The-MidnightWriter

    "Soooo, What was that all about then?"    "I think Mark just needs my help with something, but he..."    It was the morning after Wade and Mark's "confrontation" and Molly figured that now was a perfectly good time to probe Wade about what happened. On the other hand, Wade really was not ready to discuss anything with her. But to be honest he was tired of all the lies, so it seemed the only way to get out of giving away to much info was to beat around the bush.    "I dont really think he wants my help at all." Molly continued to move a scrambled egg mixture around on the now finally heated skillet. Breakfast was the most fun thing to

    It was as if he had been here before. Here in this feeling. There was anger, confusion, and a deep sense of loneliness.  Why did it always have to be him with some sort of problem. But to him he didn't have a problem... or did he.    The bed was softer than usual, probably because he didn't want to get out of it. It was around twelve in the evening and he hadn't recorded anything. Shit! He furrowed his eyebrows at his own laziness. But he began to notice the the wet spot that covered his pillow. Damnit. He had broken out in a sweat. Sweating in his sleep wasn't an activity that he usually took part in. But at the time his mind ran at wh

    Maybe things would get easier if he took his mind of the past events. Just maybe,... and at the time Aaron had a knack for getting his mind off of these sorts of things. Back home he didn't have lots of distractions, but what seemed to distract him more than anything was his own mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    Most of his days after coming back consisted of talking about his future. He began to sit around his place drifting into deep thought. He wanted things to go back to normal. But, would they ever go back? Why did his chest become so tight when he thought about playing games, especially scary ones. of course I know why. It seemed tha

    The room screamed with a ringing noise. Not that there was any actual ringing. It was just the type that happened when everything was too silent. Mark pushed his hair back and laid his head back on the couch. The refrigerator in the kitchen began with a low humming sound that cut through the silence. Mark's head spun with nervousness, but the silence was killing him. "so...., thank you... for helping me." Mark sheepishly allowed out of his mouth. He refused to make eye contact. He wasn't sure if it was fear or shame that deterred him from looking. "Your welcome." Wade's voice cracked a little and he began to clear his throat a bit. He t

    The room was jumping with life. There were so many of his friends there that everything seemed surreal. But the environment was so inviting that he couldn't help but join in on the fun.    It didn't matter where he was, in fact, thoughts like those hadn't even crossed his mind. "Hey buuuuddy!" He turned in the direction of the goofy sounding voice to be greeted by a more colorful than usual Wade. "uuuuOh, Hey Wade! You look...out dated." Wade was dressed in colorful disco garb, complete with big afro. "Heh, thank you. But what are you supposed to be?" Mark looked down at himself and noticed that he wasn't dressed up at all. He was just

The holidays kinda became irrelevant as he got older, but even the idea of the holidays being around made him happy. Usually it was the normal everyday thing he would do. For Christmas, of course, he would visit his family and enjoy his friends company and he rarely went back for thanksgiving, but Halloween was a holiday that didn't have a big effect like the other holidays. He remembered doing Halloween videos for the sake of the season but he really had no interest in really celebrating it like some people did. He enjoyed the fall season. Sometimes it became really hard to decide which season was his favorite because so many good memories

    "aaaaaaaaaaa....piss." Mark looked up around him. He began to notice that his head was in a peculiarly strange position. Maybe he was upside down. His head was spinning and in alot of pain. my nose....? no my eye.....no, my forehead. His head throbbed in pain, it became extremely difficult to tell where the pain was actually coming from. His eyes squinted, as if they could get any smaller, and he looked upward to try and make out where he was. I'm in a...car? Then it hit him. Or rather it was Wade that... hit him? He sort of remembered, but a part of him did not want to. Remembering mean't that he had to relive what he had done, resay wha

    For the first time, going home seemed to last forever than going. As to say that the trip back seemed to go on waaaay longer than it was on the way. He didn't want to think about the previous events but his mind would slowly wander off into the dark places, in which he tried so hard to push back. There were actually other things he wanted to think about, in fact they were subjects that he had to think about. What was he going to do on his channel now? Aaron sat back in his seat and began to put up the tray table that was in front of him. As he slowly allowed himself to sink in to the inner thoughts of his mind, he lost himself away from t

   "Hello, my name is Sandra, I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink tonight?"   "Uhhhhh, I'll take a Coke..." The waitress nodded and jotted down Wade's order, then turned in Mark's direction.     "You got any O' Dules?" Sandra chuckled a little at Mark's infectious charm and wrote down his order.     "OK, I'll be out soon with your drinks," she nodded and headed towards the back of the kitchen. Mark was sure if it was something in the air , but it felt like there was something there. Like a wall just sitting on the table between Wade and him. It as if a strange awkwardness fell upon them. The same type of nervous-awkwar

    Life as surprising as it would sound was absolutely not boring. I seemed like for one of the first times everything was calming down. Or was it. Mark had a lot of things planned for his life. Most people his age or older would look at his chosen profession, scoff, and tell him that it really wasn't beneficial. But now he was moving foreword. Actually he could be considered moving to fast. Mark was basically tired of constantly feeling as if he was alone.    He knew that there were other gaming personalities out there and he had barely scratched to surface of being social. He was also pretty sure that if he did more collabs with people,