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SSC- I
by Noname Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:19 pm
SHORT STORY CONTEST
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Yes, you heard me... Or read me. A Short Story Contest submitted by moi. All you have to do is write a story, but not yet. It's going to be an annual contest. Or monthly. Starting July 1st and ending July 31st. It can be on any subject known to man. The best of the best will be voted upon, with the voters having a valid reason for submitting their choice. The winner will be given a shiny trophy in the mail. Well, not really but it is a pretty good image.
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Yes, you heard me... Or read me. A Short Story Contest submitted by moi. All you have to do is write a story, but not yet. It's going to be an annual contest. Or monthly. Starting July 1st and ending July 31st. It can be on any subject known to man. The best of the best will be voted upon, with the voters having a valid reason for submitting their choice. The winner will be given a shiny trophy in the mail. Well, not really but it is a pretty good image.
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- Must be 6000 to 10000 words.
- No Plagiarism.
- No Offensive or Sexual Content
- Must be submitted by July 22nd and all votes cast by July 31st
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Re: SSC- I
by Member Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:21 pm
*raises hand* What are the requirement on language and age of the written story?
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Re: SSC- I
by Noname Sat Jul 10, 2010 10:38 pm
By the way, the contest started nine days ago.
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Re: SSC- I
by Naruto Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:21 pm
I'm still entering, but I have to go so I can't post my entry right now.
My entry is titled: Longing of The Soul.
My entry is titled: Longing of The Soul.
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Re: SSC- I
by Member Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:42 pm
Well... since I probably won't be able to put mine in, I'll just put in it's name, and then the name of the story I'll put in if I don't make it. X3
Original Entry: A Redneck's Fresh Pistons
Possible Replacement Entry: The Angry Duck
Original Entry: A Redneck's Fresh Pistons
Possible Replacement Entry: The Angry Duck
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by Bumblebee~* Sat Jul 17, 2010 12:20 pm
My Entry: Disconnection
Because I write when the internet disconnects. X3 So I have no idea if it will actually fit with the story. :>
Because I write when the internet disconnects. X3 So I have no idea if it will actually fit with the story. :>
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A Redneck's Fresh Pistons: Part One (Security Post)
by Member Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:47 am
*first entry of funerfulness*
"Meh." Stanly clicked on his computer. Once again he was staying late at work. The computer lit the dark office, servicing as his paper as well as his lamp. He had to finish his story before the sun rose. His boss had threatened to fire him if he missed the next deadline. Today's story was about the effects of refried beans on the typical mongoose. Every day was a new story, and every day there was a new paper. A paper a story, and he had to get all of the information within' the twenty-eight hours between the start of the work day and the start of the next work day. It was so dull... and he was so overworked. He hadn't slept for a week. Does that mean he's crazy now? Was he some type of other world being functioned by his brain? The thought of having twenty-eight hours from the start of one work day to the start of the next made very little sense.
Stanly blinked, feeling the burn of his eye lids. He wondered if his eyes had black marks under them like in cartoons. He hadn't left his cubicle for longer than he could remember. Ever second was important. He was getting a dollar every five hours and he wasn't going to get any of it if he even wasted a second to do anything other than go to the restroom or drink water. No food was allowed in the work place. Yet, no matter hungry or starved he was he stayed alive and kept his old vigor, even if he was extremely fatigued.
Suddenly, a window popped up on his bland computer screen. He lifted his head up in inquiry. What was this? It was completely new. The window was simple a white and gray thing. It read: Would you like to Chat? Three buttons below were labeled Yes, No, and Block. Stanly, with his mind clouded, nearly panicked. This wasn't regulation. The system was supposed to automatically block things not work related. What was this? The new window seemed to stare right at him, waiting impatiently for his answer. It had to be a test! Yes! A test from his ape-like boss. He moved his mouse and clicked the cross (the simple X-Button) in the corner. The box closed itself instantly and back on the screen was his long writing. A small smile crept on his lips as he stared at the screen like a mindless zombie. He did nothing to add or detract. His mind of was clouded by... by nothing. He couldn't think for more than a millisecond before it was erased. Maybe it would be wise to-
Suddenly, the same window from before popped up again reading: Would you like to Chat? The same options labeled under the question. Stanly frowned as best he could, but not much of a dent was put in his forehead. He'd have to report this when his boss returned in the morning. This time, just to be sure, he clicked No. Again the window closed and his work shone brightly in front of him. This time he was sure it was over with. It wouldn't come back. He'd refused correctly this time. Now it couldn't possibly come back. He was too quick-witted for it. Yes, it left him at his command. No smart-minded being would do such a thing. For that's what the window was, some beast. Or was he insane?
Then, something amazing happened. The white screen with the plain text began to change hue. It turned first pink and then darker and darker into red. Deeper and deeper, like some sort of insane mess. Stanly's eyes widened. No! No! He couldn't lose what he'd worked so hard for! He grabbed the monitor in a desperate plea.
"Please!" The poor man cried with the purest sadness. "Please don't do this!" It was like the woman he'd love had just left with another man right before she stuck her hand into his chest and begun to rip out his heart. Suzanne Shelly The name suddenly popped into his head. Why? He didn't know, but it didn't matter, his work was going to waste! The screen had turned completely red and was now darkening its hue. The monitor itself seemed to become hotter and hotter. Stanly ripped his hands away from it in his own fright and panic. As he stared at the screen in horror, something happened. The window, it popped up again. The message on it saying: Would you like to Chat? Why this! Of all things come up when what he needed lie just behind it! He was too unhappy to care for it now! In a couple hours he'd be fired! And then where would he be? In the realm of nothingness that lay outside the door. A second window appeared, and on it said: Choose quickly and wisely, Stanly, for everything you live on is about to die! Below it, the same options were displayed. As frantic as a man with more to lose than life, he grabbed his mouse--the force nearly cracking it--and clicked so many times in succession the option of Yes.
The screen of the monitor clicked off in a second. Blackness enveloped the class that covered whatever lay behind it. Stanly said nothing. He was too grieved to speak. He stared blankly at the screen; the black void stared just as mindlessly back. It was almost as if the two were having a staring contest or two friends thinking of something to do. It was a long, mourning silence. He was unaware of how long he sat there, staring. He yelled and cursed, cried and wept on the inside. None of it escaped his body. Every emotion strangled his inner being, thus making the process of his own death accelerate. He wouldn't have minded it, if he died right there. At this moment in time he welcomed it, welcomed it like a family welcomes a newborn child or like the fire welcomes more objects to burn in its power. Will you let me die now? The sentence echoed in his head, the origin he didn't know, but he begged to know the answer. And, as he wished, his reply came. No.
His hope seemed to be lucky enough to pass away when the light of the monitor began to flicker back into this world. To add to his misery, the outdated machine was going show him everything he'd lost. It was going to show him just how stupid he was for thinking that he could possibly save his job, his very life. To show him that he couldn't have the one thing that kept his very heart beating. Just like a blow to the chest by a gladiators sword his heart would be pierced and he would swim in the short suffering that came with it before his last breathe rejoined its airy brethren, happy to leave such pathetic lungs in such a pathetic body. The screen of the computer was fully lit once more and if the strike of a train was not enough to get him through his senses and swim past his sorrow, then what he saw was. Like a miracle. Every word, every line, every paragraph, it was there! It was all still alive, all still thriving. He dare not say a word, dare not think a thought, dare not even let his own organs question this, for it may go just as fast as it had come.
Again, another one of those infamous windows came up, but this one of a different fashion. Username? it asked him so politely. Under the text was a long white bar, a blinking cursor inside. Here, he presumed, was where he enter his answer. Apex, he wrote, though very slowly as his shock and his tired body made him navigate slowly. He pressed the key labeled Enter and the window disappeared. Not too soon later another came up. It was a square with rounded edges, fairly large. On the top it welcomed him with it's pre-written text. Within' a moment text popped up, next to it, the name: Teeter. As custom came, before Stanly had reached the age of twenty-five, an answer was expected from him, and he was to type it in the inner box of this square below and enter it so, whoever was on the other end, may read it. This is what both sides had done, and this was their conversation:
Stanly stared at the curious screen. Teeter, whoever he may be was offering the impossible, and now he was asking him to click some unknown link to find some truth. It could have anything. Viruses, a cleverly designed Rick Roll, a PSA, and nothing. It was a path that harbored any evil and any good. He dare not click it, but his curiosity, like a monkey, would come over him. He dragged his mouse to the blue colored link and clicked it, clicked it like a man with nothing to lose. A window popped up, this one behind a small square. The site, if the link even led to one, was nothing but blackness. It was like an endless black void of nothing.
