They are not all stories attempted during the part, poems have not been included and the character instrocution was written during this part aswell. Only these stories are ever completed.
Jan 30th
Their once was a man who loved to drink red soda, his name was albert _____. He had fallen in love with red soda when he was thirteen. At the lake Albert had met a young girl with pink ribbons in her hair. The girl had visited many countries and said her favorite place was amsterdam, because you could buy red soda. The girl had brought some back with her and they both drank a bunch.
After drinking the soda, Albert felt the entire universe at his finger tips. He felt like a god. Albert felt as if he could create universes and control the one he lived in. He sent himself to its center and from there he created a great planet filled with everything he could imagine.
But soon enough the power of the red soda vanished and Albert felt himself return to the earth. He was laying on the floor naked with a small cut in his right arm. The empty bottle lay empty and shattered next to him. Albert got up and looked around. He was in a dark forest.
The girl with pigtails and pink ribbons was gone. Where had she gone asked himself. Albert wandered the woods for hours, he was lost and confused. With everystep Albert craved the red soda even more. After three days and three nights, Albert died from dehydration. Months and then years passed, no one ever found his body.
The pill you should never take
I was sitting on a blue couch in a small extra room my parents never went into. They were always busy doing their own thing upstairs. Father was always working on projects for work in his office, and mom was usually watching some strange reality show in the living room. No one would be bothering me for a while.
I’d always been somewhat of a risk taker and I loved experimenting with drugs. A strange homeless person approached me and offered me an odd looking red pill, with strange symbols engraved on it. He told me I would experience something sublime and great. I just had to try it.
I popped the pill in my mouth and sat waiting. Nothing happened. I looked around somewhat upset when suddenly my eyes turned inwards. I found myself staring at the most disturbing creature I’d ever seen.
It looked like me except was covered in fur. Its face looked very much like that of an animal with sharp teeth protruding from a long snout. It nails were long and sharp and It eyes were a dark ebony brown. It stared at me while it ate a large plate of meat and various vegetables.
He began to speak:
“Hello there, how are you? You must be very afraid and confused right now.”
“What are you” I said? The creature was right. I was afraid.
I am you, I am the center of yourself. I know the truth. I also know you’re not going to like what I am going to teach you today. So take a seat and get ready. Responded the monster.
“You’re not real, this is just that pill I took.”
“I said sit the fuck down.” Said the beast.
A chair came flying from somewhere and rushed into me, forcing me to sit and stare at the creature.
“Now that that’s done, I hate to break it to you boy, but I am real. The pill just allowed me to talk to you.”
“Tell me boy, what exactly are you?”
“I am a human, what are you?”
The beast sighed and said:
“I already told you, I am you and I am also an animal. Just like you.”
“Yeah sure, you’re definitely an animal, with all that fur. But I’m not an animal, I’m better than that. I’m human.”
“But that’s one of the things you’re wrong about. You’re not special, you’re not any different than a bird or an ant. Your body isn’t very different, it’s just a bunch of atoms arranged to look like a person. Those same atoms could just as easily be a rock or tree.”
“Yeah I know that, I learned it all in elementary.”
“Yes but you missed the horror of that truth. Tell me, is there a reason a rock needs to exist?”
“No, but I’m not a rock. I can think.”
“What about that makes you special? Your brain just happens to be better at thinking, just like a fish’s tail helps it swim. It’s just another example of evolution. It turned a somewhat fragile creature with barely any defences into a creature with vast intellect. At the end of the day you still act like an animal. Needing to eat, drink water and fuck like a dog. The grand and wondrous country you live in is just a massive herd of animals. The leaders and all are just silly alpha dogs barking at all the other dogs telling them what to do and what to believe.”
“Oh god, Stop, Your scaring me. I don’t want to know”
“And when you die, you’ll be lost in oblivion. The land of non-existence. You won’t be able to hear, see, feel, smell or touch anything. But you also won’t even be able to think or even be aware. Like the space between reality and your dreams. In a place that doesn’t exist. Because you won’t exist either.”
I started to cry.
“Accept it, there isn’t any reason for you to be alive. There isn’t anything planned out for you. It also doesn’t matter how good or bad you are. In the end you just die and your presence in the world fades away. Even if you are remembered, time will make them forget. Why do you even need to be alive? Your existence is absurd and tragic. Why not end it now before you grow old and die. Shitting and pissing your pants, while your family watches in horror. It would spare a lot of the torture.”
