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What is the one phrase that would push someone - a functional and solid member of society - from the parapets of sanity, and into the dark pits of madness? Is it some news about their health? Perhaps a call from the police? Is it something their child says? Or perhaps, it's what is never said. The possibilities are endless, but let's see where this goes. As a side note, I would love to see this demonstrated in some sort of poetry, but I'm also open to short story. If you do go this route, try to keep it less than, or up to ~500 words. Happy creating!
[WP] It has often been said that we are all one sentence away from insanity...
As I crawled from the flaming wreckage, I could smell the burning flesh of my wife and children, and see their mangled remains. Once extricated, I dragged my shattered body towards the other car, which had upended in the roadside ditch. Its driver came bounding toward me, unharmed and unaffected. The reek of booze overpowered even the smell of burning. "Hey man," he said, "*Know where I can get a drink around here?*"
"In all your life, your deathbed will be the one place where you'll truly be alone." *Really, this is a corollary to perhaps the most poignant quote from Firefly, spoken by Mal: "Everybody dies alone." It's so antithetical to our beliefs and impulses, and to our quintessential primate instincts. Ponder it too long and the absurdity of human life becomes too much.*
What is the one phrase that would push someone - a functional and solid member of society - from the parapets of sanity, and into the dark pits of madness? Is it some news about their health? Perhaps a call from the police? Is it something their child says? Or perhaps, it's what is never said. The possibilities are endless, but let's see where this goes. As a side note, I would love to see this demonstrated in some sort of poetry, but I'm also open to short story. If you do go this route, try to keep it less than, or up to ~500 words. Happy creating!
[WP] It has often been said that we are all one sentence away from insanity...
I remember it quite clearly you know. As the bills started to stack up, and the hours got cut, and the world laughed at me something magical began. I laughed back. Suddenly everything made sense with the simple realization that there is no right and wrong. *There's only what you're capable of getting away with.*
"In all your life, your deathbed will be the one place where you'll truly be alone." *Really, this is a corollary to perhaps the most poignant quote from Firefly, spoken by Mal: "Everybody dies alone." It's so antithetical to our beliefs and impulses, and to our quintessential primate instincts. Ponder it too long and the absurdity of human life becomes too much.*
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
"So, uh, yeah. My ankles." I looked down. Sure enough, peeking out just from below her bell-bottoms, a pair of wings had sprouted at her feet. She avoided my gaze. Must have been embarrassing. Everybody had wings, but not all in the same place. Mine grew in on my forearms. Decently sized, but not enough to generate thrust. I figured I could use them at some point, but only a day in, I had no idea how I could possibly utilize them usefully. Jenna, on the other hand, well...she had these ankle wings. They were undeveloped and weak. They twitched awkwardly, scratching up her skin and getting tangled in her shoelaces. She later showed me a roll of tape that she had to start using to keep them from acting up randomly. "It's unfair," she said through tears. "Who decided this fate for me?" The sky was now filled with an absurd amount of humans. Those whose wings grew in fully and in the right position were able to transcend their grounded ways of life. Others could do some rudimentary kinds of flying or gliding, tripping and fluttering uncontrollably but nonetheless amazed by their new-found capacities. Then I looked at Jenna again. Her life might as well have not changed. She wields a burden heavy, but useless - significant only as a reminder that she will never grace the clouds like the others. She hid her misery, but her lofty gaze spoke volumes. I could not say that anyone decided this. The unfortunate case of Jenna, caught in a reality that shows no purpose in its design and, likewise, no remorse for any of its actions or creations. Not even ankle wings.
They called it the Flight. No one was really quite sure what happened. One single moment in everyone's head seemed to disappear. In that time, everyone, everywhere, grew a pair of majestic white wings. That was the Flight. No one remembers the wings emerging. They just appeared. As far as the academics are concerned, nothing changed. We still have the same DNA. There are theories everywhere that the gene was in mankind, only repressed. Others balked. The pious claimed this a tool of the rapture. The Searchers, dressed in those god-awful purple robes, flew around all day looking in the clouds for their maker.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
I woke up to a pleasant aroma. Downstairs, I saw my mom benched over, trimming an unusual plant. "Oh Micheal, how do you like your wings" My mom asked Finally in view, I saw the plant in its true glory; branches upon branches of hanging plump juicy wings. Buffalo wings, blu ranch wings, spicy chipolata wings; it was a nearly endless assortment of deliciousness. "Mom, how did these get here?" I asked in astonishment. "Oh darling, Everyone just started growing them for some reason." I wrapped a napkin around my neck and was prepared to dive in, if only the alarm clock didn't ring.