He blinked when he thought he saw something moving within. Stanly squinted his eyes and peered into the blackness. Then, without any warning, what seemed like two hands reached out of the square window and grabbed the edges, pushing it out wider. His eyes widened. What was this!? When the square was at a satisfying size the hands, which were black instead of white and purple dots that flashed over it almost like that static of a TV, shot out from the computer itself, their menacing fingers outstretched. The hands grabbed his head with vice-grip-like power and started to pull him towards the computer. Stanly yelled in all terror as he tried to stop himself from being tugged into the screen. A terrible pressure rested on his head, making things oh the harder. He gripped his desk in some desperate attempt to stay put; the mysterious hands, in retaliation, made one large pull.
Then, it was done. Stanly, at that moment, had been pulled, or simply tossed right into his own computer. For a moment, all he could see was white and nothing but that. He thought he'd been knocked out, maybe he was waking up from a horrible dream, maybe... But these more welcomed things were not true, for when the white cleared he saw blue skies ahead of him, and rushing quickly to his face. So, very very far below him was the greenest grass. He was flying! Soaring! Something! Above the terrible new ground. His heart beat quickly. He had a terrible fear oh heights. It was like he'd been thrown, and so hard in fact that he was now rocketing to some unknown destination!
He closed his eyes, trying to block this out, but what he found was surprise. His eye they didn't burn and he didn't have the need to sleep. He opened his eyes, despite himself. Quickly he looked ahead of him instead of what was under him to possibly make this more enjoyable. But things only got more weird. The air seemed to hold a mist that tented it green. He could feel it hit his skin. Instantly, panic struck. Poison! Was this... poison!? Why it had to be! What else could it be!? It was the only thing he could think of. Poison. Wherever he was he was going to die now, die a horrible poisoned death, but then something came again, a thought with no sender. Breathe! Breathe! As it asked, he breathed. It was probably trying to speed up his death. He would welcome it now. But instead of feeling the tightening grip of agony or the blood rush to his head, he felt... better. He felt more alive. His stomach felt full, he was no longer tired, he felt more energized than ever! It was as if he'd slept for days and had nine full course meals. Pure bliss.
This mist, whatever it was, was a healing mist. The air must have been full of it. Ahead he saw something come up below on the ground. As his quick speed brought him toward it, he found it was a city! A city, yes, out here inside of his... inside of his computer? So strange. In seconds he was flying over it, marveling it, but not seeing any inhabitants. With a ground of yellow and buildings of pink, this place seemed to be wondrous. There were more trees and more plants that there were buildings. More wide open space. It was more like a town, actually. There wasn't much congestion at all! He neared the end of the town, but before he passed over it he hit a hard tunnel of air. He yelped in surprise as the force flipped him over and he found himself watching the sky get smaller and feeling that odd feeling in his stomach as he fell towards the ground. Well, if nothing he went through finished him, than this would for sure.
Stanly let out a grunt when he hit the ground, or, what was actually a soft, cushioned bean-bag chair like object. Not yet. Pain seared through his body as the sky he still stared at seemed to fade away and turn black into nothingness.
When next he opened his eyes he was in a large gray room. The walls looked like they had rusted, or maybe it was something else there? He sat on the ground, leaning on the wall. Around him he wore a straight jacket that he had named Robert. Robert was his friend. And he had to wear him all of the time. Everyone had deemed him "unstable". He knew where he was. Red Isle Institution for the Insane. Stanly stared blankly ahead of him at the adjacent wall. He wasn't allowed a roommate. Everything was so the same. He woke, the men would come with his food and give him whatever pills he needed. When he awoke again he had long hours to himself to stare of murmur or do whatever they thought he would do. Then one of the men would come in and take him out for the daily session of intermingling with the other inmates, as he called them. They thought that solitude would make their insanity worse. When they had their time he was brought back to his cell and again he was given food and more of those pills. When he awoke again he had until the next day for the cycle to repeat. Things seemed to move in fast motion now.
He blinked his eyes so naturally. In the split second his eyes closed her saw one again the sky of the unknown world, but obscuring his full view was, what looked like a giant squirrel staring down at him. He felt terrible and his back ached terribly. When his eyes opened again he saw before him two people. One a woman, the other a man. The woman, Suzanne Fiona Shelly, was his psychologist. The man, Derth Teeter Faschnat, was his psychiatrist. The two of them were his primary overseers.
"Hello Mister Guadair," said Suzanne in her nicest voice. "How are you today?" Stanly stared up at her, saying nothing. She called him... Mister Guadair. He was so unused to being called by that name. It was almost like something had changed.
"Odd," he answered, with nothing else to add to his comment. Suzanne and Derth passed a glance before looking back at him with those oddly happy eyes. He couldn't see their expressions, their mouths were hidden behind Surgical Masks, their eyes behind glasses. They even wore gloves and that outfit doctors wear with the hat. It was like they were prepped for surgery. It's was like they were trying to protect themselves from some disease he had, but he had none. He could imagine smiles behind the masks they wore. But even as curious as it may have been, he didn't mind. They only wore it inside of his cell.
"Mister Guadair, how has your sleep been coming?" This time it was Derth who spoke. He thought about this time's odd dream. It seemed crazy. Was it a normal dream? He didn't know if there was a difference. So, he decided in his mind not to tell them, it would be better not to, after all. They'd only prescribe him more.
"It's been fine." Another bland answer, but good enough. The two of them, looming above him, seemed like they were up to something. They murmured to each other. They'd write something down he'd bet if they had a clipboard. He narrowed his eyes and peered at him. When Suzanne caught his stare he widened his eyes back normal. No need for them to inquire about that. She frantically whispered something to Derth. Maybe she thought he was losing his sight? It didn't matter. More things would be prescribed to put him to sleep.
"Miste-" Suzanne was cut off by a sudden rumbling and shaking of the ground. Her eyes were wide with bewilderment, as well as Derth's. Stanly as well was confused, but he continued to stare ahead. It was just an earthquake. He had no reason to be scared. But he thought about it again when the floor started to crack and pull themselves apart, separating him and the two doctors of mental health. Light, like that of a fire illuminated from the bottom, and as the ground still shook and the floor still split, something began to crawl from it, like a demon from Hell ready to drag him down to meet Lucifer. The fat fingers of some animal grabbed the edge of the ground as it tried to pull itself up, skin of orange. As it rose it revealed itself. It, this animal, showed it's angry face to him. It was a... giant orange hippo. Yes, a giant orange hippo from the depths of Hell. In it's mouth it held a bridle and the reins rose up to either side of it's head and ended in the hands of a creature. It was small, compared to the hippo, not looking like it should even fit up there. It sat on it's neck and stared down at him with cold looking eyes.
It reminded him of some kind of bipedal rabbit, not of the Bugs Bunny variety. It wasn't all too tall, it's feet pawed, but its hands fingered, everything in proportion, so it looked so natural. It's nose was characteristically triangular, and it's eyes were black ovals and unfeeling. A small horn stuck on its head. It was hard to describe. He could only show with a picture. But he had no camera, and he had no hands to hold it with. The pink-furred thing stared down at him as if to say something, but it was not it who spoke.
"Stanly!" Boomed the hippo in a commanding, threatening voice. It was loud enough to blow out his hearing. It's breath stank like most animal's did. He tried to look past the large thing to find the two doctors. He'd spotted them quickly. They'd run as close as they could, behind the open hole to the side of the hippo as the floor had stopped shaking. Their eyes were wide, and they stared right towards him. "Stanly!" It said again, and just as demanding. "The ones who pose as your friends will be the ones who bring you to death!" Stanly's eyes snapped back to the hippo. His friends? Who! What did he mean? "Do not turn your back on those who rouse the most suspicions. The ones who help you only want to hurt you!" Who!? Hurt him? Why!? He didn't understand why this was all happening. He was confused, he was afraid out of his mind. His heart beat so fast that the Flash couldn't keep in step.