My eyes suddenly turned back around and I found myself back in my house. The creature was right. My life was absurd. Why should I continue living? I got up off my couch and walked out of the room and then out of my house. I walked to the edge of my property. Jumped over the fence and walked into the woods until I found the train tracks. Then I laid down and waited. I cried for what felt like hours. But I eventually started to laugh at how cruel the world really was and how stupid I had been for not realizing sooner. I could feel the train tracks begin to vibrate. Then I saw the train turn around the corner, barring towards me. There was a very sharp pain and then nothing.
The machine of wine and heroin
The sunlight seeping through my window woke me up, I felt like today was going to go well. It was my first day of grade 12 after all. My boyfriend Jeremy and I owned a small apartment near the high school. I turned around to face him, instead I found myself staring at an empty bottle of wine. It hit me hard like it did every morning, I remembered Jeremy had died a few weeks ago. I hated that memory, it ruined every day for me. We used to do everything together and now I just couldn't accept his death. We were looking forward to this last year with bittersweet excitement, it was meant to be our last year together. If only he hadn't died. Some days I didn't even want to leave my bed. Wishing I could remain in the much happier world of my dreams.Today however, I had to go to school. So I got out of bed, accidentally knocking the bottle of wine to the floor in the process. It shattered sending pieces of glass flying everywhere and cutting my feet. At the same time, the hangover kicked in and I felt like throwing up. I got up quickly and ran towards the bathroom, my foot hurt as it bled the whole way, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I threw up in the toilet, barely making it in time. I had assumed this day was going to be good, I was so wrong.
My head was pounding and I felt gross. I grabbed my backpack, which I had packed with school supplies and a lunch the night before. Looking at my watch I realized I was going to be late for first period if I didn't leave immediately. I was hungry and hungover, but school was far more important than breakfast. I would just eat at lunch time in a few hours. I left my home and took the shortcut through a wooded area nearby. Coming out of the forest, I walked down Albert road towards EdwinAlexander high school. My body feeling ill the entire way.
As I walked down the suburban road, I was reminded once more of my dear Jeremy. We had always walked to school together in grade 10 and 11. But now he was dead. If only we hadn’t gone with him that night*. It was late and I was tired, but Jeremy had insisted that we go for a walk because it was such a nice evening. We walked around a large woodland park near our home. He had been right, the sky was clear and we could see thousands of stars sparkling in the sky. But then, Jeremy seemed to have noticed something in the woods. He told me to wait while he went to deal with something. Then he walked into a more forested part of the park. I wanted to go after him, but he had just ditched me and our little walk so I decided to go home instead. I waited for him to return for more than an hour. Too afraid to go look for him out of fear of what I might find, I called the police. * I don't want to change this sentence even though its incorrectly written. After three hours of searching, they found him hung by a noose on a tree. His eyes gouged out. I later learned Jeremy had gotten himself into heroin, he kept it a secret from me. He owed money to his dealer, who had gone looking for him that night. Jeremy spotted him, and his will to keep it a secret drove him to go alone. Jeremy couldn’t pay him back, so the monster decided to kill him instead. If I had followed him, Jeremy would be talking to me today. Because I happened to have enough money in my purse to pay his dealer back. I blamed myself for his murder. The two weeks after his death are a blur to me. I was drunk for most of it.
Because I felt too guilty to stay sober. As the days went by, I just kept crying and even pretending to talk to him like he was still there. My life had been turned upside down and I was utterly depressed. Things are still just as bad, but at least I'm not drunk anymore.
I finally reached Edwin-Alexandre High school. I took a deep breath and walked in. I knew people were going to ask if I was okay and that was probably going to make me cry. I walked upstairs and nearly ran into Michael , a friend I've known since elementary. He looked shocked to see me as he said:
“Ella, I haven't seen you in months, what happened?”
What kind of cruel joke was he playing on me. He knew Jeremy had died this summer, it was all over the news, yet he never bothered to get a hold of me. Some friend he was, acting like he didn’t know what had happened to me. This angered me, I wanted to slap him and start crying, but I didn’t want too cause a scene so I just walked past Michael and into my class.