They called it the Flight. No one was really quite sure what happened. One single moment in everyone's head seemed to disappear. In that time, everyone, everywhere, grew a pair of majestic white wings. That was the Flight. No one remembers the wings emerging. They just appeared. As far as the academics are concerned, nothing changed. We still have the same DNA. There are theories everywhere that the gene was in mankind, only repressed. Others balked. The pious claimed this a tool of the rapture. The Searchers, dressed in those god-awful purple robes, flew around all day looking in the clouds for their maker.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
It was fucking chaos. No one knew what happened, nor did they really have time to figure it out. From what was able to be pieced together, it seemed there was a worldwide blackout. Only a few minutes. But when everyone came to, they had wings. Goddamn wings. Now imagine, what would be the first thing you did if you woke up with wings? After the initial inspection and confusion of course. Would it be, maybe, I don’t know… fly? Yeah. You and everyone else. Humans weren’t meant to fly. Humans don’t know how to fly. Slapping on a pair of wings doesn’t give you the millennia of animal instinct needed to maneuver through the air. Of course that didn’t run through the minds of the people who immediately threw themselves out the windows of their high rise apartments. Some saved themselves mid fall. Others, not so much. Have you ever watched a baby giraffe walk for the first time? Watching humans attempt flight was exactly like that. Some caught on quicker than others, but by no means did that make them graceful. And the ones who grasped it the quickest? The children. We’re talking 8 and under here. Little ones took to the air like they were born with those things. But not their parents. Thousands of unsupervised children, toddlers even, flying away as their wailing parents stumble after them in vain. The government was quick with that one, throwing together a network for these adventurous youngsters. Parents would post the kids info complete with a picture. If you came across an unsupervised kid you were grab a hold of them and drag them to the closest police station, where they would essentially lock them up until their parents could come retrieve them. And you know how there’s restricted airspace? Where planes aren’t allowed to fly? Yeah, people can’t fly there either. Hundreds of people were shot down in the first few hours, inciting a rebellion among the masses. Taking to the street corners like evangelists, they were quick to recruit. People will grasp at anything when they’re confused and frightened. They’re building an alarming large army, and soon they will rise. As for me? Well I’m leaving. Heard there’s some islands you can find in the east, religious bunches that believe the end of days is approaching and are waiting it out in peace. I don’t know if I believe it, but I’m sure as hell not staying here.
They called it the Flight. No one was really quite sure what happened. One single moment in everyone's head seemed to disappear. In that time, everyone, everywhere, grew a pair of majestic white wings. That was the Flight. No one remembers the wings emerging. They just appeared. As far as the academics are concerned, nothing changed. We still have the same DNA. There are theories everywhere that the gene was in mankind, only repressed. Others balked. The pious claimed this a tool of the rapture. The Searchers, dressed in those god-awful purple robes, flew around all day looking in the clouds for their maker.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
I was in the bathroom when it happened. As I glanced into the mirror, fresh out of the shower, my back... I felt something inside. What? My back began to twist and move side to side. That's when I felt it pierce my skin. It was a burning sensation, as if alcohol was poured on an open wound. I couldn't help but cry. As a tear came down my face, the pain intensified. I felt daggers coming out of my back with blood seeping from them. I then look up, and behold something bizarre and sinister. Out of my back, out of my blood, had come these red angel wings. Was it my blood that tainted it from it's purity? There wasn't anything else I could do. The pain had subsided, and I now had these... wings. I went back into the shower, to clean the blood from my newest evolution. As the water runs down on me, I feel the water on my wings. I have nerves on these things? I don't feel blood coming of my wings though. Why would they be red? When I exit, I wipe away the steam to get a look at the mirror. My head had grown crimson horns. What the hell? Wait... Hell. It must be happening. As I spread my wings before me, I recall that it is the day of Angelic Ascension. The armies of Heaven and Hell sent their forces in as sleepers. As humans. When the day came, the identities of them would be revealed as Angels or Fallen. My Fallen has awoken. Heaven shall burn. Edit: Typos and Clarity. I did this at school on my phone. I get chills when I read it!