"Don't listen, Stanly!" It was Suzanne and Derth. "You're only hallucinating!" Hallucinating? Then why did it feel so real? The rabbit on the neck of the beast looked towards them and scowled. It dropped the reins and dismounted off the beast, landing on its feet as if it had practiced many times. It walked towards him, fierceness in every stride. What would it do? Kill him there? The cries of Suzanne and Derth continued, but their words seemed to be blocked by this being. It grabbed Robert and used the poor thing to pull him closer until they were nose to nose.
"The voices you hear now," it said, it's voice more masculine than he had expected, "are the ones that will carry you into death."
Stanly awoke to immediate choking and sightlessness. His eyes stung and he had a sense that he was being enveloped by something, but what it was, he did not now. Soon enough though, the horrible sensations died down and after a minute of pathetic sputtering and with the awe inducing speed any natural brain had, he quickly realized that whatever was causing him such discomfort was less evil than he thought, for it was only water and that only his face, his neck, chest, and shoulders were wet, immediately ruling out the possibility of being stuck in river or another water formation. Instead the good man found that he was still laying in the bean bag chair (as he was going to satisfy himself by calling it such, though it was not) in the middle of the spacious city with the yellow ground and the pink buildings, and, as before, he sat under the green tinted sky that held the healing mist. The only difference from then and now was that he was wet and he now sat at a new angle--along with the green sky no longer being in his view, instead the base of a building with, what looked like giant squirrels (though on further inspection he realized they were robots, which gave him much of a fright); though these squirrels didn’t look very realistic, only ‘twas a crude copy. He stared at them, wide eyes, his heart beating as if behind it were a jack hammer assisting it in its one-man race. The squirrels (three in all) looked at him--curiously or not he couldn't tell for a robots face is permanently expressionless--as if they were just statues, their gaze almost looking through him, but the one closest that, by his angle, stood in the middle on the other two that were an amount of space away from it (one to the left, one to the right) that he couldn’t count due to his lack of intelligence to acutely estimate a distance from an elongated glance--though it may be better to say “observation.” The center squirrel then suddenly blinked, or did something in a blinding manner, and moved its head, as if tilting it, and looked at him like a dog would a man the first second he held out a treat. Then it looked back at its two companions who both seemed to nod before it turned its head back to Stanly, who was fretful that he was unable to speak, move, or even change his expression from one that was lame and tired and wet to one that was truly, truly, terrified.
“Welcome to Cyberspace!” said pudgy Center-Squirrel (who Stanly, without notice, started to debate whether to call Rodger) with a high-pitched robotic voice that made it sound as if the ss of the word were being intentionally echoed out. At this greeting Stanly’s face finally decided to wear a new suit. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth bent itself in a questionable way that portrayed confusion as to what Center-Squirrel had said, rather than reflecting also the events of this dreadful day.
“What?” He was barely able to ask in his state, but the question had come out, and without hesitation Center-Squirrel said again: Welcome to Cyberspace! Then, despite the fall his body had to endure but still survive (like a Pokemon with Sturdy), Stanly shot straight up, his eyes wide now, his face in the costume of shock and in such a way that it looked like it was constantly asking Center-Squirrel what it had said. Stanly stammered now. “I’m in Cyberspace?” He asked, his voice unable to stop trembling. Cyberspace! It was the only kind of place you saw in books or television or movies! You’d never think you would actually go and be that blown away character that figured it out. Would he be like so many others and find another person who’d come here? One that had been here for years, though their age unchanging? To his astonishment, Center-Squirrel giggled.
“No,” Center-Squirrel said, unable to control its little laughs, “it was a joke! Cyberspace. A little cliché, don’t you think?” This simple telling astonished him--as well as the fact that not only was his location a lie, but the fact that the previously robotic voice had changed to something more normal. So, he wasn’t in Cyberspace? He wasn’t stuck in some realm where he’d have to go on some journey through lava pools with the assistance of one or two others who have to stop the oppression of a higher being who wants to thwart their every attempt so he can return home and bring peace as he should as some sort of chosen one? He sighed in relief. He wouldn’t be subject to some kind of Spy Kids-Shark Boy and Lava Girl mix. He was safe and sane. Or was he? You could never be sure if you were sane. Then, Center-Squirrel said another thing that mixed his astonishment with anxiety. “But, if you really want to go,” Center-Squirrel said in a low voice, as if to keep a great secret from its companions LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel, “I could show you the fastest way there.” He quickly refused the offer, for it made him feel there was a secret evil behind it. Center-Squirrel asked if he was sure, and he replied positive.
“If I’m not in Cyberspace, then were am I?” Stanly asked, trying to figure out his location as well as take his mind off whatever Center-Squirrel had regarding said Cyberspace. Again, Center-Squirrel giggles in its robotic-squirrel way, almost as if he were cutely dense, like a child.
“You’re in Flora Ville! Silly Jester,” Center-Squirrel said then. Jester. Like a fool? Why would it call him such a thing? Maybe this would be his new name for the time he was in… Flora Ville--but Stanly couldn’t stop himself from thinking there was some underlined meaning to it. Fool. Intriguing. Center-Squirrel seems very happy in its introduction and to confirm it almost it threw out its small arms (for it had no hands, the fingers were just added to the end of the arm) in pure joy. LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel both felt the joy, for they made their own noises to show what happiness they had. And then LeftSquirrel joyfully suggested that they all show him around before reporting him. To this, Stanly became confused, but said nothing. The other two, Center-Squirrel and Right Squirrel agreed and he was soon lifted up onto his wobbly feet and taken about. As they went along passing buildings and Stanly began to take more control of his body and became more aware, Rodger pointed out the names of each such as the Flora Ville Store, the Flora Ville Pet Shop (though, without pets), the Flora Ville Hospital (surprisingly not fit for a robot), the Flora Ville Park, and such and so on. LeftSquirrel gave him some information about each, the most he gave about the local retailers when they passed the offices so he’d know where he can situate himself a home if he stayed, an easy venture since they were all free. He didn’t intend to stay. Right Squirrel said nothing, and Stanly was told it was because he had a problem with his “vocal cords” so he asked about it none.
A terrible thing Stanly saw was when he examined the buildings on the left of him and saw, on the sidewalk two other robot squirrels (there were many others in the town, but these were the most specific). The one on the right vibrated visibly while the other one watched. Suddenly an unseen hatch opened up in a square cut on the Squirrel’s torso. When the mechanism stopped it’s working, just like a crusher would throw out garbage, a thing that Stanly could distinguish easily bounced out, covered completely in oil. After moments of staring he realized that it was a robotic Squirrel, a small one. Rodger and his noticed it too, because when Stanly next looked at him he was facing the two.
“Congratulations on the baby!” Rodger yelled out towards them, LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel sharing Rodger’s sentiments. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Rodger asked Stanley. The poor man said Yes, but in his mind and stomach he could only scream No. The repulsion would be lost with him forever. It was hard to pull his eyes away, as things that are usually as disgusting as such are. When he finally managed and they walked well enough away, he asked them: Where am I? The three looked back at him as if he were crazy. “Flora Ville, hadn’t we already told you?” Rodger asked as if he’d truly forgotten, or was he just so great at mockery? Stanly shook his head at Rodger.
“No, not this town, but this whole place! This world!” Rodger looked back at both LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel and then they all looked at Stanly. They all seemed to carry the imitation of a look of pure bafflement, as if they were so surprised that he didn’t know they what thought simple. Rodger looked back at his companions. Right Squirrel shrugged, as if to say: Well, he had fallen from the sky, and soon the matter was settled. “Well, Jester,”-Stanly cut him off to inform him of his actual name-“Well, Jester”-this shocked Stanly-“we live on a planet called Earth. Ever heard of it?”