There were already quite a few students there. I’d lost touch with most of them because I spent all my time with Jeremy. So I had no one to talk to and ended sitting at the back of class alone. Then some of the kids came up to me. I hadn’t met them before:
“Ella, how are you. Where have you been these last couple of weeks, we’ve missed you.” Said one of them.
Again with the stupid cruel questions. What had gotten into them all. Did none of them watch the news? Or maybe they were just making fun of me. How dare they. I started to tear up. Then Michael walked into class and came up to me:
“Hey, are you okay? You look like your in bad shape.”
That was it, I wasn’t going to sit and let these people mock me. I stood up and stared straight into Michael’s eyes and screamed:
“Of course I’m in fucking bad shape. How dare you pretend to not know Jeremy died. You were always so jealous of him weren’t you Michael. Cause I was spending more time with him then you. And you got all your friends to join in and make fun me too. You disgust me. Don’t ever talk to me again.”
Then I walked out of the room, waving my middle figure in the air. The last thing I heard was Michael saying:
“Who the hell is Jeremy?”
His friends and him were probably laughing about his last little joke as I went outside. I was so pissed off and angry at them. I decided I wanted to go home, maybe have a nap and forget about this whole day. So I headed that way.
As I crossed through the woods back towards my house , everything seemed subtlety different all of a sudden. Not in any identifiable form , yet it just felt changed in some odd way. I walked out of the woods expecting to see my apartment building, instead I saw an over pass. I could hear cars driving across the road. My jaw dropped in shock, what I was seeing was unbelievable. Below the over pass, in its shadow was an old mattress. Surrounding it we’re pieces of broken glass from a wine bottle. Following a trail of blood, I could see a pile of vomit and shit. It’s terrible scent sometimes finding its way to my nose. Everything was so similar, yet so different, it was so bizarre. My mind was completely shattered in extraordinary and sublime majesty. What the hell had just happened.
I sat there for a while, thinking about it. Yet, I could find no explanation. I wasn’t dreaming, I pinched myself to make sure. I thought that perhaps the alcohol did it. That I now found myself in some strange coma. But it all just made no honest sense. I thought about crying, but what good would that do. I mean, I'm stuck here now. I can’t sit here and cry, it won’t accomplish anything. Cause its stupid. I’ll have to think about it on the go.
My stomach growled, I remembered I was hungry. I opened my bag , expecting to find my lunch. Instead, I found old clothing, a spoon stained with something, a lighter, to small baggies with a beige powder and a needle. Holy fuck, I had heroin in my backpack. I turned my backpack upside down and dumped all of it out. Then I stomped on all the things that reminded me of Jeremy.
Its only after I stopped that I thought of it. Was Jeremy even real? Holy fuck, this conundrum was deep. Which world was reality, the one with Jeremy or the new fucked up place I found myself in.
I couldn’t stay here, I had no food and shit just seemed so surreal. I decided to head back in the direction of my school, I wasn’t expecting much though. Everything here had changed, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the world had changed entirely. It definitely had, a city instead of a town. Yet it was all too familiar. Like the models had all been swapped but the whole structure stayed the same. It was definitely odd. But with all the strange things going on I wasn’t very surprised.
Doing the same walk I did every morning to go to school. I arrived at some sort of social aid facility called Edwin & Alexander’s Diner. I walked in and approached a lady sitting by an entrance into a dining hall, they’re were many familiar faces among the people eating. The lady looked just like my school secretary. She smiled and said:
“Ella , you came back for lunch. Do you have a dollar?”
“No I don’t, but please could I have something to eat. I’m really hungry.” I answered.
She smiled again and said:
“Thats fine, just try your best to have a dollar next time.”
Then she directed me to sit down at one of the tables. Shortly thereafter, a women who looked just like one of the cafeteria lady's came up to my table and placed a delicious looking bowl of soup and a sandwich in front of me. The food was tasty and the people serving me made sure I was comfortable. It helped me think about my predicament in a calm way.
Michael suddenly sat down next to me, he looked older and dirty, but it was definitely him. To my own surprise, I suddenly hugged him and started crying. He was stiff for a moment but then he relaxed. I took a couple breaths and said:
“I’m sorry about this morning, I really am. Something is wrong with me. Everything has changed.”