They called it the Flight. No one was really quite sure what happened. One single moment in everyone's head seemed to disappear. In that time, everyone, everywhere, grew a pair of majestic white wings. That was the Flight. No one remembers the wings emerging. They just appeared. As far as the academics are concerned, nothing changed. We still have the same DNA. There are theories everywhere that the gene was in mankind, only repressed. Others balked. The pious claimed this a tool of the rapture. The Searchers, dressed in those god-awful purple robes, flew around all day looking in the clouds for their maker.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
"So, uh, yeah. My ankles." I looked down. Sure enough, peeking out just from below her bell-bottoms, a pair of wings had sprouted at her feet. She avoided my gaze. Must have been embarrassing. Everybody had wings, but not all in the same place. Mine grew in on my forearms. Decently sized, but not enough to generate thrust. I figured I could use them at some point, but only a day in, I had no idea how I could possibly utilize them usefully. Jenna, on the other hand, well...she had these ankle wings. They were undeveloped and weak. They twitched awkwardly, scratching up her skin and getting tangled in her shoelaces. She later showed me a roll of tape that she had to start using to keep them from acting up randomly. "It's unfair," she said through tears. "Who decided this fate for me?" The sky was now filled with an absurd amount of humans. Those whose wings grew in fully and in the right position were able to transcend their grounded ways of life. Others could do some rudimentary kinds of flying or gliding, tripping and fluttering uncontrollably but nonetheless amazed by their new-found capacities. Then I looked at Jenna again. Her life might as well have not changed. She wields a burden heavy, but useless - significant only as a reminder that she will never grace the clouds like the others. She hid her misery, but her lofty gaze spoke volumes. I could not say that anyone decided this. The unfortunate case of Jenna, caught in a reality that shows no purpose in its design and, likewise, no remorse for any of its actions or creations. Not even ankle wings.
Dreams came true in an instant when humans suddenly sprouted wings. All ages and creeds grew magnificent feather wings like those of angels. Sadly, many excitable souls couldn't contain themselves and took there new wings to great heights, their new muscles were weak and those happy souls were extinguished. Others sought to master their angelic appendages and it wasn't long until the skies were filled with winged humans. People found out the hard way that wing modifications rendered them useless. People sadly walked the streets with tattooed and pierced symbols of regret while pristine wings soared overhead. A new wave of puritan sensibilities swept the world with a pair of perfect white wings as its symbol. Crime rates fell, brotherly togetherness spread and love beat out war. The world became a much kindlier place when humans sprouted wings. Where they came from was irrelevant, the population embraced their new wings with love as they changed the world.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
I woke up to a pleasant aroma. Downstairs, I saw my mom benched over, trimming an unusual plant. "Oh Micheal, how do you like your wings" My mom asked Finally in view, I saw the plant in its true glory; branches upon branches of hanging plump juicy wings. Buffalo wings, blu ranch wings, spicy chipolata wings; it was a nearly endless assortment of deliciousness. "Mom, how did these get here?" I asked in astonishment. "Oh darling, Everyone just started growing them for some reason." I wrapped a napkin around my neck and was prepared to dive in, if only the alarm clock didn't ring.
Dreams came true in an instant when humans suddenly sprouted wings. All ages and creeds grew magnificent feather wings like those of angels. Sadly, many excitable souls couldn't contain themselves and took there new wings to great heights, their new muscles were weak and those happy souls were extinguished. Others sought to master their angelic appendages and it wasn't long until the skies were filled with winged humans. People found out the hard way that wing modifications rendered them useless. People sadly walked the streets with tattooed and pierced symbols of regret while pristine wings soared overhead. A new wave of puritan sensibilities swept the world with a pair of perfect white wings as its symbol. Crime rates fell, brotherly togetherness spread and love beat out war. The world became a much kindlier place when humans sprouted wings. Where they came from was irrelevant, the population embraced their new wings with love as they changed the world.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
It was fucking chaos. No one knew what happened, nor did they really have time to figure it out. From what was able to be pieced together, it seemed there was a worldwide blackout. Only a few minutes. But when everyone came to, they had wings. Goddamn wings. Now imagine, what would be the first thing you did if you woke up with wings? After the initial inspection and confusion of course. Would it be, maybe, I don’t know… fly? Yeah. You and everyone else. Humans weren’t meant to fly. Humans don’t know how to fly. Slapping on a pair of wings doesn’t give you the millennia of animal instinct needed to maneuver through the air. Of course that didn’t run through the minds of the people who immediately threw themselves out the windows of their high rise apartments. Some saved themselves mid fall. Others, not so much. Have you ever watched a baby giraffe walk for the first time? Watching humans attempt flight was exactly like that. Some caught on quicker than others, but by no means did that make them graceful. And the ones who grasped it the quickest? The children. We’re talking 8 and under here. Little ones took to the air like they were born with those things. But not their parents. Thousands of unsupervised children, toddlers even, flying away as their wailing parents stumble after them in vain. The government was quick with that one, throwing together a network for these adventurous youngsters. Parents would post the kids info complete with a picture. If you came across an unsupervised kid you were grab a hold of them and drag them to the closest police station, where they would essentially lock them up until their parents could come retrieve them. And you know how there’s restricted airspace? Where planes aren’t allowed to fly? Yeah, people can’t fly there either. Hundreds of people were shot down in the first few hours, inciting a rebellion among the masses. Taking to the street corners like evangelists, they were quick to recruit. People will grasp at anything when they’re confused and frightened. They’re building an alarming large army, and soon they will rise. As for me? Well I’m leaving. Heard there’s some islands you can find in the east, religious bunches that believe the end of days is approaching and are waiting it out in peace. I don’t know if I believe it, but I’m sure as hell not staying here.