A Redneck's Fresh Pistons
"Meh." Stanly clicked on his computer. Once again he was staying late at work. The computer lit the dark office, servicing as his paper as well as his lamp. He had to finish his story before the sun rose. His boss had threatened to fire him if he missed the next deadline. Today's story was about the effects of refried beans on the typical mongoose. Every day was a new story, and every day there was a new paper. A paper a story, and he had to get all of the information within' the twenty-eight hours between the start of the work day and the start of the next work day. It was so dull... and he was so overworked. He hadn't slept for a week. Does that mean he's crazy now? Was he some type of other world being functioned by his brain? The thought of having twenty-eight hours from the start of one work day to the start of the next made very little sense.
Stanly blinked, feeling the burn of his eye lids. He wondered if his eyes had black marks under them like in cartoons. He hadn't left his cubicle for longer than he could remember. Ever second was important. He was getting a dollar every five hours and he wasn't going to get any of it if he even wasted a second to do anything other than go to the restroom or drink water. No food was allowed in the work place. Yet, no matter hungry or starved he was he stayed alive and kept his old vigor, even if he was extremely fatigued.
Suddenly, a window popped up on his bland computer screen. He lifted his head up in inquiry. What was this? It was completely new. The window was simple a white and gray thing. It read: Would you like to Chat? Three buttons below were labeled Yes, No, and Block. Stanly, with his mind clouded, nearly panicked. This wasn't regulation. The system was supposed to automatically block things not work related. What was this? The new window seemed to stare right at him, waiting impatiently for his answer. It had to be a test! Yes! A test from his ape-like boss. He moved his mouse and clicked the cross (the simple X-Button) in the corner. The box closed itself instantly and back on the screen was his long writing. A small smile crept on his lips as he stared at the screen like a mindless zombie. He did nothing to add or detract. His mind of was clouded by... by nothing. He couldn't think for more than a millisecond before it was erased. Maybe it would be wise to-
Suddenly, the same window from before popped up again reading: Would you like to Chat? The same options labeled under the question. Stanly frowned as best he could, but not much of a dent was put in his forehead. He'd have to report this when his boss returned in the morning. This time, just to be sure, he clicked No. Again the window closed and his work shone brightly in front of him. This time he was sure it was over with. It wouldn't come back. He'd refused correctly this time. Now it couldn't possibly come back. He was too quick-witted for it. Yes, it left him at his command. No smart-minded being would do such a thing. For that's what the window was, some beast. Or was he insane?
Then, something amazing happened. The white screen with the plain text began to change hue. It turned first pink and then darker and darker into red. Deeper and deeper, like some sort of insane mess. Stanly's eyes widened. No! No! He couldn't lose what he'd worked so hard for! He grabbed the monitor in a desperate plea.
"Please!" The poor man cried with the purest sadness. "Please don't do this!" It was like the woman he'd love had just left with another man right before she stuck her hand into his chest and begun to rip out his heart. Suzanne Shelly The name suddenly popped into his head. Why? He didn't know, but it didn't matter, his work was going to waste! The screen had turned completely red and was now darkening its hue. The monitor itself seemed to become hotter and hotter. Stanly ripped his hands away from it in his own fright and panic. As he stared at the screen in horror, something happened. The window, it popped up again. The message on it saying: Would you like to Chat? Why this! Of all things come up when what he needed lie just behind it! He was too unhappy to care for it now! In a couple hours he'd be fired! And then where would he be? In the realm of nothingness that lay outside the door. A second window appeared, and on it said: Choose quickly and wisely, Stanly, for everything you live on is about to die! Below it, the same options were displayed. As frantic as a man with more to lose than life, he grabbed his mouse--the force nearly cracking it--and clicked so many times in succession the option of Yes.
The screen of the monitor clicked off in a second. Blackness enveloped the class that covered whatever lay behind it. Stanly said nothing. He was too grieved to speak. He stared blankly at the screen; the black void stared just as mindlessly back. It was almost as if the two were having a staring contest or two friends thinking of something to do. It was a long, mourning silence. He was unaware of how long he sat there, staring. He yelled and cursed, cried and wept on the inside. None of it escaped his body. Every emotion strangled his inner being, thus making the process of his own death accelerate. He wouldn't have minded it, if he died right there. At this moment in time he welcomed it, welcomed it like a family welcomes a newborn child or like the fire welcomes more objects to burn in its power. Will you let me die now? The sentence echoed in his head, the origin he didn't know, but he begged to know the answer. And, as he wished, his reply came. No.
His hope seemed to be lucky enough to pass away when the light of the monitor began to flicker back into this world. To add to his misery, the outdated machine was going show him everything he'd lost. It was going to show him just how stupid he was for thinking that he could possibly save his job, his very life. To show him that he couldn't have the one thing that kept his very heart beating. Just like a blow to the chest by a gladiators sword his heart would be pierced and he would swim in the short suffering that came with it before his last breathe rejoined its airy brethren, happy to leave such pathetic lungs in such a pathetic body. The screen of the computer was fully lit once more and if the strike of a train was not enough to get him through his senses and swim past his sorrow, then what he saw was. Like a miracle. Every word, every line, every paragraph, it was there! It was all still alive, all still thriving. He dare not say a word, dare not think a thought, dare not even let his own organs question this, for it may go just as fast as it had come.
Again, another one of those infamous windows came up, but this one of a different fashion. Username? it asked him so politely. Under the text was a long white bar, a blinking cursor inside. Here, he presumed, was where he enter his answer. Apex, he wrote, though very slowly as his shock and his tired body made him navigate slowly. He pressed the key labeled Enter and the window disappeared. Not too soon later another came up. It was a square with rounded edges, fairly large. On the top it welcomed him with it's pre-written text. Within' a moment text popped up, next to it, the name: Teeter. As custom came, before Stanly had reached the age of twenty-five, an answer was expected from him, and he was to type it in the inner box of this square below and enter it so, whoever was on the other end, may read it. This is what both sides had done, and this was their conversation:
- Teeter: You're Welcome.
Apex: 4 whut
Teeter: What? Am I speaking to an ape? Hello? I'd answer you, but I can't understand what you've written, type like one who knows English, boy.
Apex: i cant 2 tyred
Teeter: I said type like someone sophisticated! Now do it!
Apex: this is the best ive got
Teeter: What's some capitalization and punctuation going to hurt?
Apex: Fine, but I'm not trying any of the long words.
Teeter: Fair enough.
Apex: Now what am I supposed to thank you for?
Teeter: For saving your precious story, as terrible as it may be.
Apex: That was you!?
Teeter: Who else?
Apex: A couple actually...
Teeter: Oh, please please stop thanking me...
Apex: I'm sorry.
But I am gloriously happy. Especially so knowing you're not one of the bad hackers.
Teeter: Hacker?
Apex: You don't know what a hacker is...?
Teeter: IT DOESN'T MATTER!
But I have noticed your life is pathetic and wasted.
Apex: That's harsh.
Teeter: But wholly true. My life is grand, stupendous. But I grow tired of it...
Apex: Hey, I'd switch places with you any day.
Teeter: Then how about now!?
Apex: You're kidding right?
Teeter: What is there to joke about? And you'd say you'd switch places any day. Where you joking about that?
Apex: ...
Kinda.
Teeter: ...
Apex: I do have a lot of stuff to do anyways...
Teeter: It'll all be taken care of! I assure you.
Apex: You're... kind of weird.
Teeter: Do you want me to prove it?
Apex: I'm a little afraid to answer that.
Teeter: Fine then. But, believe me or not, this will tell you everything. http://Derththered.gu.net
Stanly stared at the curious screen. Teeter, whoever he may be was offering the impossible, and now he was asking him to click some unknown link to find some truth. It could have anything. Viruses, a cleverly designed Rick Roll, a PSA, and nothing. It was a path that harbored any evil and any good. He dare not click it, but his curiosity, like a monkey, would come over him. He dragged his mouse to the blue colored link and clicked it, clicked it like a man with nothing to lose. A window popped up, this one behind a small square. The site, if the link even led to one, was nothing but blackness. It was like an endless black void of nothing.
