by blissfully ignoring my presence in the world as if I were nothing.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity when someone would give me just a little, I've been hungry for days now. I'm beginning to see the world as a dark and cruel place, it wasn't that long ago when the world was my oyster, and I could have anything I desired.

What happened to those days? Did I do something wrong to deserve this? If I could say I'm sorry to the people that I loved I would, if I could say anything I'm sure someone would stop to help.

I put my head on the ground and wait. I wait for my turn. Someone will have the courage to help me.

Finally someone comes near to me, I lift my head up in hopes that they'll stop and pay some attention to me. That after countless hours sitting patiently in the sun I'll get what I need.

Again, I go unnoticed as the tall stranger zooms past and into the shop. The person does a double take as they enter the shop. Were they looking at me?

They turned around in the door and look out at the world from the safe confines of the shop. Is it time?

They wave. I look around and see another person on the other side of the road wave back.

Putting my head down again, I feel alone and rejected.

A small child comes towards me. They're always so friendly and caring. I begin to stand to greet them when a large person accompanying they yanks them out of the way.

Looking up at them I can only see an outline of a figure with a halo of light visible around their head as if they were blocking out the sun. Are they the person of my dreams who has come to rescue me from this life on the street? Are they an angel sent from heaven to take me away?

The person raises their hand to the sky in a gesture to bring it down on my head.

I cringe in fear, waiting for the inevitable moment when that blinding red pain will light up my world making it hard to concentrate, to see.

It doesn't come, instead I hear a shrill of laughter as the person can only pat himself on the back as he saw the fear in my eyes.

Why do people have to be so cruel? Would they find the same enjoyment if they were huddled in a corner on the sidewalk while so many people passed them by?

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This story is inspired by the dog that I saw today while I was having breakfast at a little cafe here in Brunei.

Before we left the cafe one of the other shop keepers chased him away. I can't imagine someone being so cruel to an animal who's only looking for some food and love. I could never live here, I would have a house full of dogs all of which I see on my daily commute to work.

Neglectful

Music: Alec Empire - Ice | Alec Empire - Robot L.O.V.E.

Where has it all gone. The time has passed unbelievably quickly the last few days and I honestly don't have any idea what I did to make it go by so fast.

The only thing that I do know is:

1. I found a buyer for my old camera.
2. We're giving a spare TV to a friend.
3. At some point, we're giving that same friend a laptop.
4. I have an uncontrollable urge to write.

A few years back, probably 4 now, I started writing a story. Since that point it has blossomed to close to 40 pages with 10 or 12 more pages of edits that have yet to be added.

I don't remember any more why I started writing it, only that I have been neglecting it for the last two years. I was talking with an old friend from high school today when we began to discuss some of the writing projects that we've been neglecting since the last time we talked. (Prior to this the last time I spoke to her was close to 6 months ago)

We got on the subject and I began to think about this story, which I aptly named The Lumberjack. Yes, it will be a cheesy, 80s throw-back slasher with a bit of a twist. I was going to use "campy" but then realized that a mysterious stranger terrorizing campground would be a little redundant actually.

I'm going to spend some time this evening, before my wife comes home working on some of those edits. When she does get home I"m going to force her to watch AVP: Requiem again because its awesome.