Chapter 5? That's half way to ten, awesome!

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

I've started to schedule the fictions/chapters I'm releasing ahead of time, it seems useful. (You should be able to see the schedule as well, or at least the schedule for the next chapter.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

I’m getting this feeling that the end is nearing but if turn around to check I might be the next,

Oooh

What a sensation even a bit of hesitation will cause my damnation, so as the sirens get louder and blue and red flash I realize that I’m alive at last

Yah,

Never got my parent's applause, no peers ever saw me as an equal, but now they all fear me, the one who partnered with the reaper

Haha,

Deep in the forest I go, a heap of boots follow my trail, but I’m-

BANG!

The thrill of the kill was consumed by the whispers of the reaper as a bullet went right past my head

Ah, I see how it is

Take the lives of the poor and they’ll hold fire, take the life of one rich bitch and the mayor gets to scream

“OPEN FIRE.”

I’m bleeding and screaming as I’m limping away but with each step I take Death laughs

It moves ahead as my life runs back,

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I was so rarely seen one could call me imaginary, not even my parents would care to recall me, if I died in their jails I’d die as a john doe

But then Death gave me a smile and pointed to the stream

Rumbling and tumbling, miles upon miles of where it could take me, just deep enough that the police would never catch me

But

I knew the price, I knew the river would take my last breath, I might have been Death’s partner in life but the moment I died I’d be another notch on its scythe,

I raised my knife and considered the options

Live as nothing imprisoned by bars for life

Or

Die as a legend, and be free forever

It's a bit obvious, isn’t it?

Me and Death shook hands, all in all, A fair trade

No more need for questioning, the end is near

Their shouting is getting louder but my damnation will be silent and quick

And so, I leap

The water overtakes me, the light is fading, but in the end

I’ll always be known.

Bald guy: “Hey, dude, have you noticed my haircut?”

Dude: “Uhm…you don’t have hair Bald gu-”

Bald guy?: “WRONG! I have hair!”

Bald guy shoved his head into Dude’s hand. Dude could feel the hair strands parting as his fingers slipped deeper inside Not Bald guy's hair.

Dude: “Oh…I guess you do.”

Not Bald guy: “YEAH! I do.”

Dude moves his hand away from Bald guy’s hair. Unnerved in a very Dude-like fashion.

Dude: “But…why did you dye your hair to be the same color as your skin?”

Not Bald guy: “So when people see me they're like, ‘oh, he's bald.’ and then I’m like ‘No I’m NOT.’ and then they're like ‘Lol you are.’ and then I make them feel my hair. Proving them wrong.”

Dude: “Why.”

Weird Hair guy: “It helps my self-esteem.”

Dude: “Okay. Cool.”

Do you look into the mirror and see a crooked nose? A wicked soul? A piece of you that you want to tear off? Is your sadness not one of tears but a slowly growing acceptance of how ugly you are?

If you do, then ask yourself, 'if my nose is so crooked then why can I still smell roses? If my soul is wicked then why can I walk free in the streets? If a piece of me is worth tearing off then why did my parents not do so?'

This is not to say none of the bad you see in yourself is good, but if one can admit there is awfulness in themselves, then it is rarely as awful as one thinks.

The final section! (Section.)

The section in which the chapter ends.