He blinked when he thought he saw something moving within. Stanly squinted his eyes and peered into the blackness. Then, without any warning, what seemed like two hands reached out of the square window and grabbed the edges, pushing it out wider. His eyes widened. What was this!? When the square was at a satisfying size the hands, which were black instead of white and purple dots that flashed over it almost like that static of a TV, shot out from the computer itself, their menacing fingers outstretched. The hands grabbed his head with vice-grip-like power and started to pull him towards the computer. Stanly yelled in all terror as he tried to stop himself from being tugged into the screen. A terrible pressure rested on his head, making things oh the harder. He gripped his desk in some desperate attempt to stay put; the mysterious hands, in retaliation, made one large pull.
Then, it was done. Stanly, at that moment, had been pulled, or simply tossed right into his own computer. For a moment, all he could see was white and nothing but that. He thought he'd been knocked out, maybe he was waking up from a horrible dream, maybe... But these more welcomed things were not true, for when the white cleared he saw blue skies ahead of him, and rushing quickly to his face. So, very very far below him was the greenest grass. He was flying! Soaring! Something! Above the terrible new ground. His heart beat quickly. He had a terrible fear oh heights. It was like he'd been thrown, and so hard in fact that he was now rocketing to some unknown destination!
He closed his eyes, trying to block this out, but what he found was surprise. His eye they didn't burn and he didn't have the need to sleep. He opened his eyes, despite himself. Quickly he looked ahead of him instead of what was under him to possibly make this more enjoyable. But things only got more weird. The air seemed to hold a mist that tented it green. He could feel it hit his skin. Instantly, panic struck. Poison! Was this... poison!? Why it had to be! What else could it be!? It was the only thing he could think of. Poison. Wherever he was he was going to die now, die a horrible poisoned death, but then something came again, a thought with no sender. Breathe! Breathe! As it asked, he breathed. It was probably trying to speed up his death. He would welcome it now. But instead of feeling the tightening grip of agony or the blood rush to his head, he felt... better. He felt more alive. His stomach felt full, he was no longer tired, he felt more energized than ever! It was as if he'd slept for days and had nine full course meals. Pure bliss.
This mist, whatever it was, was a healing mist. The air must have been full of it. Ahead he saw something come up below on the ground. As his quick speed brought him toward it, he found it was a city! A city, yes, out here inside of his... inside of his computer? So strange. In seconds he was flying over it, marveling it, but not seeing any inhabitants. With a ground of yellow and buildings of pink, this place seemed to be wondrous. There were more trees and more plants that there were buildings. More wide open space. It was more like a town, actually. There wasn't much congestion at all! He neared the end of the town, but before he passed over it he hit a hard tunnel of air. He yelped in surprise as the force flipped him over and he found himself watching the sky get smaller and feeling that odd feeling in his stomach as he fell towards the ground. Well, if nothing he went through finished him, than this would for sure.
Stanly let out a grunt when he hit the ground, or, what was actually a soft, cushioned bean-bag chair like object. Not yet. Pain seared through his body as the sky he still stared at seemed to fade away and turn black into nothingness.
When next he opened his eyes he was in a large gray room. The walls looked like they had rusted, or maybe it was something else there? He sat on the ground, leaning on the wall. Around him he wore a straight jacket that he had named Robert. Robert was his friend. And he had to wear him all of the time. Everyone had deemed him "unstable". He knew where he was. Red Isle Institution for the Insane. Stanly stared blankly ahead of him at the adjacent wall. He wasn't allowed a roommate. Everything was so the same. He woke, the men would come with his food and give him whatever pills he needed. When he awoke again he had long hours to himself to stare of murmur or do whatever they thought he would do. Then one of the men would come in and take him out for the daily session of intermingling with the other inmates, as he called them. They thought that solitude would make their insanity worse. When they had their time he was brought back to his cell and again he was given food and more of those pills. When he awoke again he had until the next day for the cycle to repeat. Things seemed to move in fast motion now.
He blinked his eyes so naturally. In the split second his eyes closed her saw one again the sky of the unknown world, but obscuring his full view was, what looked like a giant squirrel staring down at him. He felt terrible and his back ached terribly. When his eyes opened again he saw before him two people. One a woman, the other a man. The woman, Suzanne Fiona Shelly, was his psychologist. The man, Derth Teeter Faschnat, was his psychiatrist. The two of them were his primary overseers.
"Hello Mister Guadair," said Suzanne in her nicest voice. "How are you today?" Stanly stared up at her, saying nothing. She called him... Mister Guadair. He was so unused to being called by that name. It was almost like something had changed.
"Odd," he answered, with nothing else to add to his comment. Suzanne and Derth passed a glance before looking back at him with those oddly happy eyes. He couldn't see their expressions, their mouths were hidden behind Surgical Masks, their eyes behind glasses. They even wore gloves and that outfit doctors wear with the hat. It was like they were prepped for surgery. It's was like they were trying to protect themselves from some disease he had, but he had none. He could imagine smiles behind the masks they wore. But even as curious as it may have been, he didn't mind. They only wore it inside of his cell.
"Mister Guadair, how has your sleep been coming?" This time it was Derth who spoke. He thought about this time's odd dream. It seemed crazy. Was it a normal dream? He didn't know if there was a difference. So, he decided in his mind not to tell them, it would be better not to, after all. They'd only prescribe him more.
"It's been fine." Another bland answer, but good enough. The two of them, looming above him, seemed like they were up to something. They murmured to each other. They'd write something down he'd bet if they had a clipboard. He narrowed his eyes and peered at him. When Suzanne caught his stare he widened his eyes back normal. No need for them to inquire about that. She frantically whispered something to Derth. Maybe she thought he was losing his sight? It didn't matter. More things would be prescribed to put him to sleep.
"Miste-" Suzanne was cut off by a sudden rumbling and shaking of the ground. Her eyes were wide with bewilderment, as well as Derth's. Stanly as well was confused, but he continued to stare ahead. It was just an earthquake. He had no reason to be scared. But he thought about it again when the floor started to crack and pull themselves apart, separating him and the two doctors of mental health. Light, like that of a fire illuminated from the bottom, and as the ground still shook and the floor still split, something began to crawl from it, like a demon from Hell ready to drag him down to meet Lucifer. The fat fingers of some animal grabbed the edge of the ground as it tried to pull itself up, skin of orange. As it rose it revealed itself. It, this animal, showed it's angry face to him. It was a... giant orange hippo. Yes, a giant orange hippo from the depths of Hell. In it's mouth it held a bridle and the reins rose up to either side of it's head and ended in the hands of a creature. It was small, compared to the hippo, not looking like it should even fit up there. It sat on it's neck and stared down at him with cold looking eyes.
It reminded him of some kind of bipedal rabbit, not of the Bugs Bunny variety. It wasn't all too tall, it's feet pawed, but its hands fingered, everything in proportion, so it looked so natural. It's nose was characteristically triangular, and it's eyes were black ovals and unfeeling. A small horn stuck on its head. It was hard to describe. He could only show with a picture. But he had no camera, and he had no hands to hold it with. The pink-furred thing stared down at him as if to say something, but it was not it who spoke.
"Stanly!" Boomed the hippo in a commanding, threatening voice. It was loud enough to blow out his hearing. It's breath stank like most animal's did. He tried to look past the large thing to find the two doctors. He'd spotted them quickly. They'd run as close as they could, behind the open hole to the side of the hippo as the floor had stopped shaking. Their eyes were wide, and they stared right towards him. "Stanly!" It said again, and just as demanding. "The ones who pose as your friends will be the ones who bring you to death!" Stanly's eyes snapped back to the hippo. His friends? Who! What did he mean? "Do not turn your back on those who rouse the most suspicions. The ones who help you only want to hurt you!" Who!? Hurt him? Why!? He didn't understand why this was all happening. He was confused, he was afraid out of his mind. His heart beat so fast that the Flash couldn't keep in step.
"Don't listen, Stanly!" It was Suzanne and Derth. "You're only hallucinating!" Hallucinating? Then why did it feel so real? The rabbit on the neck of the beast looked towards them and scowled. It dropped the reins and dismounted off the beast, landing on its feet as if it had practiced many times. It walked towards him, fierceness in every stride. What would it do? Kill him there? The cries of Suzanne and Derth continued, but their words seemed to be blocked by this being. It grabbed Robert and used the poor thing to pull him closer until they were nose to nose.
