Sero Regal

“My Painting” by Sero Regal

My Painting'Paintings are such a simple yet complex concept isn't it? They create illustrations of what we desire. It could be ugly or fantastic. Amazing really. Colors mix in to portray a scene of which you choose. Everything is possible, you just choose the color to enliven your very picture, and you create a scenario. A shame, how a mistake could ruin the whole idea.~~~"Beautiful."Daniel remarks as he was placed in the middle of the city, one among the millions of the people who live in there.He looks around one last time, and makes his w...

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“Turning Over a New Leaf'” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #104

Turning Over a New Leaf'"Are you coming tonight?"The question reverberated in my ears as you threw it to me. Maybe. I mean, I don't have to attend someone's party that I had no contact with. Then again, what's the hold back of having a fun time out in the city, drinking, playing, and whatever crap you'd put yourself in tonight?But it's neither, because it was you that's holding me back. Your face looks into mine questioning not just my judgement, but my whole being as well. You know me, as if I was your brother, but we never we're, and never...

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“Her Rose” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #96

Her Rose'The rose withered.Of course it did. I walked over to it to throw the dead thing in the bin. It was.. horrible in a way. It's life, but the fact that you forget about something when it loses its purpose is greedy. It's logical in a way, but maybe something I'll never accept, and follow my own belief of sentiment. I'll throw it away, but won't replace it, maybe then I could forgive myself.I walked over to the bed to fix it. Blankets, pillows, done. Sheets.. I'll wash it anyways even if the pristine perfume still lingers. Did I remembe...

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“Alone” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #95

Alone'One island, one man, one companion.-----------------------------Diary-----------------------------Day 1Here I am stranded to this miserable island. All sand, some trees, and a big damn ocean that serves as a pathway and a death wish. The motor in the boat I was in died out as I stepped foot to this place. The thing's fried, busted, I knew there was something about getting a warranty in that piece of crap. What's worse is that I don't have any idea on survival or what not. Well this is hell. I only have one problem now, which is live or...

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“Reaping What's Sown” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #95

Reaping What's Sown' Black or White? Two barriers stand in front of me from this awfully vivid dream. All it needs is one twist to its door knob and I could enter, a sort of another dimension. So here I am, deciding which path to take. Black resembles darkness, danger, or in short evil. While White resembles brightness, safety, and good. Though, that's how I've understood it growing up. The door's material doesn't resemble any kind of clue or damage, just the gold door knob and their colors. I step closer, pressuring myself to pick one. ...

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“Torn Apart” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #94

'Torn Apart'"Because I said so!"Sometimes even authority becomes a vague concept, often being translated as "kill joy." My sister, 16, only stood there, giving me a glare. I can't recount how much that phrase has left my mouth."Why do you have to take control of everything Derek?!""I'm only helping you out, but even consequences can't help you now either!"She stormed out of the room. Our connection is nothing more than a mere dream. Pity is long gone within the both of us after our parents passed away. I raised both of us when I was 15, she ...

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“Believe” by Sero Regal

Submitted to Contest #93

'Believe' I shoved those around me aside so I could run away - from everything. I escaped to the outskirts of the festival. I sat on a long, dirty bench, trying to gather my own thoughts and feelings. I cried. What have I done to deserve all this? I stared back to the celebration, but only scowled. What are they thinking? I drowned myself in sorrow. I hate everything. Life is just so f*cking cruel. I shed tears, but stopped when a voice had called out to me in the dark. Creepy, but somewhat, familiar. "You are too young to be alone in th...

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