Whats In A Puppet

What’s in a Puppet

What is a puppet? Well by definition a puppet is something controlled by someone else, but truly a puppet is an art, or it can be a Weapon, or even a defense. But sometimes the master is so controlling of their puppet that they let their guard down, figuring the puppet can do nothing they don’t tell them to. Then they start taking advise from the puppet, small things at first like “Get up earlier to have a longer day” or “Don’t eat that, it’s bad for you” The master takes the advise and follows it while the Puppet gives larger and larger corrections and commands. Until one day the master is the one bowing to the one who once was their puppet, kneeling on the ground with those who once were his

I pretend to be okay

I pretend to be okay, so that my friends aren’t afraid to tell me their problems I pretend to be strong, so that people won’t worry about me being okay when they’re gone I pretend to be tough, so that people won’t make fun of me. But I laugh when they do, so that I look like I have a sense of humor I pretend I’m fine, so that people will tell me when they’re not When I’m asked if I’m pretending, I say no. Because I’m pretending to myself too. I pretend to be okay, so that my friends aren’t afraid to tell me their problems. Because I’m too afraid to tell them mine.

Two men at a table

“There are two people” He says “One Alive, one Dead” “Wait, sir. How does that work? It’s not like we can ask a dead person questions” A student states, confused “You’ll see soon enough, but your assignment is to figure out which is which. All of you, and hurry. The Dead one isn’t exactly easy to keep in one place, they’re use to wondering and walking through things” The teacher shoos the students into the room. Two men are sitting in chairs at a table. They appear to be playing a card game, but which one is undeterminable. “H-Hello We’re here to see if we can-can determinine which of you is…” The female student trails off as the two men look at her, both smiling “You’re here to see if you can tell which of us is dead” The man in red, on the left says. The man in blue, on the right, nods. Agreeing. “But we were told to make it difficult, so we wish you good luck”  The two men resume their card game. The three students, two boys and a girl, have a quiet and short conversation about who gets to talk to what might be a dead person. They resort to Rock paper scissors to choose. One of the boys gets chosen, and sits at one of the chairs at the table. “Hello, I’m Tyler. Care to tell me your names?” “Sorry, can’t” The man in blue says “We were told it would be too easy if we did” The one in red finishes Tyler didn’t expect this, and turns to the other two students for help. They both refuse any help, or to talk to the men at all. “What about how old you are? Like, before you died anyway.” “Only one of us is dead” The man in red says, laying down another card “Twenty” “And don’t expect us to exactly give away which” The man in Blue says, taking the card Red laid down “Twenty three” The students didn’t expect them to be so young. “Well, erm… What do you two like to do in your free time?” “Play Cards” Both men respond “And chess” they finish, not once looking up from their game This is going to be a lot harder than the students originally thought. “So you both do nothing but play cards and chess?” Tyler asks “I play chess and cards professionally” Red says. Blue does not respond The female student marks this down, the other male student is confused “What about you?” Tyler asks the man in Blue. He still doesn’t respond “Okay then. So what do the two of you do for a regular, stable paycheck?” “Told you, Cards and chess” Red says Blue takes a moment to respond “I work in a funeral home” The other two students mark this down. “I know who the dead guy is!” The female student yells out, making the rest of the people in the room jump “And how do you know this?” The two men ask simultaneously “Because you” She points to the man in blue “Hesitated, and refused to answer. And because you” She then points to the man in Red “Said too much” Everyone is confused “Let me explain, the fact you had to think about where you worked makes it obvious that it’s been a while since you’ve worked there. And playing chess or cards competitively wasn’t a way to get money at all until very recently” The two male students thought this was very good reasoning. The two men did not. “Well, you’re wrong” The one in Red says “I’m dead” The man in blue nods, the two men haven’t stopped playing their game “He’s dead, I hesitated because I didn’t want to give the specific name of where I work” “And I didn’t say what kind of cards I play, I’m a gambler. The chess way of getting money is more of an underground kind of thing no one knows about” Red says The three students look at each other, this’ll cost them their grade.

What comes after

After a few minutes of walking around in the realm of limbo it became clear to John that his friend Grimm had No Idea where they were going  “Hey Grimm, Do you actually know where we’re going?” John asked. “Not really, usually there’s this path to follow but ah. Yea, you didn’t get one” There was a pause “It might be because you killed yourself, rather than being killed by something else. This is the first time it’s happened” John was confused, he’d heard of people killing themselves how was he the first? Grimm saw the look on John’s face “I usually get to them before they die completely. But you killed yourself entirely, without me stepping in” There was another pause “So where do we go?” both of them thought about this for a moment “You could join me, in taking peoples souls to the afterlife” John agreed, and a path lighted up under the pairs feet.

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Everyone has that friend

Everyone has that friend that you’ve known forever, and can’t imagine living without. But they’ve never seen you cry, or get mad, or something negative. Or something that’s normal for you, but you just don’t do it around them. And you just kind of got used to not doing it around them. Until you’re afraid that if you slip, that they'll leave or become offended that they’ve never seen you cry/get mad/whatever it is. And the sad thing is, they might. And that hurts, and it shouldn’t happen. What hit me hard when it happened was, they got really upset too. And started making it all about them, it wasn’t good. It wasn’t pretty. It was really rude actually. Don’t be that friend. Don’t be the one that they’ve known forever, only to lose because they accidently did something you’re not used to seeing, don’t be that friend in ignorance, if anything seems different. Out of place. Wrong, or if they do something different, out of character, something that just doesn’t seem like something they would do. Don’t leave. Ask about it, ask about them. Never think you know everything about someone, because everyone is hiding something