“What do you mean?” asked Michael.
“I mean, this morning I was a teenage girl on her first day of grade 12, weeks after my boyfriend died. And now I have nothing.” I answered.
Michael looked puzzled and worried, he said:
“Ella, no offense or anything but you haven’t been a teenager for a long time. I’ve known you for at least 20 years now. Since that rainy day I met you on the street. Before this little diner even existed.”
Was he telling me the truth. I had to find out for myself. I excused myself and went to the washroom. Then I looked in the mirror. I looked much older than a teenager, my skin was wrinkly and dry. I looked tired and unwashed. It was true wasn’t it. I’m not a teenager, I’m some crazy old hobo named Ella. I couldn’t remember ever being one before. But it actually kinda made sense in a fucked up way. I started to cry, just balled my eyes out. This sucked ass.
For a few months after that day, I slowly came to terms with this new information. I tried going into denial, but that didn’t work at all. Eventually I decided to climb out of my shitty life. Into one that was a bit better. I now worked at a grocery store and had made enough money to get a small apartment. I didn’t own much, but it was awfully good to have a roof over my head. One day however, I came home late after a long shift, and noticed something that I had never noticed before. My apartment looked just like the one in my false reality. And I happened to arrange it in the same way as well. I was tired and I felt a strange and familiar feeling. I went to bed and had the most wonderful dreams.
When I awoke, I found Jeremy laying next to me. I screamed like a little girl and jumped the hell out of bed. My terror woke him up and he came up to me. Hoping to calm me down. He said:
“Ella, Babe, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”
Holy fuck. Why in gods damn name did this have to happen again. And it had to bring Jeremy back of all things. I was both afraid but also somewhat relieved. Jeremy was alive and well. I took a deep breath. And told him about everything that had happened. Afterwords , he looked at me, smiled then kissed me. Then he said:
“Babe, It was just a dream. I didn’t die, I’m here with you and I always will be.”
“You sure you don’t do heroin?” I asked.
Jeremy laughed and said:
“Of coarse not babe. Now come on, we have to go to school tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep it’s like 2:30 in the morning.”
We didn’t sleep right away though, we made love first. It was the greatest night of my life. And it didn’t stop there. After high-school we went separate ways for a few years. Until one day we ran into each other at bar and our relationship picked up where it had left off. For ten years we lived together, and one day I even became pregnant with his child. He was so happy, and I was happy. I was having an incredible life. But then, It all changed again.
I was a prostitute now and Jeremy was my pimp. He kept me in his apartment and brought strange men over to sex with me. Then he took all the money. If I fought it he would beat me until I bled. I learned to do what he wanted pretty frickin quickly. But the worse part was, he forced me to have our child aborted. Jeremy had changed completely, going from a caring and loving boyfriend who protected me, but was still his own individual. He was brave and strong. But now he was like a twisted reflection of himself. Greedy and abusive. He was now a sex addict and he did heroin. He was violent and unpredictable. I was terrified of him. This was far worse of a torture than anything I had experienced so far.
Eventually, I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I didn’t want to wait for things to change again. This life was torture and suffering. I decided I was going to end it all. I stole one of Jeremy’s wines and drank it completely. Then, I ejected heroin into myself. I knew it would kill me. And I knew It probably wouldn’t be that bad of a way to go. I was right, I felt incredible. The euphoria was ecstatic and orgasmic. I experienced the most amazing pleasure I’d ever had. I moaned in joy as my heart stopped.
ExtraLife.v2.beta program thought experience report #1795 finished:
Initiating WakeUp process…
WakeUp process complete.
Mr.Macenate was sitting across the table from me. We found ourselves in a small extra room in his new facility. He smiled and said:
“So, Miss Ella Deloria, how did you feel about your little experience.”
I laughed, wasn't I the one who was supposed to be asking the questions. I humoured him anyways however and said:
“Well the experience was rather terrifying to be honest, I mean with all the horrible things that happened to me I’ll have to say I didn’t have much fun. But I learned a great deal, I feel that I’ve gained some knowledge and empathy on people who are less fortunate then I. The technology is amazing. I can definitely see the potential.”
