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Death Diary (Entry 50)
You’ll have to forgive the brevity of this entry, as I am still very busy. The cold and flu season may be over with, but that doesn’t mean I can slow down. I wanted to write this entry because I heard a very interesting quote not too long ago from a very popular movie you humans enjoy. It went “…A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague…” This was a quote from the Matrix that I heard…and to be quite honest with you I heard this and I busted out laughing. It takes quite a bit to make me laugh, and that…that was just hilarious. Humanity is a disease, is it? Right…let’s talk about what humanity is for a moment, shall we?
I’ve watched humanity from near the beginning of mankind all the way to now. There have been moments where my faith in humanity was shaken to a point that I too believed it might be best to destroy them. I have that capability…I could have done it
RUMINATION #3 THE DRUNK, PART 2 of 2“Oh crap!” Rex said breathlessly; some of frogs were coming around the left flank with cattle prods in their webbed hands. Rex winced as he was met with unavoidable tip of the spear driven deep into his shoulder blade. “YELP!” a slow and gradually more painful burning sensation occupied every nerve in his left shoulder. His entire body convulsing as a vicious backlash enveloped him and just as quickly flung his body into a weakly supported shelf. Faint green blurs began to surround him as his eyes began to roll into the back of his head “We have him now…” one of the blurs said, cracking his knuckles. A blob stepped from behind them and held a silvery object to the other blob behind the counter. Don’t just lye their you mutt a voice rang in his head. Two of the green blurs had took him by the arms and lifted him up, a another moved startlingly fast and became clear as it inched towards his face-SOCK-He felt chiseled cold steel smack acros
Music of the Spheres (Preface and Chapter One)Preface
For a sixteen-year-old, I am shockingly prone to existential musings. I ponder my place in the world, my legacy, my purpose, my unusual attraction to long words, but all that I’ve really taken from it is that my greatest gift is story-telling, and it’s a gift that will only grow with time, assuming I don’t lose it or give up.
Or, y’know, die. That could happen too.
One of the greatest abilities, in my opinion, is the imagination of storytellers, and their ability to think up their tales as they go along. It’s something I’ve never really tried before, but it’s something that I’m going to try now, just star a few characters on their way with no idea where they’re going to end up or what they’re going to do, just focus on the journey. It’s Arthur Dent seeking out the Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, it’s the Dawn Treader setting sail to discover new lands, it
Terry's Unpublished OpinionAn article by a guest writer laid among the files of unpublished submissions to the "Campus Roar" Opinion page. Submitted three days after the Campus Roar publication of the "Cute-Ma-Kappa" front page article, the article attracted much of the staff members' eyes, inspiring them to jeering snickers, uneasy chuckles, silent guilt, or just mere apathy.
A majority of the staff deemed it unsuitable for publication for reasons best left to private conjecture.
Opinion Page Entry: "On Competition"
I caution readers of the pessimism ahead. I would ask you to forgive it, but I cannot, especially, when M.U. has constantly justified this pessimism.
The monster culture is defined by Scaring. What drives it? Competition. As a competitor of this year's Scare Games myself, I have experienced its pros and cons of competition.
Competitive drives can be fun and handy. It teaches discipline and competency in situations of great pressure. Co
BhavanshBhavansh is a surreal adventure that takes you into the dark and twisted world of the subconscious
This story elucidates Mahatma Gandhi's famous saying--
The only devils in this world are those running around in our own hearts, and that is where all our battles should be fought.
Land of Prithvi. 1997
Cool zephyr blew brushing past the cascading brown hair of the meditating sadhu. He was in deep focus.. His aim--to attain a state of thoughtlessness. As he harnessed his mind, the breeze whispered tranquility into his ears. He was in a trance and the surroundingsu gave nuances to his state of mind. The surreal sight looked like a Van Gogh artwork.
He had had a tragic life and had taken to trance. He had indulged in cocaine and alcohol. He was struggling to put reins on his galloping mind.
Then his image flickered in the mist. He clenched his teeth, fighting waves of nausea. His eyes twitched. He was struggling...mentally. Negativity, man's greatest enemy, also known as Raak filled h
Fractured Sky- Chapter 6 The well stood impatiently before me. I racked my brains and still couldn't find the answer. Suddenly, I was distracted by a group of miners. They ran past me, their mining tools clanging in the metal buckets the brought everywhere. Probably off to destroy my sky, I thought bitterly. A sudden thought came to my mind: bucket! I quickly fished out the metal bucket, stood in it and held tightly the rope used to haul up the bucket. If I let go, I might die, but at least it was worth a try. I let go and grabbed the other end of the rope.
The tough rope scraped my fingers as I clutched at it for dear life. The world whizzed around me as I dropped at an alarming speed. The wind whistled in my ears, and I stood rigid as a stone. The pulley creaked furiously as I went down, down, down.
Eventually, I hit the water with a crash. Although the water cushioned my fall, the splash sent stinging drops of water into my face and I yelped in pain. Befo
Endless VoyageI stopped believing in the world on a Tuesday.
That morning, I rose from my bunk, forgot to change and walked straight up and out to the bow of the ship without realising my revelation.
As I stirred the coffee I didn’t realised I’d made, I looked into the smooth recesses of a quiet ocean. For once-the coffee was the most stirred up.
After no clouds had moved, and no change was made, I felt satisfied and walked to greet with Havermayer; who within five minutes of being awake had smoked twice. Yesterday, he told me how much he hated smoking.
“Seen much land recently?” He said, pulling a stubby cigarette out comfortably from between grinding teeth.
“I wouldn’t know, I’m not the spotter.”
He offered me a cigarette from his pocket, knowing I wouldn’t accept.
“Who is the spotter?”
Another puff of white smoke charred the salt in the air.
“Chookes, I think.”
A stray rat scuttled past and Havermayer tried to kick it,
RUMINATION #2: THE FROGS, PART 1 of 3Rumination #2
Waking up with a splitting headache on a handy spit of wall; webbed hand holding tightly in fear that some brain were to slip out. The frog rose; his chair reclining forward with him; seat belt still tightly grasped around him. “EARP!” someone called; but he was too distracted to notice; as in a moment of panic he began to fidget with the clasp. Coming out of the smoke two small silhouettes raced head down towards him. “Earp!” he spotted Rupert in the lead of Croak; clambering down a piece of something blasted and destroyed in rush to help him. “Are you alright-thought we nearly lost you old boy?” he patted him as Croak checked his wound; “How is he?” Croak shook his head casually
“If its serious-to early too tell,” said the stouter frog with a noise that of clearing his throat. Meanwhile Earp was still fixated on the dastardly bit of plastic holding him prisoner. ”Listen; we better get a mo
Days as Dirk Day 16Days as dirk
Your name is Dirk Strider and you are asleep on your friend Karat’s couch. You just woke up to the lovely smell of French toast being cooked and you can hear karkat humming to himself. You stand up and stretch before walking over to the happy nurse.
“Good morning” Karkat stops humming and glances back at you.
“Morning, how did you sleep last night?” karkat keeps cooking and you sit down at the table.
“I slept really well. My chest hurts though...” karkat turns off the stove and sets two plates down on the table. Each had French toast and fruit on the side.
“I'll look at it after breakfast; do you remember anything from last night?” Karkat starts cutting up his French toast. And you start trying to get past the fuzzy parts of your memory to remember what had happened.
“I remember getting kicked out of a friend’s house… I can’t really remember what for. But I remember drinking and watching
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