"The voices you hear now," it said, it's voice more masculine than he had expected, "are the ones that will carry you into death."
Stanly awoke to immediate choking and sightlessness. His eyes stung and he had a sense that he was being enveloped by something, but what it was, he did not now. Soon enough though, the horrible sensations died down and after a minute of pathetic sputtering and with the awe inducing speed any natural brain had, he quickly realized that whatever was causing him such discomfort was less evil than he thought, for it was only water and that only his face, his neck, chest, and shoulders were wet, immediately ruling out the possibility of being stuck in river or another water formation. Instead the good man found that he was still laying in the bean bag chair (as he was going to satisfy himself by calling it such, though it was not) in the middle of the spacious city with the yellow ground and the pink buildings, and, as before, he sat under the green tinted sky that held the healing mist. The only difference from then and now was that he was wet and he now sat at a new angle--along with the green sky no longer being in his view, instead the base of a building with, what looked like giant squirrels (though on further inspection he realized they were robots, which gave him much of a fright); though these squirrels didn’t look very realistic, only ‘twas a crude copy. He stared at them, wide eyes, his heart beating as if behind it were a jack hammer assisting it in its one-man race. The squirrels (three in all) looked at him--curiously or not he couldn't tell for a robots face is permanently expressionless--as if they were just statues, their gaze almost looking through him, but the one closest that, by his angle, stood in the middle on the other two that were an amount of space away from it (one to the left, one to the right) that he couldn’t count due to his lack of intelligence to acutely estimate a distance from an elongated glance--though it may be better to say “observation.” The center squirrel then suddenly blinked, or did something in a blinding manner, and moved its head, as if tilting it, and looked at him like a dog would a man the first second he held out a treat. Then it looked back at its two companions who both seemed to nod before it turned its head back to Stanly, who was fretful that he was unable to speak, move, or even change his expression from one that was lame and tired and wet to one that was truly, truly, terrified.
“Welcome to Cyberspace!” said pudgy Center-Squirrel (who Stanly, without notice, started to debate whether to call Rodger) with a high-pitched robotic voice that made it sound as if the ss of the word were being intentionally echoed out. At this greeting Stanly’s face finally decided to wear a new suit. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth bent itself in a questionable way that portrayed confusion as to what Center-Squirrel had said, rather than reflecting also the events of this dreadful day.
“What?” He was barely able to ask in his state, but the question had come out, and without hesitation Center-Squirrel said again: Welcome to Cyberspace! Then, despite the fall his body had to endure but still survive (like a Pokemon with Sturdy), Stanly shot straight up, his eyes wide now, his face in the costume of shock and in such a way that it looked like it was constantly asking Center-Squirrel what it had said. Stanly stammered now. “I’m in Cyberspace?” He asked, his voice unable to stop trembling. Cyberspace! It was the only kind of place you saw in books or television or movies! You’d never think you would actually go and be that blown away character that figured it out. Would he be like so many others and find another person who’d come here? One that had been here for years, though their age unchanging? To his astonishment, Center-Squirrel giggled.
“No,” Center-Squirrel said, unable to control its little laughs, “it was a joke! Cyberspace. A little cliché, don’t you think?” This simple telling astonished him--as well as the fact that not only was his location a lie, but the fact that the previously robotic voice had changed to something more normal. So, he wasn’t in Cyberspace? He wasn’t stuck in some realm where he’d have to go on some journey through lava pools with the assistance of one or two others who have to stop the oppression of a higher being who wants to thwart their every attempt so he can return home and bring peace as he should as some sort of chosen one? He sighed in relief. He wouldn’t be subject to some kind of Spy Kids-Shark Boy and Lava Girl mix. He was safe and sane. Or was he? You could never be sure if you were sane. Then, Center-Squirrel said another thing that mixed his astonishment with anxiety. “But, if you really want to go,” Center-Squirrel said in a low voice, as if to keep a great secret from its companions LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel, “I could show you the fastest way there.” He quickly refused the offer, for it made him feel there was a secret evil behind it. Center-Squirrel asked if he was sure, and he replied positive.
“If I’m not in Cyberspace, then were am I?” Stanly asked, trying to figure out his location as well as take his mind off whatever Center-Squirrel had regarding said Cyberspace. Again, Center-Squirrel giggles in its robotic-squirrel way, almost as if he were cutely dense, like a child.
“You’re in Flora Ville! Silly Jester,” Center-Squirrel said then. Jester. Like a fool? Why would it call him such a thing? Maybe this would be his new name for the time he was in… Flora Ville--but Stanly couldn’t stop himself from thinking there was some underlined meaning to it. Fool. Intriguing. Center-Squirrel seems very happy in its introduction and to confirm it almost it threw out its small arms (for it had no hands, the fingers were just added to the end of the arm) in pure joy. LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel both felt the joy, for they made their own noises to show what happiness they had. And then LeftSquirrel joyfully suggested that they all show him around before reporting him. To this, Stanly became confused, but said nothing. The other two, Center-Squirrel and Right Squirrel agreed and he was soon lifted up onto his wobbly feet and taken about. As they went along passing buildings and Stanly began to take more control of his body and became more aware, Rodger pointed out the names of each such as the Flora Ville Store, the Flora Ville Pet Shop (though, without pets), the Flora Ville Hospital (surprisingly not fit for a robot), the Flora Ville Park, and such and so on. LeftSquirrel gave him some information about each, the most he gave about the local retailers when they passed the offices so he’d know where he can situate himself a home if he stayed, an easy venture since they were all free. He didn’t intend to stay. Right Squirrel said nothing, and Stanly was told it was because he had a problem with his “vocal cords” so he asked about it none.
A terrible thing Stanly saw was when he examined the buildings on the left of him and saw, on the sidewalk two other robot squirrels (there were many others in the town, but these were the most specific). The one on the right vibrated visibly while the other one watched. Suddenly an unseen hatch opened up in a square cut on the Squirrel’s torso. When the mechanism stopped it’s working, just like a crusher would throw out garbage, a thing that Stanly could distinguish easily bounced out, covered completely in oil. After moments of staring he realized that it was a robotic Squirrel, a small one. Rodger and his noticed it too, because when Stanly next looked at him he was facing the two.
“Congratulations on the baby!” Rodger yelled out towards them, LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel sharing Rodger’s sentiments. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Rodger asked Stanley. The poor man said Yes, but in his mind and stomach he could only scream No. The repulsion would be lost with him forever. It was hard to pull his eyes away, as things that are usually as disgusting as such are. When he finally managed and they walked well enough away, he asked them: Where am I? The three looked back at him as if he were crazy. “Flora Ville, hadn’t we already told you?” Rodger asked as if he’d truly forgotten, or was he just so great at mockery? Stanly shook his head at Rodger.
“No, not this town, but this whole place! This world!” Rodger looked back at both LeftSquirrel and Right Squirrel and then they all looked at Stanly. They all seemed to carry the imitation of a look of pure bafflement, as if they were so surprised that he didn’t know they what thought simple. Rodger looked back at his companions. Right Squirrel shrugged, as if to say: Well, he had fallen from the sky, and soon the matter was settled. “Well, Jester,”-Stanly cut him off to inform him of his actual name-“Well, Jester”-this shocked Stanly-“we live on a planet called Earth. Ever heard of it?”
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Re: SSC- I
by Member Tue Jul 20, 2010 4:14 am
It's not that long. D:
And it'll be more of a short story when I finish it. X3
And it'll be more of a short story when I finish it. X3
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Re: SSC- I
by LEN KAGAMINE Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:13 am
D: Your first entry is only five-three-one-eight words! You need a lot more words, Member-chan.
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Re: SSC- I
by Bumblebee~* Tue Jul 20, 2010 2:27 pm
I fell asleep while reading it... at around 5 - 6 AM, but I finished it now! :DD
I can't wait to see the rest. This story just gets randomer and randomer XD
I can't wait to see the rest. This story just gets randomer and randomer XD
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Re: SSC- I
by Naruto Tue Jul 20, 2010 9:17 pm
LOOKIT I FINALLY POSTED!