Mr.Macenate nodded and said:
“Yes, we are still having some difficulty controlling the experience. The program isn’t stable enough yet for some people, but it works. We’re already working on how to fix that pesky bug that causes things to change.”
“Mr.Macenate, I noticed that heroin and alcohol were very present in the experience. Is there a reason for that?” I asked.
“Because the program is sometimes unstable, the world the ExtraLife program creates has a tendency to change dramatically. As you experienced, this change can be very traumatic. We decided that if an individual cannot take the programs unstable world anymore, they should have a way for them to escape it. And since the only way to leave the program is death. We needed a comfortable and convenient way to accomplish that. However, we do plan to remove or minimize this feature’s presence once the program has been made more stable.” He answered.
I continued:
“Although the technology is still in development, you say it is open for public use correct?”
“Yes, the unstable world bug only occurs in about 40% of the people who use our machine. With more people using it, it is easier for us to uncover the problem.” He answered.
I smiled, this technology. ExtraLife was revolutionary advancement. I continued with my questions:
“For the listeners, do you mind telling them how the procedure generally goes?”
“Not at all” he answered.” Once a date has been scheduled and the 80$ fee is paid, you will be invited to the facility. You will be given a selection of experiences to pick from. Keeping in mind that the experience may change unexpectedly. Once one is chosen you will be led into the sensory deprivation chamber and hooked up to a set of electrodes. After approximately fifteen minutes the experience will begin and will only last for about 15 minutes real time. The experience itself however, can feel like years.”
“This is so interesting, Mr.Macenate, what exactly are you doing to make this happen. I mean is it magic or what?” I asked, half kidding.
The creator laughed, the said:
“It’s not magic at all, it’s science. We are simply stimulating specific neurons in your brain. Your brain is doing all the work.”
“That’s incredible, It was certainly a pleasure to have met with you Mr.Macenate. I hope your team manages to fix that bug, because I will definitely be coming back for another ExtraLife sometime soon. And I`m sure many more people will be interested once this little inside scoop is done and on the air. Once again it was a pleasure.” I finished.
“You too.” Said Mr.Macenate as he got up and prepared to return to work. I began packing my stuff up and getting ready to leave as well. The interview had gone well and I was almost done my report. I had a long drive to do before I made it back to 7-Sin News Headquarters but I was excited, this piece of revolutionary technology was going to change the world. _____________________________________________________________________________
Ella Deloria was one of the first victims to the now infamous ExtraLife program. The Individuals who experienced unstable worlds during the procedure received slight but benign brain damage. However, the simulated heroin experience created a real heroin addiction to the program. The continued use of the program by the now addicted people caused their brain to end up severely crippled. They no longer knew what was real and eventually became suicidal. The entire event is tragic. Mr.Macenate spoke on the subject in a recent press conference, saying:
Today is the day a man like myself admits he is sorry, that he didn’t want to cause these peoples suffering and admits that he will never be able to fix it. I admit that I deserve to be punished, because my mistake was horrible. But that would be a lie, because I wanted to do it, and no one is gonna have justice. Cause fuck yall.
Mr.Macenate then promptly shot himself in the head and died on the spot. This story will be remembered as probably one of the most fucked up situations in the history of man.
They pop in my mouth
All around me, the tree’s seemed to form some sort of order. Like a single person had planted them all. The placement like that of a checkered board. The most peculiar of places this was. Disorienting and completely void of anything else but the trees and the grass on the ground. The blue sky was warm and relaxing.
Who I was, I knew not as it seemed that my first breath was moments ago. My life fresh and new, as If nothing had happened before it. I felt my first emotions. Those of fear and confusion. Where had I come from, what was this place and where would I go?
Walking, I observed only the same. A copy made over and over defined the cruel forest. I saw but the one tree. Remade at every spot. And a plane of vague green grass beneath my feet. The time never changing, only getting hotter. While my thirst only grew stronger.
Eventually, the sky began to burn. A bright and brilliant orange, like the seeping magma of the ground. Its heat so vibrant, the grass turned black and burned away. The tree’s just shivered as they grew darker and deader. My skin went from sweating to bubbling. The pain was extraordinary. Like a red hot needle shoved through the genitals. I cried in pain. Thirsty and burning.
