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| A Product of Depression | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2014, 02:40 PM (231 Views) | |
| Sir Slithers | Jun 5 2014, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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"I find you humans interesting... Even though you are a worthless, greedy lot..." The angel frowns and glares at the ground, millions of clay humans dancing and shouting and arguing. "How annoying that sound is..." The Angel's face twists into that of a horrific monster and, with a wave of his gloved hand, extinguishes the life of two men. "Fools... What fascinations there are on this planet..." Others surround the coffins formed of their deceased, clay bodies, seeming to grieve. "Strange mortals, with curious customs." The clay puppets sob for their lost and the Angel's face twists further, painted red with the blood of many. "We'll have a storm now. And an earthquake, if you like." He lifts his small giant hand once more. Then, as the palm fell, a ferocious bolt of lightning struck the world beneath the Angel and it cracked. Millions fell to its deadly light, but many survived, only to fall to the fissures and the wildfires and the avalanches and the landslides and tsunamis. Great kingdoms collapsed under the mighty shadow of the Angel's frown. Old Kings begged and cursed the heavens above them, only to be scattered across their lands like the commoners. Parents screamed as their young were trampled into bloody carpets in the discord, allowing their bodies to be swallowed by the gaping sink-holes. And, as fast as it all started, life had ended when the coffin of the first dead dropped into the void as the fissures closed. Soon, there would be no evidence of the creature's existences. The Angel's mask, in the shape of a skull, spoke to no one, for he was alone once more. "Never mind them. They are of no value. We can make more, sometime. If we need them." The land the Angel stood upon melted away and soon enough... So did he. But, not before leaving words of wasted wisdom that fell on no ears. "Life is a vision... Nothing exists, save empty space and you... And you... Are but a thought." And with that. Nothing. ~I don't know what this is.~ |
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