Sugar in the Ashtray Sir Timo Bieler PART ONE PHOENIX Turner Maxwell Books Free Publishing Free Books Free Literature Free Writers Turner Maxwell Books are an independent co-operative of new writers, committed to publishing inspirational literature. Turner Maxwell Books has over one hundred writers, producing original stories not seen in any other bookshop, Turner Maxwell Books has established itself as a successful and viable publisher. This achievement lies in its innovative and daring approach to establish a shorter supply chain that is simply focused on the requirements of the reader. The Omega “In the beginning there was the self, like a person all ONE and it said “I’m scared, but what am I afraid of? For there is no other!” It was only the beginning and it all started with a match, a match of ignorance, but a single match in a dry vast forest can cause great damage. As a cold wind blows a deathly silence along a forgotten street, a child walks patiently and calmly carrying a purity inside of him that matters less what the outside world is or has become. The cloudy gray sky always seems to be lingering around. The sky has been like this for the past month or for as long as he can remember. The weather seems to fit the feeling and attitude for most everyone around, but not for this young lad, for he is excited about most everything he sees. This purity inside of him makes the hardest views turn into a pleasant atmosphere for him. He knows that it doesn’t really matter what the outside world might look like, but he knows that it all matters on the inner perception, in the way he sees things. He walks with an inner strength. A strength that comes from the knowledge that one can change the world only through the way they see things. He walks the same route that his parents have always walked. He walks in the same route that the parents of his parents and the parents of his parents’ parents have walked and so on. The end always results in something a little more or less the same, depending on the times. History tends to repeat itself, just in different styles and technologies. Some might know it as evolution or devolution depending on what your perception is. It is always different, yet in a weird way, always the same. Even though he doesn’t fully understand everything around him, being the age of six years old, but still he finds it all exciting. This is like always being at the playground or like Christmas morning. He enjoys his life and the way he sees it... But as things usually become in the big cities and life for that matter, the good always, somehow, turns into ugliness if one is weak. The child we are talking about is named Phoenix. He is born from two struggling, working class parents who drown their busy problems out with the slush of alcohol, as many do in their situation. Thus makes things worse off, as we all know, for trying to fix a wrong with a wrong never works. Human nature normally takes the quick fix rather than to put in the necessary work to change it for the better. This is a story on how the world takes something so beautiful and turns it into shit. How peoples’ misery loves company and the society tends to kill and destroy something that is happy and pure. For if you take a single burning amber away from the fire, the life of that solo amber doesn’t last as long as if it was with the fire where it came from. This is the story of something sweet, innocent and pure put into something vile poisonous and choking, in a place where purity was raped and sought after. Sugar in the ashtray. New page, first chapter Phoenix was born in the year 1923, a good year for wasting away, especially in the lonesome, tired, cold streets of Georgia, Soviet Georgia. It was now the time of the year when it rained all the time and the sun never shone. Kind of like the peoples spirits and the energy around. Phoenix saw many a thing in his younger year that he never really fully understood but he felt that it wasn’t right. He didn’t like the way people treated each other and even in the way they treated themselves. Whenever he saw a homeless person, he didn’t understand why that person made their existence even worse off by drinking and drugging their memories away. He never felt right in the big city, or maybe it was the people in the city that never felt right to him. It seemed like they were never really there and he could never tell their true feelings, even though he co

Sugar in the Ashtray

Sir Timo Bieler

PART ONE
-PHOENIX-

The Omega

    “In the beginning there was the self, like a person all ONE and it said “I’m scared, but what am I afraid of? For there is no other!”

    It was only the beginning and it all started with a match, a match of ignorance, but a single match in a dry vast forest can cause great damage.

    As a cold wind blows a deathly silence along a forgotten street, a child walks patiently and calmly carrying a purity inside of him that matters less what the outside world is or has become. The cloudy gray sky always seems to be lingering around. The sky has been like this for the past month or for as long as he can remember. The weather seems to fit the feeling and attitude for most everyone around, but not for this young lad, for he is excited about most everything he sees. This purity inside of him makes the hardest views turn into a pleasant atmosphere for him. He knows that it doesn’t really matter what the outside world might look like, but he knows that it all matters on the inner perception, in the way he sees things.