I crouched low in the underbrush, my ground-length white gown lying pure and untainted all around me. I was a demon. On human territory. I knew I was not supposed to be here. But he'd asked me to come. Again.
After looking both to my left then to my right, I stood up straight. Even then I could barely see over the tops of the tallest bushes. I let out a soft growl. Demons were not usually this wary. Not usually. But it was me, still a young demoness, who'd strayed into the human's domain. But I couldn't disobey him. Not ever.
Near instantly, my acute senses targeted him walking towards our meeting place, his distinct scent tickling my nose and making my heart leap. He came. I thought, almost relieved, as his pale face poked out from the undergrowth. The thick tangle of dark red hair that he carried was unusual for humans, as was his cerulean blue eyes. But that only increased the sense of fascination I had with him. Why this simple, weak creature would choose to call out to me was unknown. "Hello," My voice was like liquid starlight. As was all demons.
Even though this was not the first time he'd heard my voice, his eyes still grew wide with awe. "You came," he said, his voice soft. Just as my voice was light and musical, his was young and slightly rough. Like a musical melody of it's own.
"But of course." I strode forwards, meeting him in the center of the clearing in a warm embrace. We'd been meeting like this for some time now, behind our respective species' backs. I'd grown to like this mortal quite a bit. By now he could call me through thoughts, as I to him, and we could meet in secret like this.
Of course, I had to be wary. Many of my own kind were after me, as I was the heiress to the Demon Throne. They yearned to kidnap me and drink my dying blood, hoping for immortality. Some humans were even foolish enough to believe that it would only work with demon royalty. It almost made me want to laugh.
He pulled away, his eyes shining. "Come, I have something to show you," he said quickly, his voice anxious. I blinked. Why was he like that, instead of excited? Hm. Oh well.
I eagerly followed him through the forest, my steps quick and light and soundless compared to his noisy stumbling. But I loved all those foolish antics that only a human would do.
He went on ahead, disappearing through the trees. I followed, again, eagerly. But something wasn't right. I could smell scents other than his. I could taste the malicious intent on the air. Just as he came back in sight, he turned around, a wicked grin on his face. I frowned. "What-" I was cut off as two other human leaped out from the bushes, restraining me by grabbing my arms and pulling tightly. I cried out in alarm, looking towards him with hope in my eyes. He held a blade, several inches long, that was pointed at me. It's handle was carved from ash, intricate patterns on it. Looking closely I saw a large skull on it. My heart leaped. Was he going to turn on his own kind to save me?
It was just the opposite. I felt a pressure in my chest as he rushed forwards, and I looked down. The skull was staring me in the eyes, from right above the place my heart was. My throat suddenly felt constricted, and I opened my mouth to inhale a sharp gulp of air. Blood gushed from my mouth, staining the pure white fabric of my dress. Just the same, blood clotted around the wound on my heart, feeling sticky and warm. I looked up, my hazel eyes huge with shock.
His face stared back at me, calm and cool. "You knew it would happen. My king has given me strict orders to kill you, and take your blood back to him for immortality." It was like his voice droned on, lazy and sickening in my mind. I could feel my life slipping away, could see the dull gray spots that started to cloud my vision. I barely heard my own voice, barely recognized it. It was so twisted with agony and betrayal. "But I love you!" I blurted.
He looked as shocked as I felt. One of the humans on my side grunted, and I felt another blade piece my side. More blood spilled from my mouth in an ugly gagging sound, and I was released. I crumpled to the ground, the lack of blood in my veins making me paler than any of the humans there as I gasped for breath, desperate to grab an instance more of life. I still wanted to live, I still wanted to breathe. I still wanted to laugh and roll on grass that kissed at my skin in the meadows of this land. I still wanted to see him, to love him, to cherish his frail life as if it were my own.
Without my consent my eyes began to close, my body shutting down.
"You love me?" My eyes fluttered open at his shocked words. I looked up, lifting my head to see his face, so close to mine. "Even after all I've done to you?" he whispered. I didn't reply, only letting my head sink back to the ground. My body jerked, and I felt an overwhelming sense of peace overtake me as my soul left this earth.
The last thing I saw was a red-headed man's tears splash down on a girl's pale skin, the white dress splayed around her like a rose's petals, protecting her, caressing her, as the blood flowed out of two wounds and sentenced her to death.
--
My eyes flew open, and I sat up. I was in my room. In my bed. But... I couldn't shake the feeling I'd been somewhere different. It felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest... That dream was weird. But it was always weird. That was the fifth time I've had that dream since Jasper died. Which was several months ago.
I sighed and pressed my hand to my head. "Who were they?" I whispered, confused. Both of them... Who were they? It puzzled me to no end. The girl, she was a demon, so it must have been before demons became 'Inner Demons'. And I was seeing it through her eyes. That much I knew. And the man... Actually, he didn't look older than fifteen. The boy looked just like Jasper. Only, unbelievably, he was more beautiful. I never thought I'd see someone who could even rival Jasp, much less surpass him.
I shook my head to clear away the memories, feeling them prick viciously at my heart. I hadn't come to terms with my best friend's death. And then reanimation. Yeah. My life was so great, that Jasper came back from the dead as a demon just to kill me. And drink my blood. And become immortal. Yep. So frickin' great.
With an aggravated groan, I pushed myself out of the bed, wincing at the stiffness of my muscles. My mind flashed back to the ash-carved knife, how it glinted so cruelly in the cold light... My hand instinctively went down, pushing just underneath my dark purple tank top to touch a pale cream-colored scar there. It was long, diagonal. And deep. I could still feel the pain, white hot, that streaked through my body as the blade cut into me, drawing blood. I blinked, clearing the feeling away. That's the past...
I started towards my closet, a loud yawn erupting from my lips. Jeez. At least it wasn't a school day... But that dream had woken me early. My eyes cut to the green-and-tan digital clock beside my cluttered nightstand. The red glowing letters mockingly spelled 9:30 AM.
I growled and beat my fist against the side of the closet door. The resulting crack made me scowl. Dang it! I'd broken that door again. Sometimes having super-human strength sucked. Majorly. With an exasperated sigh I opened the by-now mangled door and let my gaze roam over my poor selection of clothes.
After a minute I just grabbed a black t-shirt and some jean-shorts, stalking over to my bathroom and getting dressed quickly. After I'd brushed the ever-present tangles from my hair, I stared at the mirror. Not exactly liking what I saw.
My face was pale, deep purple rings under my eyes from lack of sleep. My eyes, their usual hazel, were dull and lifeless. My hair just fell in dark brown waves down to my shoulders, my bangs folded to the side over my left eye. Heh, at least my eyes weren't turning red yet. At least I wasn't fully a demon. Yet.
Jasper-or Jasper's demon-had told me that it was only a matter of time until I merged with Raia, becoming a full-blooded demon. Our souls, so closely entwined, would be forced to battle. Either my soul would win, and I would remain human (Highly unlikely), and Raia's soul would die and wither, or vice versa. I gulped. If Raia's soul won, then he would take over my body, turning me into a demon....
My violent Inner Demon would make sure to wreak as much havoc and chaos as he could, as he was unable to in my body, with me in control. If he had control... I shuddered at the thought. Blood would flow down the streets of Midland, North Carolina, my hometown, like rivers. The animals and people here would all be dead. No life would survive.
Once a demon was released into a mortal body, it's powers were considerably weakened. But that was only in it's infant stage, the "Inner Demon" stage. If it was fully grown, it could destroy buildings with merely a roar, a flick of it's hand. Plus, Raia was a rare "Chaos Demon", a breed that was designed to be biological weapons. Yes, designed. After the first few killed off many of the demon higher-ups, the project was discontinued. The destruction of all Chaos Demons was ordered. There are only two that I know of.
My heart tightened. Jasper's demon had been a Chaos Demon. It had powers beyond my imagination. And it was still out there. You see, I couldn't kill it. I was confused and Raia took over, fighting it off for me. But I couldn't do anything about it.
If he kills someone it'll be my fault, I thought with a pang of grief.
