I've been thinking about Hope these days...

[Emily]

Here, slide closer, dreamy love. Creep your way into my mind until nightmares surround me. 'Till I'm left with no time, and wanting you in my life, you, a concious being, a human soul, one which shares my truths, lies, and sorrows. Drag your smoking limbs and darkened eyes closer, dear. Welcome me and call your world my own, my home, my sanctum, 'till it is I, the creator, left to turn to mist and escape with the moon, as the sun breaths life back over the Earth.

 

Bored. What to do? Daydream or procrastinate. Daydream or procrastinate...

 

Hmm... daydream or procrastinate...

 

Daydream...

 

Follow the dreams which lead home, deary. To dead dogs and relationships unheard of...

 

...or procrastinate...

 

Clouds with spirits, think of the magic--- SHUT UP!

 

Oh, please, BE QUIET! Scrawled on the desks are words, unkind, dreary, dreadful words! From unkind, dreary, dreadful people! Hush world, hush mind! Just allow me to sink into the ground and disappear! Or shall I cling to the world hoping and praying that...?

 

"No. Don't you dare say it. Hope's a killer, love. Hope dares to give you dreams each night. Hope dares to drag you through the airless day, because you are you and you enjoy the idea that They will return. That They will somehow materialize into our world and save the day. All because of Hope. All because of you and your Hope; bleak, bloody Hope.

 

"Hope; what a word! "'Have hope, everything gets better!...'" No. Don't have Hope. Hope is a lie. Hope is a murderer in disguise. And it waits."

 

But where, praytell, would we be without Hope?

 

"You'd be without me. You'd move on. Instead of this state of breathlessness. You wouldn't be digging your fists into your stomach at night in panic and downright fear of the world. Of lonliness. You wouldn't be thinking of death, not of suicide, but of life away from this place. You wouldn't make faces, or pace, or dream of Him. You could have a relationship, without Him holding you back."

 

Brother, you've always hated him---!

 

"Of me holding you back! Of any of us! Madaline, Audeene, Octavia. Jay or Shaun, Mariah, or Val... Alex, or that new guy... You'd be free. You'd be happy. You wouldn't be praying for Us. You'd be hopeless, and forced to work with what you got. Get true friends..."

 

-As I wrote this my brother (character) became more and more... awake, if I can say that. What started with a conversation with my own mind, grew into... this.-

 

Not the first time, of course.

 

So I ask you this: given what my definition of "hope" is, is it better with or without? Do you "hope"?

[Emily]

Hope your characters will come to the real world to "save the day!" (sarcastic excitement)

[Jenna]

This is very good but a bit confusing to me, hmm your writing style just has something about it, I can't explain that I just really like a lot.

Without hope, I'm sure where I would be. So I guess yes.