Dreams came true in an instant when humans suddenly sprouted wings. All ages and creeds grew magnificent feather wings like those of angels. Sadly, many excitable souls couldn't contain themselves and took there new wings to great heights, their new muscles were weak and those happy souls were extinguished. Others sought to master their angelic appendages and it wasn't long until the skies were filled with winged humans. People found out the hard way that wing modifications rendered them useless. People sadly walked the streets with tattooed and pierced symbols of regret while pristine wings soared overhead. A new wave of puritan sensibilities swept the world with a pair of perfect white wings as its symbol. Crime rates fell, brotherly togetherness spread and love beat out war. The world became a much kindlier place when humans sprouted wings. Where they came from was irrelevant, the population embraced their new wings with love as they changed the world.
Of course, this is gonna change a lot of things. How are we going to deal with that ?
[WP] All humans on Earth suddenly grow wings.
I was in the bathroom when it happened. As I glanced into the mirror, fresh out of the shower, my back... I felt something inside. What? My back began to twist and move side to side. That's when I felt it pierce my skin. It was a burning sensation, as if alcohol was poured on an open wound. I couldn't help but cry. As a tear came down my face, the pain intensified. I felt daggers coming out of my back with blood seeping from them. I then look up, and behold something bizarre and sinister. Out of my back, out of my blood, had come these red angel wings. Was it my blood that tainted it from it's purity? There wasn't anything else I could do. The pain had subsided, and I now had these... wings. I went back into the shower, to clean the blood from my newest evolution. As the water runs down on me, I feel the water on my wings. I have nerves on these things? I don't feel blood coming of my wings though. Why would they be red? When I exit, I wipe away the steam to get a look at the mirror. My head had grown crimson horns. What the hell? Wait... Hell. It must be happening. As I spread my wings before me, I recall that it is the day of Angelic Ascension. The armies of Heaven and Hell sent their forces in as sleepers. As humans. When the day came, the identities of them would be revealed as Angels or Fallen. My Fallen has awoken. Heaven shall burn. Edit: Typos and Clarity. I did this at school on my phone. I get chills when I read it!
Dreams came true in an instant when humans suddenly sprouted wings. All ages and creeds grew magnificent feather wings like those of angels. Sadly, many excitable souls couldn't contain themselves and took there new wings to great heights, their new muscles were weak and those happy souls were extinguished. Others sought to master their angelic appendages and it wasn't long until the skies were filled with winged humans. People found out the hard way that wing modifications rendered them useless. People sadly walked the streets with tattooed and pierced symbols of regret while pristine wings soared overhead. A new wave of puritan sensibilities swept the world with a pair of perfect white wings as its symbol. Crime rates fell, brotherly togetherness spread and love beat out war. The world became a much kindlier place when humans sprouted wings. Where they came from was irrelevant, the population embraced their new wings with love as they changed the world.
edit: Ok, this is depresssing
[WP] A couple meet again after 10 years.