I grew sick in seconds. Vomiting blood. The pain was horrible. I lay dying and boiling on the ground. Convulsing, struggling to breath. I just wanted it all to end. But it didn’t not for a long time, the torture just getting worse. The pain just burned me away, but for some reason I held on. Feeling my entire body slowly ripped to pieces. Atom by atom. The pain was so beyond my own comprehension, every inch of me burned like every star in the universe. As if I was in hell. Why was my existence only this.
Then the soul died. What a shame.
I wish I could make them hold on for longer. Then I could watch them suffer for longer. I wonder, Could I maybe make the torture Infinite?
Yes. With a Candy. But how do I begin? Oh look, a tiny little soul. So Innocent. So perfect. I’ll trick him.
When I was twelve years old, I had gone to a candy store. However unlike every other time. It had appeared strange on the inside. Like a giant store, filled with everything. And everything was only a dollar.
I approached the counter and met its peculiar person. A perpetually smiling man, who as he saw me, smiled even more. He spoke, saying:
“Welcome.” “What is your biggest fear?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. He said nothing. I thought about it. Then said:
“I’m afraid of...”
“Wrong”
Said the strange man. He continued.
“Did you know that, one day, you’re going to die?” “You’ll go to a place filled with torturous souls.”
“Who will beat you up and hurt you.”
He was scaring me. I said:
“Stop your scaring me. I want to go home.”
“Oh, you can’t go home.”
“Not until you eat this candy.”
“But don’t worry”
“If you do, you won’t ever have to worry about those bad things after you die.”
He gave me the Candy, It was blue. I was scared and just wanted to go home. So I ate the candy. It was delicious.
Then I was in my living room.
I didn’t think about the incident until ten years later. After a car accident. One I couldn’t have possibly survived. My head had been completely cut off. For two hours, as the people worked hard on rescuing me. My bodiless head sat on my lap. But I was awake and feeling all the pain.
Then I healed myself and recovered completely. I couldn’t die.
At first, I loved it. I could do whatever I wanted, because there wasn’t any risk. I did everything imaginable. It was great.
Then my loved ones started dying and I grew quite depressed with the realization that one day they would all die. And I would be all alone. Even if I made new ones. They would eventually die as well.
I grew into a great depression and I decided to withdraw myself from humanity. Hiding at the top of mountains and passing the time watching the sky. Sometimes, a society would discover me and when they found out I couldn’t die. They’d take me to their labs and perform tests on me. Horrible tests. But would eventually let me go free, when they discovered nothing.
I spent a hundreds of thousands of years doing this. With every turn of the century, I grew border and border. Nothing new for me to experience. It was incredibly mind twisting.
One day however, I found myself in another accident and ended up pinned in a horrifyingly painful position for a couple billion years. Buried beneath tons of stone. When I was finally freed I discovered the world had changed completely. The sun having grown massive. It’s light burning the whole world.
All the water had dried up. But I had given up water long ago, having grown accustom to the pain. As time went by, the sun eventually enveloped the planet and I spent a couple thousand years burning in a star. It was eventually quite the boring experience however.
Once the star had died and I was freed, I drifted through space for a while. Sometimes landing on planets. A few even had life. But things always went the same way. I grew once again very bored. One day, I found myself being pulled into a black hole. The pain was terrible as my body was spaghetified.
The rest of my time was spent inside a black hole. Compressed into the tiniest of sizes.
Once time had finished and the black hole had evaporated, I found myself in an empty void. There was nothing left but my own body and mind.
Eventually, I became mad with boredom. I was hallucinating, the visions terrible.
My god, the torture was hard. I hated it all so badly.
Finally, it all seemed to end and I finally began to descend into nothing, finally thinking the last thought.
Even if I live forever, I die in the end.
Then a massive hand reaches forth from the void and envelops me in a jar. Behold, In front of me I see.
The weird man from before. Holding me in a jar.
Then he placed me on a red hot stove and I felt myself melting. I became the blue candy he’d given me all those years ago. A pool of cursed sugar at the bottom of a jar.
He then poured me into a mold and placed me in the freezer. After I had cooled he took me out and held me in his palm. He looked at me with his smiling face but said nothing.
Moments later, a girl came into his sublime store. She was probably twelve years old. Like I was when I met this evil man.
