7 Wishes

DAY 3: SLOTH

"Ok, so your idea of punishment is to make the kid feel like he's skisto-whatever. My idea of punishment is him being a walking zombie, or nearly killing him."
"Ne-, Grim, wait. The boy will fear. At least he said 'praying'. He will fear me like man first did, then welcome me as a father."
"Look, I get your soft and all, but I'd skin him, instead of "Making  Him learn how to love god!". Coulda just put him through religious school, he'd fear you after that."
"Thank you for your kind advice and insult Nexus"
" I was fat-"
"Oh here we go again, with your vulgarity and hate for humankind."
"Sitting on my butt, stuffing my face with junk and then I died, became a reaper, and I reaper I will stay. You want to know why I hate you and Humanity, cause I was fat like those other buggers down there, and for you, Deus, you took me from my boy. Kid never knew me, and you killed me, with the diabetes and whatever other junk."

I woke up, and I was tired. I really was. One thing I learned is I'm not schizophrenic, because if i was schizophrenic, I'd be crazy. I'm not crazy, yet.
I didn't feel like school. Didn't feel like going to school, or reading, or even playing a game. Didn't even think of moving. In fact, I could barely move. 
So I stayed on my bed, waiting for my mom to wake me up. But after 12:00 I realised it wasn't Friday, it was Saturday.
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 But, that didn't mean I could just sleep. I meant, I was entitled to do anything I felt like. Mom couldn't do nothing. And yes, cause its Saturday, I don't care at all about anything. Including grammar. 
After 2:00 I got hungry. Like, real hungry. So hungry, I think I saw Grim in my window. And that too. Grim can just take his own sole. Cause its saturday, and I don't care at all.
When I got up to go get some grub for my tum, I couldn't move. No, really, I couldn't move. No, I'm not joking, someone get a doctor
I couldn't feel anything. I became numb, and soon, I was scared. 
"MOM!! MA!!!!
ANYONE, I CAN'T MOVE!!
OH GOD, MY THROAT, I...  CA..NT BREATH!"
My throat collapsed in on itself. The room Became HaZy. I could almost see my mother and Ben rushing in. Ben was crying. My mom was in shock. Because if I heard her correctly, my neck, was what caved in.
I woke up in the hospital, and puked over my self. I couldn't even move to turn, so It was stuck on my lap. My mother took a rag and cleaned me off. Apparently, this was the 7th time this had happened. I couldn't move except for my eyes and mouth. Yet I couldn't talk, I was voiceless. The doctor said the had to remove my vocal cords in order to save me. I would of course been given the patched ones.
They said they  couldn't find out why this happened, and were especially baffled how i survived while they turn of the oxygen. They said god must of saved me, but I know better, God's the one who did this.

THANK YOU FOR 700 VIEWS!!!!

 Thank you guys so much for 700 cooking views! Cookies go out to everyone of you. Thank you so much. Haha, see, I still love cookies. I really want make a shout out to everyone for 700 hundred views, and i'd also like to say I'm sorry 7 wishes is taking so long. It's hard to blog every day, so it will be done by December 7th. Thanks Again, and wait. Sorry about the X-craft, it will be weekly after 7 wishes is done. And Eve will be coming back, and i'll post the beginning again for all of the new people on this blog. 
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7 Wishes

DAY 2: ENVY


"The boy, he learned his lesson yet?"
"No, not just yet. Patience is in order Nex-"
"The names Grim-"
"NO it's not Nexus, In my name know names have power"
"Teach Satin that rubbish, at least people care when I come-"
"Nexus...even the immortal can die, and there are things worse then death..."
"Shut it, for I may just take...your..."

"Mom, look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I was a jerk. I deserve the grounding."
"I could forgive you, but remember, you wanted this. Do the time."
There was no changing her mind. 
Why couldn't I be like Ben? Good grades. Good hair. Good toys. God, even he has a better life. Why? Why couldn't he be as bad as me. Ben was taking a nap. Why was I praying that my mom would be merciful? I crept into Ben's room. He was so perfect. Good hair, good grades, good life. I deserve his life. He's just a dumb little kid. 
But, I have schizophrenia. So, I'm currently locked in my room. How do I have schizophrenia? Well, when my schizophrenia side comes, he'll say I don't have schizophrenia. He'll say he's too good for schizophrenia. But we all know I'm schizophrenic.

 Look at me, one day I'm opening the door for death, the I'm getting my self grounded, yelled at and more via my schizophrenia.

Ben isn't  schizophrenic. Nor mom, nor was dad. But I just am. Wonder what my other personalities are.

"He needs more punishment."
"All in due time."
"He needs one tonight."
"In the name of my son Nexues-"
"IT'S GRIM, THE GRIM REAPER!!!!"
"What are you going to do, fire your magnum."
"I'm thinking of it. You gave me life-"
"I Gave you death. Be happy, unlike those mortals."

Persephone's Writting.

Hey guys,  I have an awesome story for you by my deer, I mean dear friend Amaya, heh heh (phew). She's called Persephone in other aspects of her life, so that's what we'll call her.  Hope you like it, I personly love (serously, you guys. She's going to destroy me if you don't) it.

The green sea crashes onto the sand. I am sitting on wet ground, unafraid. I front of me lies a five year old girl who is intently starring at a light pink shell, carefully placed on the sand. Suddenly, a frothing, foaming wave crashes down, inches away from the little girls face, and the shell is lost in the ever crashing seas as it draws back. The girl runs to the shoreline and wads into the warter. She comes running back to me. 
"Look mommy, look what I found"
The girl opens her fist, and there, in her hand, was the shell

7 Gifts

Day 1: PRIDE

I woke up feeling good. Really good. Like I had won the lotto.
Then I looked at my room. It was garbage. Not just the junk on my wall, but the whole thing. The walls were a bright blue with green hexagons. The floor was a crisp golden wood. Yet... This just didn't fit me.

Cults, weirdness and da Dibik.G virus

Ok...First of...Remember the first post I made about me being both Cyrix7 and Ianosaurus, well, see people have different ideals and stuff, and we have two cults in our empire.

One group, who believe in secrets and mysteries and stories and myths. The, the cult of X, believe in technological advancements and the truth. So, basically, they hate each other, and might just destroy the empire for their own selfish battles. (Guys, this post is actually very deep. Try to read between the lines, and understand this, almost every post has an inner meaning, does this make me apart if the cult of I, who knows. Hint, has to do with something in the Middle East.) 

What about Yin-Yang? He's so fragile (I will rule this empire puny human with my good looks!!!!!!!-Yin)

So, join whichever side you chose, either way cookies will be eaten.

Then, dare is da Dibik.G disease. I got it in my bloood stream now, so I might talk like dis for a while. I might need a doctor, so... Get a vaccine today. Check out dibik's blog after getting cookie vaccine nation. Emperor out. Oh, we now have friends who use da force.