We were high school sweethearts. Prom, College, Graduation, Marriage and now our first child was on the way. We were every cloyingly sweet cliche that Hollywood so often fills theater seats with. But that was ten years ago. The radio was louder than usual that day. It was slightly out of tune and I could hear the noise of the static mixed with the morning news. It seemed as though the radio was begging to be turned just a little bit to the left so I got up from the kitchen table and happily obliged. My toast was just a little burnt and my orange juice just a little too sweet. Maybe my my mind is trying to manufacture details and clues to what happened that day so I can put my broken life back together. She called me a few minutes before lunch - "Hi Sweetheart! ... ... ... Hello ! Can you hear me. There was silence then sobbing and then wailing. She told me we lost our child and was inconsolable. I rushed home to see my beloved but I only saw an ashen impostor. Something in her had broken. We tried hanging on to a semblance of normalcy; trying to forget and to lead a normal life but it was impossible. The years passed and we grew distant. We lay in the same bed but we might as well have been strangers. We tried to have children again but the scars from that day seemed to have cleaved a rift in our love that was deeper than just emotional. Yesterday, ten years to the day, we adopted a beautiful baby girl. Yesterday, ten years to the day, I met my wife again.
Walking into the used bookstore he's greeted with the one lasting effect of their relationship - that feeling in his stomach no other woman has been able to produce. The frequent reminder of what his rose-coloured ignorance failed to take note of. His emotions have been spiralling downhill ever since he broke up with the most recent girl that failed to replicate that feeling. It wasn't her among the literature though, it was just a book that triggered the hurt. One of the dozens on the over-stacked shelf leaning towards the edge as if making its way to side of a bridge. Junot Diaz's *This Is How You Lose Her*. A gift from him that she immediately fell in love with, and the book his tattoo is from. "The half life of love is forever" makes an immortal imprint on the back his neck, the place her lips favoured most. He froze into place as he watched that figure with it's all too familiar grace walk from behind the counter towards his section. She reached up, pushed the book safely away from the ledge and turned to him with a withdrawn smile. "Hello". ^My ^first ^post ^here.
edit: Ok, this is depresssing
[WP] A couple meet again after 10 years.
"You've gotten...older." He eyed her up and down as they sat in a quiet corner of his favorite bar. She was still as lovely as he remembered her at 19. But she was ten years older now. Ten years more mature, more refined; she carried herself in this proud but world weary way that fascinated him. What had she been up to this past decade? Where had she gone? What had she seen? Did she ever get married? There was no ring on her finger, but something about her figure said she might have had a child, maybe two. The auburn red hair of her youth had returned to her natural brown/blond; her larger figure that had always been a source of self-consciousnesses for her, had developed into this picturesque hourglass figure; she seemed comfortable in her own body, at last. He could be wrong of course, he'd been wrong before. He was wrong that they'd get back together, wrong that they'd keep in touch, wrong that she'd be the only girl he'd ever want. He was wrong about a lot of things with her actually. And in the decade since their last meeting, he had learned what it meant to be wrong, and it had tempered his behavior somewhat. Now, he watched and observed, and made mental notes of important things said and done in his life. He wouldn't be wrong again, not if he could help it. "And You've gotten fat", she said over her glass of wine. He laughed, hard and genuine, slapping his beer gut a few times patronizingly. He forgot, he was older now too. The goatee he could barely grow at 20 was now a fully fledged beard, wild and unkempt. The scrawny 165lb boy had grown into a stoutly man of 225lbs, relaxed and retired into the habits and customs of his daily life: beer and bread, and a modest career as a writer. He still had those same eyes that caught her attention years ago. And his smile, so kind and sincere; it made her wonder why she left him. "I have enjoyed good food and drink over the years" he said as he took a sip of his porter "It's refined my pallet a little bit". "and the pleasant company?" she asked "Hmm?" "When we were younger, you said there were only three things you could only hope for in your life: Good food, good drink and pleasant company. What about the third?" She ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass, sizing him up; taking a measure of what his response would be. He stared off for a moment, took another sip of his beer before finally turning back to her smirking. "Who's to say I haven't had it?" He dodged the question, and he knew it. "Because this is you we're talking about" "you don't know what you're talking about." "It's been ten years Erik. And while some things change," she gestured to herself smiling "other things stay the same". "Like you never being wrong?" He chided, taking another sip of his beer. Likewise, she took a sip of her wine. She was digging for something, he could tell. Validation perhaps, that she was right to leave him all those years ago. -------------------- Got to go to work, but I want to try and come back and finish this. Please enjoy in the meantime!