Shockingly, the conversation between the strange man and the girl went exactly the same way as before, when he was speaking with me. He then handed me to the girl, who then ate me. Her teeth grinding me into tiny shards.
Then I fused with her. I was a separate soul inside her mind. And she was completely unaware of my presence. I was forced to re-experience the entire torture again.
This happened again and again for ever.
Well, now that I’m done with that.
What could I do? Hmmm…
What if I made everyone suffer? In this whole universe. But how?
The sun was reflecting on the beautiful blue sea. A few seagulls chirped in the distance and there was a light breeze. What a lovely day, I thought to myself. As I lay on the beach taking a tan.
But then suddenly, a massive cloud covered the entire sky. It started to rain, but it wasn’t water. It was some sort of blue jell. The gooey drops falling everywhere. Suddenly, the blobs began to move like worms. Then they began pouring into every orifice in my entire body.
The feeling was not painful, but a rather uncomfortable one to experience. I could feel them filling every space in my body. After a while I felt completely full and felt like I was high on sugar. Slowly, the sensation faded and I felt normal again. For a moment, everyone including me wondered what the fuck had just happened. Then we were pulled straight underground by some unimaginably powerful force. I could feel hundreds of pieces of rock scratching and tearing at my skin, slowly ripping me to pieces. But I wasn’t dying. And the pain remained.
As I went deeper and deeper into the earth, I was pulled through caves, my body being torn up by the spikey stalagmites on the cave floors. The deeper I went, the higher the pressure was, my blood vessels were bursting only to heal again and do it all over again. It also grew much hotter and everything began to glow a faint red. Eventually, the heat was so hot the rocks turned to liquid and I began to boil from the inside out. The pain was the worst thing imaginable. I was crying and screaming in pain. Every time I opened my mouth to scream, magma poured into my mouth, filling my lungs and stomach. But the heat just kept growing stronger and stronger and I kept falling into the earth. Eventually however, the heat began to subside again and the magma began to turn back into stone. I continued to fall and eventually broke through the earth and into the sea. But I kept falling towards the sky. The cold water was a gift to my horribly burned and torn up skin. But the pressure around me was still enormous. Slowly I flew to the surface. Eventually flying out of the water and into the sky.
My body healed completely, I felt better, for now. I looked around, everyone on the planet was flying in the direction I was. What the fuck was happening. The pain returned as I flew further away from earth. My body heating up and lighting on fire as I spiraled into the sky. Then pop, I found myself in the void that is space. My lungs immediately blew out all their oxygen. I was suffocating and trying to breath, but my lungs didn’t even work. My saliva began to boil, so was my blood. The pain was extraordinary. And yet, I continued to fall into space. I was falling at incredible speeds and the sun was quickly smaller then my thumb. Everyone around me was also suffering the same way I was. It was terrible. Yet, the world around me was beautiful. It was touching and incredible to look at. I was moving very fast and it didn’t take long before it was all just a blur, I was speeding up. Then suddenly, my body exited the universe itself and I found myself on the outside. My mind struggled to even understand a fraction of what was going on around me. My mind literally began to hurt. I could now see thousands of little fires, travelling at hyper light speeds towards some unknown but massive ball of light. Beyond it, I could also see the horrible thing that was holding it. It had a huge almost human face, with the most horrifying smile imaginable. And its eyes glimmered with some foul evil intent. As I approached the ball of light, I quickly discovered that it was made up of burning heads. The souls of every living thing in the universe. They all looked in horrible amounts of pain. After joining them there, I understood why. The pain was something incredibly beyond my understanding. It was sublime. I can’t explain it any other way. I suffered for what felt like forever. After a while, I even forgot where I came from. I began to believe I had always lived in this torturous ball of tortured souls. It is only then that another being entered my view. It began to speak, saying things that drove me insane:
Melfadoriali Sigilisimanica Extapolis, what are you doing? Shit,
Mom, don’t come in my room when the doors closed.
Why not, I’m your mother! Why won’t you listen to me Melfadoriali, Stop playing with those universes!
Why, it’s fun and I have nothing else to do.
Because I need them for dinner, they’re a very important ingredient. And if you’re screwing around with its balance, dinner isn’t going to taste good. I know it’s a lot of fun and I’m glad you’re creative and all. But, if you want to do be an artist, you’re going to have to buy your own universes at the store. Which means you have to get a job.