    He walks with an inner strength. A strength that comes from the knowledge that one can change the world only through the way they see things. He walks the same route that his parents have always walked. He walks in the same route that the parents of his parents and the parents of his parents’ parents have walked and so on. The end always results in something a little more or less the same, depending on the times. History tends to repeat itself, just in different styles and technologies. Some might know it as evolution or devolution depending on what your perception is. It is always different, yet in a weird way, always the same.

    Even though he doesn’t fully understand everything around him, being the age of six years old, but still he finds it all exciting. This is like always being at the playground or like Christmas morning. He enjoys his life and the way he sees it... But as things usually become in the big cities and life for that matter, the good always, somehow, turns into ugliness if one is weak.

    The child we are talking about is named Phoenix. He is born from two struggling, working class parents who drown their busy problems out with the slush of alcohol, as many do in their situation. Thus makes things worse off, as we all know, for trying to fix a wrong with a wrong never works. Human nature normally takes the quick fix rather than to put in the necessary work to change it for the better.

    This is a story on how the world takes something so beautiful and turns it into shit. How peoples’ misery loves company and the society tends to kill and destroy something that is happy and pure. For if you take a single burning amber away from the fire, the life of that solo amber doesn’t last as long as if it was with the fire where it came from. This is the story of something sweet, innocent and pure put into something vile poisonous and choking, in a place where purity was raped and sought after. Sugar in the ashtray.

New page, first chapter

    Phoenix was born in the year 1923, a good year for wasting away, especially in the lonesome, tired, cold streets of Georgia, Soviet Georgia. It was now the time of the year when it rained all the time and the sun never shone. Kind of like the peoples spirits and the energy around. Phoenix saw many a thing in his younger year that he never really fully understood but he felt that it wasn’t right. He didn’t like the way people treated each other and even in the way they treated themselves. Whenever he saw a homeless person, he didn’t understand why that person made their existence even worse off by drinking and drugging their memories away.

    He never felt right in the big city, or maybe it was the people in the city that never felt right to him. It seemed like they were never really there and he could never tell their true feelings, even though he could see them walking around. It seemed like there was always something wrong with the majority of people, like the walking dead, zombies. He was scared of this feeling, it made Phoenix feel uneasy. Most of the time he stayed to himself, for the other children were very harsh and never did like Phoenix except for beating the soul out of him either emotionally, verbally, physically or all three ways. The only true friend he had was his sister, who was in the same situation.

    Now his normal day started with waking up to a madhouse full of people that were rushing around in mindsets of anger and rage. His parents who tried to live their miserable, wasted lives were trying to make a good life for him and his sister, but they just made it too stressed and tried too hard in the wrong ways. They ignored their own children’s needs to fulfill their own wants. It really drove him and his sister quite mad and it set their mood for the rest of the day, then he usually took the bus to school where he was ignored, or worse; laughed at.

    At school, he had no friends to talk with or relate to, so he kept to himself and entertained himself with just observing the situations and people around him. One of his favorite things to observe was the nature and how animals peacefully coexisted with each other, their energy was pure and simple, without flaw. He spent many hours just watching birds feeding their young, or squirrels gathering food. How pure and simple life is when it is without this system that humankind has created.

    He also noticed how humankind affects the pure nature and kills these pure things. He grew to dislike this human world, for all it seemed to bring was pain and suffering. He saw that many of the things that were pure and innocent, were slowly destroyed or changed into something of what the human world wanted. Never could it be enough for this silly human race. This human race Phoenix didn’t understand and they were always rushing here and there; a race of ignorance is what it seemed to him.

    It was only the beginning and it all started with a match, a match of ignorance, but a single match in a dry vast forest can cause great damage. The match was lit and no one knew where it came from, but it was every one that threw it at Phoenixes forest, dry from lack of love and understanding.

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