Walking into the used bookstore he's greeted with the one lasting effect of their relationship - that feeling in his stomach no other woman has been able to produce. The frequent reminder of what his rose-coloured ignorance failed to take note of. His emotions have been spiralling downhill ever since he broke up with the most recent girl that failed to replicate that feeling. It wasn't her among the literature though, it was just a book that triggered the hurt. One of the dozens on the over-stacked shelf leaning towards the edge as if making its way to side of a bridge. Junot Diaz's *This Is How You Lose Her*. A gift from him that she immediately fell in love with, and the book his tattoo is from. "The half life of love is forever" makes an immortal imprint on the back his neck, the place her lips favoured most. He froze into place as he watched that figure with it's all too familiar grace walk from behind the counter towards his section. She reached up, pushed the book safely away from the ledge and turned to him with a withdrawn smile. "Hello". ^My ^first ^post ^here.
edit: Ok, this is depresssing
[WP] A couple meet again after 10 years.
"You've gotten...older." He eyed her up and down as they sat in a quiet corner of his favorite bar. She was still as lovely as he remembered her at 19. But she was ten years older now. Ten years more mature, more refined; she carried herself in this proud but world weary way that fascinated him. What had she been up to this past decade? Where had she gone? What had she seen? Did she ever get married? There was no ring on her finger, but something about her figure said she might have had a child, maybe two. The auburn red hair of her youth had returned to her natural brown/blond; her larger figure that had always been a source of self-consciousnesses for her, had developed into this picturesque hourglass figure; she seemed comfortable in her own body, at last. He could be wrong of course, he'd been wrong before. He was wrong that they'd get back together, wrong that they'd keep in touch, wrong that she'd be the only girl he'd ever want. He was wrong about a lot of things with her actually. And in the decade since their last meeting, he had learned what it meant to be wrong, and it had tempered his behavior somewhat. Now, he watched and observed, and made mental notes of important things said and done in his life. He wouldn't be wrong again, not if he could help it. "And You've gotten fat", she said over her glass of wine. He laughed, hard and genuine, slapping his beer gut a few times patronizingly. He forgot, he was older now too. The goatee he could barely grow at 20 was now a fully fledged beard, wild and unkempt. The scrawny 165lb boy had grown into a stoutly man of 225lbs, relaxed and retired into the habits and customs of his daily life: beer and bread, and a modest career as a writer. He still had those same eyes that caught her attention years ago. And his smile, so kind and sincere; it made her wonder why she left him. "I have enjoyed good food and drink over the years" he said as he took a sip of his porter "It's refined my pallet a little bit". "and the pleasant company?" she asked "Hmm?" "When we were younger, you said there were only three things you could only hope for in your life: Good food, good drink and pleasant company. What about the third?" She ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass, sizing him up; taking a measure of what his response would be. He stared off for a moment, took another sip of his beer before finally turning back to her smirking. "Who's to say I haven't had it?" He dodged the question, and he knew it. "Because this is you we're talking about" "you don't know what you're talking about." "It's been ten years Erik. And while some things change," she gestured to herself smiling "other things stay the same". "Like you never being wrong?" He chided, taking another sip of his beer. Likewise, she took a sip of her wine. She was digging for something, he could tell. Validation perhaps, that she was right to leave him all those years ago. -------------------- Got to go to work, but I want to try and come back and finish this. Please enjoy in the meantime!
We were high school sweethearts. Prom, College, Graduation, Marriage and now our first child was on the way. We were every cloyingly sweet cliche that Hollywood so often fills theater seats with. But that was ten years ago. The radio was louder than usual that day. It was slightly out of tune and I could hear the noise of the static mixed with the morning news. It seemed as though the radio was begging to be turned just a little bit to the left so I got up from the kitchen table and happily obliged. My toast was just a little burnt and my orange juice just a little too sweet. Maybe my my mind is trying to manufacture details and clues to what happened that day so I can put my broken life back together. She called me a few minutes before lunch - "Hi Sweetheart! ... ... ... Hello ! Can you hear me. There was silence then sobbing and then wailing. She told me we lost our child and was inconsolable. I rushed home to see my beloved but I only saw an ashen impostor. Something in her had broken. We tried hanging on to a semblance of normalcy; trying to forget and to lead a normal life but it was impossible. The years passed and we grew distant. We lay in the same bed but we might as well have been strangers. We tried to have children again but the scars from that day seemed to have cleaved a rift in our love that was deeper than just emotional. Yesterday, ten years to the day, we adopted a beautiful baby girl. Yesterday, ten years to the day, I met my wife again.