--END FOR NOW--
Longing of The Soul
I crouched low in the underbrush, my ground-length white gown lying pure and untainted all around me. I was a demon. On human territory. I knew I was not supposed to be here. But he'd asked me to come. Again.
After looking both to my left then to my right, I stood up straight. Even then I could barely see over the tops of the tallest bushes. I let out a soft growl. Demons were not usually this wary. Not usually. But it was me, still a young demoness, who'd strayed into the human's domain. But I couldn't disobey him. Not ever.
Near instantly, my acute senses targeted him walking towards our meeting place, his distinct scent tickling my nose and making my heart leap. He came. I thought, almost relieved, as his pale face poked out from the undergrowth. The thick tangle of dark red hair that he carried was unusual for humans, as was his cerulean blue eyes. But that only increased the sense of fascination I had with him. Why this simple, weak creature would choose to call out to me was unknown. "Hello," My voice was like liquid starlight. As was all demons.
Even though this was not the first time he'd heard my voice, his eyes still grew wide with awe. "You came," he said, his voice soft. Just as my voice was light and musical, his was young and slightly rough. Like a musical melody of it's own.
"But of course." I strode forwards, meeting him in the center of the clearing in a warm embrace. We'd been meeting like this for some time now, behind our respective species' backs. I'd grown to like this mortal quite a bit. By now he could call me through thoughts, as I to him, and we could meet in secret like this.
Of course, I had to be wary. Many of my own kind were after me, as I was the heiress to the Demon Throne. They yearned to kidnap me and drink my dying blood, hoping for immortality. Some humans were even foolish enough to believe that it would only work with demon royalty. It almost made me want to laugh.
He pulled away, his eyes shining. "Come, I have something to show you," he said quickly, his voice anxious. I blinked. Why was he like that, instead of excited? Hm. Oh well.
I eagerly followed him through the forest, my steps quick and light and soundless compared to his noisy stumbling. But I loved all those foolish antics that only a human would do.
He went on ahead, disappearing through the trees. I followed, again, eagerly. But something wasn't right. I could smell scents other than his. I could taste the malicious intent on the air. Just as he came back in sight, he turned around, a wicked grin on his face. I frowned. "What-" I was cut off as two other human leaped out from the bushes, restraining me by grabbing my arms and pulling tightly. I cried out in alarm, looking towards him with hope in my eyes. He held a blade, several inches long, that was pointed at me. It's handle was carved from ash, intricate patterns on it. Looking closely I saw a large skull on it. My heart leaped. Was he going to turn on his own kind to save me?
It was just the opposite. I felt a pressure in my chest as he rushed forwards, and I looked down. The skull was staring me in the eyes, from right above the place my heart was. My throat suddenly felt constricted, and I opened my mouth to inhale a sharp gulp of air. Blood gushed from my mouth, staining the pure white fabric of my dress. Just the same, blood clotted around the wound on my heart, feeling sticky and warm. I looked up, my hazel eyes huge with shock.
His face stared back at me, calm and cool. "You knew it would happen. My king has given me strict orders to kill you, and take your blood back to him for immortality." It was like his voice droned on, lazy and sickening in my mind. I could feel my life slipping away, could see the dull gray spots that started to cloud my vision. I barely heard my own voice, barely recognized it. It was so twisted with agony and betrayal. "But I love you!" I blurted.
He looked as shocked as I felt. One of the humans on my side grunted, and I felt another blade piece my side. More blood spilled from my mouth in an ugly gagging sound, and I was released. I crumpled to the ground, the lack of blood in my veins making me paler than any of the humans there as I gasped for breath, desperate to grab an instance more of life. I still wanted to live, I still wanted to breathe. I still wanted to laugh and roll on grass that kissed at my skin in the meadows of this land. I still wanted to see him, to love him, to cherish his frail life as if it were my own.
Without my consent my eyes began to close, my body shutting down.
"You love me?" My eyes fluttered open at his shocked words. I looked up, lifting my head to see his face, so close to mine. "Even after all I've done to you?" he whispered. I didn't reply, only letting my head sink back to the ground. My body jerked, and I felt an overwhelming sense of peace overtake me as my soul left this earth.
The last thing I saw was a red-headed man's tears splash down on a girl's pale skin, the white dress splayed around her like a rose's petals, protecting her, caressing her, as the blood flowed out of two wounds and sentenced her to death.
--
My eyes flew open, and I sat up. I was in my room. In my bed. But... I couldn't shake the feeling I'd been somewhere different. It felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest... That dream was weird. But it was always weird. That was the fifth time I've had that dream since Jasper died. Which was several months ago.
I sighed and pressed my hand to my head. "Who were they?" I whispered, confused. Both of them... Who were they? It puzzled me to no end. The girl, she was a demon, so it must have been before demons became 'Inner Demons'. And I was seeing it through her eyes. That much I knew. And the man... Actually, he didn't look older than fifteen. The boy looked just like Jasper. Only, unbelievably, he was more beautiful. I never thought I'd see someone who could even rival Jasp, much less surpass him.
I shook my head to clear away the memories, feeling them prick viciously at my heart. I hadn't come to terms with my best friend's death. And then reanimation. Yeah. My life was so great, that Jasper came back from the dead as a demon just to kill me. And drink my blood. And become immortal. Yep. So frickin' great.
With an aggravated groan, I pushed myself out of the bed, wincing at the stiffness of my muscles. My mind flashed back to the ash-carved knife, how it glinted so cruelly in the cold light... My hand instinctively went down, pushing just underneath my dark purple tank top to touch a pale cream-colored scar there. It was long, diagonal. And deep. I could still feel the pain, white hot, that streaked through my body as the blade cut into me, drawing blood. I blinked, clearing the feeling away. That's the past...
I started towards my closet, a loud yawn erupting from my lips. Jeez. At least it wasn't a school day... But that dream had woken me early. My eyes cut to the green-and-tan digital clock beside my cluttered nightstand. The red glowing letters mockingly spelled 9:30 AM.
I growled and beat my fist against the side of the closet door. The resulting crack made me scowl. Dang it! I'd broken that door again. Sometimes having super-human strength sucked. Majorly. With an exasperated sigh I opened the by-now mangled door and let my gaze roam over my poor selection of clothes.
After a minute I just grabbed a black t-shirt and some jean-shorts, stalking over to my bathroom and getting dressed quickly. After I'd brushed the ever-present tangles from my hair, I stared at the mirror. Not exactly liking what I saw.
My face was pale, deep purple rings under my eyes from lack of sleep. My eyes, their usual hazel, were dull and lifeless. My hair just fell in dark brown waves down to my shoulders, my bangs folded to the side over my left eye. Heh, at least my eyes weren't turning red yet. At least I wasn't fully a demon. Yet.
Jasper-or Jasper's demon-had told me that it was only a matter of time until I merged with Raia, becoming a full-blooded demon. Our souls, so closely entwined, would be forced to battle. Either my soul would win, and I would remain human (Highly unlikely), and Raia's soul would die and wither, or vice versa. I gulped. If Raia's soul won, then he would take over my body, turning me into a demon....
My violent Inner Demon would make sure to wreak as much havoc and chaos as he could, as he was unable to in my body, with me in control. If he had control... I shuddered at the thought. Blood would flow down the streets of Midland, North Carolina, my hometown, like rivers. The animals and people here would all be dead. No life would survive.
Once a demon was released into a mortal body, it's powers were considerably weakened. But that was only in it's infant stage, the "Inner Demon" stage. If it was fully grown, it could destroy buildings with merely a roar, a flick of it's hand. Plus, Raia was a rare "Chaos Demon", a breed that was designed to be biological weapons. Yes, designed. After the first few killed off many of the demon higher-ups, the project was discontinued. The destruction of all Chaos Demons was ordered. There are only two that I know of.
My heart tightened. Jasper's demon had been a Chaos Demon. It had powers beyond my imagination. And it was still out there. You see, I couldn't kill it. I was confused and Raia took over, fighting it off for me. But I couldn't do anything about it.
If he kills someone it'll be my fault, I thought with a pang of grief.
--END FOR NOW--
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