A while ago I read about the Greek monasteries on Mount Athos, where not even female animals are allowed. There's at least one case of a foundling being dropped off, growing up with the monks, and living his entire life on the grounds of Mount Athos, having never seen a woman. What would happen if he snuck out?
[WP] A sixteen-year-old boy who has lived his entire life in a monastery inhabited solely by men sneaks out and sees a girl.
Delilah enjoyed bathing in the river near the monastery. It was far enough into the buffer zone between the monastery and the town that she might have some privacy. Not that privacy was of supreme importance, she was far from being a shy woman! But she enjoyed the peace while she considered what mischief she might be able to stir up in the coming days. Little did she know, mischief would come to find her. For a youthful man in the habit of the cloistered monks appeared around the river bend, leaning forward as if he were driven away from that cloister by a bitter wind. He must have had something on his mind. Hardly looking far enough in front of his feet to keep from tripping, he sensed her presence only at the bequest of her inquisitive cough, and jerked to a halt barely within five armlengths of Delilah. Eyes wide, jaw dropped... this fellow isn't admiring my body, he is actually confused by it! Delilah delighted in her impact and followed up by standing fully from the water and quickly closing the gap to the newcomer in three sultry steps. Hand extended - "Hi fella! My name's Delilah, pleasure to meet ya!" A reciprocating arm extension missed her palm - his hand pointing, not clasping. "My God! What happened to you!" Delilah's mind worked quickly. She dropped her eyes and shamefully acted, "The devil... He came to me in the form of a beast with a mighty sword, and cut my manhood off - leaving only a cleft in its place. -- Fair traveler, tell me your name that you might assist me. I am scarce able to walk from the pain." His eye's stayed wide, but his look of wonder had been replaced quickly with a fearful grimace. "Thom... Thom's what they call me. Except I had planned never to hear it again. You see, I was just now fleeing the monastery... I, I... I see now why God gave me the calling to leave! It was not for me to flee the cloistered life, but it was so that I might come across you and help you in your battle with the devil!" "Come back with me, I can carry you if need be. We study plants and herbs... perhaps a poultice could be made and applied.... perhaps it is not too late...." Delilah could barely hold back her smirk. Thom's face had gone from red with exertion, to a pale gray from shock in about as much time as it might take her to snap her fingers! This would be a fun
"Lord, please forgive me of my trespasses" he uttered to himself while clinging on to the cross hanging from his neck. Father gave it him to commemorate his confirmation. The moonlight shined brightly through the young man's window, as if god himself had shown a spotlight on him. Normally he felt safe under The Lord's gaze, but tonight was different. Tonight was one of sin. At this time of evening the boy would have been at nightly mass, but feigning a stomach ache was more than enough to convince father, a kind hearted, trusting man. Just thinking about it drove the boy mad with guilt. With a deep breath, he stood up and approached his window sill. With as much subtlety and precision as he could muster, he lifted the glass and took his first step to freedom. The damp air settled heavy in his lungs, and the dew already began to settle in the soft grass. The moisture glistened in light of the moon, almost illuminating his path to the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The oak tree standing tall at the edge of the church grounds was like a beacon of hope from having to walk so far out in the dark. And even better, there she stood. He almost didn't believe her invitation earlier that day was sincere. They only talked for a brief moment while she walked just outside the confines of the monastery, before a monk told him to get away from the outsider. "Meet me here at the dawn of night" and then she was gone. Few words were spoken. Small chatting of the weather and of days activities, with interjections of awkward silence. But something came over him, for the first time he was spending time with a beautiful young maiden. Her eyes were blue as the sky and her blonde hair flowed in slight curls, brushing back and forth with ever so chilling breeze. She smiled and looked down, brushing her hair behind her ear, and he took his chance. A kiss as innocent as their young hearts was given to her. He pulled away, and they both started to giggle softly from modest embarrassment from their inexperience. And in that moment, the boy thought of the moonlight sent from the heavens to watch as he carried out his sin. But only this time, he thought of it not as a The Lord looking on in defiance, but as him looking on in admiration, for being able to create something as beautiful as young love.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This is the only life you get. Make the most of it.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I can be richer than any man on earth. Only if I die with a satisfied mind.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
The time we have in this life is but moments compared to existence itself. Use your time and resources wisely to be remembered as more than just someone who lived.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
We have no choice but to make choices. To make things even worse, our choices have been made for us by our biology and our past.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
Every thing is no-thing. Nowhere is everywhere.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." [Matthew 7:12]
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
We're all the same. We're all different.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
We're all the same. We're all different.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
We're all the same. We're all different.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
We're all the same. We're all different.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
We're all the same. We're all different.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Don't worry about a thing. Because every little thing is gonna be alright
So small, so fragile, so innocent and insignificant and invisible to not only the universe but to others of our own kind. Yet, despite the outside forces that ignore us, we as individuals can think, feel, understand, and take a moment in the illusion of time to observe ourselves, granting us the ability to realize the one idea that makes all other things powerless: "I exist".
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
Eventually even the greats are forgotten. And that's okay.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
What you know and do not know should determine the ebb and flow of your humble and bold behavior. Take care in your personal interactions, because the landscape of peaks and valleys in each persons life experience is intwined with yours.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
We live in a fractal universe where everything is a reflection of everything else on both the macro and micro scales: the growth of a civilization mirrors the growth of an individual, the evolution of a species reflects the evolution of technology. All things are connected, each thing is a symbol representing everything else, and the sooner people realize that we are all one piece of a larger whole and that the whole is in turn a small part of us, the better off we will be.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
The simple matter of life and death is that, while death might seem like an end, it is simply a new beginning in life, not a nothingness. We can't reach a state of nothing, there is nothing to reach, and we can't go to nothing either, there is nowhere to go, and finally there is never nothing left, everything simply *changes.*
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
As a part of history I am but a blink of an eye, I have barely existed. Our lives are everything to us but often ending up meaning nothing in the grand scale.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
We're trailers for movies no one is ever going to see.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Everybody dies someday. Not everyone bothers to live first.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
What if our huge huge universe was just really really small.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
This is the only life you get. Make the most of it.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
This is the only life you get. Make the most of it.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
This is the only life you get. Make the most of it.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
I can be richer than any man on earth. Only if I die with a satisfied mind.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
I can be richer than any man on earth. Only if I die with a satisfied mind.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
I can be richer than any man on earth. Only if I die with a satisfied mind.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
The worst thing you can do with your life is nothing.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
I would call me one year ago an idiot. This will be true until I die.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
I've got this shit figured out. Everyone's too stuck in their ways to listen to me.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.
Life's a bitch. Then you die.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Some people will have riches beyond measure. Others will be poor, and only have money.
Life's a bitch. Then you die.
[WP] Write the most philosophical thought you have about humanity, life, existence in two sentences.
Some people will have riches beyond measure. Others will be poor, and only have money.
We are archetypes of characters whose stories will never be read. We know the light at the end of the tunnel broke years ago, we only keep moving forward so that we may fix it for generations to come. Edit: I meant to say 'up to two sentences, not in two sentences' but since I made the mistake, I'll be fixing my comment to align with the rules.
Something that doesn't involve a virus, a meteor, aliens, rogue A.I., etc.
[WP] Write a New Apocalypse
A new disease broke out, something worse than deadly but the full repercussions weren't understood. The dead began to rise like something out of an old sci-fi movie, shuffling along and rotting as they went on by. What happened next though was something we'd never thought could happen. All manner of animal and beast began feesting off of the walking buffets of meat. Birds would eat away at the head and brain, scavengers like rats would nipple away at the feet and the larger animals would feast gladly on a walking corpse or two. We felt as if we'd dodged one of science fictions biggest clichés when we realized that the animals had become more brave and the affect of the diseased flesh took them into berserk rages. The problem wasn't our own but the animals themselves, all of a sudden nature had turned around and started fighting back against all we'd made and manipulated to our own ends. Packs of animals would roam the re-abandoned cities, different species making unlikely alliances where birds would track and wolfs attack. We were left to be hunted, not survive like with walking dead, our food had become our predator and we it's prey. It seems fate is not without a sense of irony.
It all started in 2025 when the us government finally collapsed. China had finally "bought" america. But our government had planned for this many years before. When china finally went to claim there debt, america detonated their nukes. On there own land. The radiation cloud was roughly the size of half of north america and has been shifting around the earth, killing or horribly mutating anything underneath it. It got the Americas first before becoming a radiation hurricane and hitting Africa. The massive black cloud has left nothing in its wake except death and soon it will drift towards our little town and kill us too. This is something we've all come to accept here. We wish to believe were not the last ones out there. Maybe somebody out there survives this and my journal will become history. Maybe I'll just die like everyone else and be lost to the apocalypse. The only thing I know is soon I will be dead. Alexander whichfield June 15, 2037