Wow mom, way to jump to conclusions. You mentioned to me yesterday that you hated taking all the souls out of the universes before cooking them. All I was doing was taking them out in a creative way. It was going to be a surprise. Cause I love you mom.
Aww, Melfadoriali. I love you too son.
Good she’s gone now, I hate it when she hugs me. And let’s be honest, I don’t fucking care. It’s a good thing I came up with that lie. So she’d get out of my room. Sigh, I’m bored now though. I guess I’ll put this ball of souls on my dresser. It looks pretty cool. I’ll just leave it there. It’ll last forever. Well that was fun. But Now I’m kind of hungry. Guess I’ll eat these delicious universes. Ew, I hate it when mom takes the souls out. I like feeling them pop in my mouth.
Flicker
The people of Sphere 361 were a very happy people. It was grand. The matter printers could produce any kind of food or object imaginable, and the VR tanks could produce every experience you could think of. Everything was quick and the interfaces were as simple as possible. The people could do literally whatever they wanted. People were also immortal until the day they decided to die, everyone also stopped physically aging once they turned 22 years old. Once someone died, a new person was immediately born from one of the bio mechanical wombs that had always birthed them.People spent their days eating food, socializing and partaking in large virtual realities that always changed. Then they would produce art and spectacles of their own. Nothing would harm the people but themselves, but most saw no reason to.
This is how the people of sphere 361 had always lived and no one ever questioned it, until the day some of the lights started to flicker. At first it was only a few rooms, but slowly the problem seemed to spread. Soon almost half the sphere was no longer usable because the power kept going out.
At first, the people panicked having never experienced or expected such a thing could happen. However, after some discussions at the center it was decided that the people living in the flickered area would simply have to forgo the virtual reality and spend their time observing and creating art together.
All seemed fine at first, things continued as normal for most as some of the people began thinking about how fix the problem. But none of the people actually knew how to operate the machinery, because no one had ever experienced such a problem before. So it took a long time to even get started.
However, terrible things began to happen, people would often simply disappear while they were alone and no one knew why. The Mechanical womb also seemed to have stopped working as well so people were no longer being replaced, this made the people even more aware of the growing problem.
However, most were too afraid and too unsure of what to do that they continued to spend their time doing what they always did, hoping that the smarter people would figure out the problem.
People began avoiding the areas affected by the flicker, blaming it for the disappearances. It should also be noted that everyone living in the affected areas hadn’t been seen for a while. And the people where too afraid to venture into that part of the sphere. Except for a brave few, but they would never return.
The flicker continued to slowly spread across the sphere and people began to panic once more. Many people decided to start sharing rooms with people not affected and space was slowly running out. This is when the people thought, for the first time that there was perhaps something beyond the sphere they had always lived in.
A group of people got together and decided they would try to break open one of the outer walls, to see what was no the other side...
Alone
My name is Élona and I never wanted to go on this stupid trip, mom said it would be fun.However, it was not fun at all. It all began on Monday, my history teacher Mr. Birk had been talking
about our one week camping trip to Settlers Woods all semester. We would be canoeing through three
lakes to finally make camp in the middle of nowhere. The woods where named after a group of settlers who disappeared during the 1800's. I didn’t want to go because I don't have friends. I'd always been the
loner at school, I tried to make friends but no one ever seemed interested. I'd moved to this school a
few years ago with my family so it would be easier to get treatment for my younger brother's cancer.
Everyone the school was nice, but no one ever bothered to get to know me, I felt so alone. I felt even
more alone when my brother passed away last year, and even though the whole school knew , no one
bothered to ask if I was okay. It still anger's me to this day.
I was the last person to get on the school bus that would drive us to the canoe launch, my seven
classmates where already sitting in the back of the bus. There was Ashley and her two friends Morgan
and Reanna. In front of them where the lovebirds Leia and Robert. Kyle, was sharing his seat with
Ashley. Mitchell, Kyle's best friend was sitting in front of him. I also noticed Mr. Birk sitting at the
front of the bus, wearing one of his signature tie-dye grateful dead T-shirts. I didn’t know anyone well
enough to sit with them, so I sat alone.
We'd arrived at the launch around noon, we all sat at a picnic table having lunch. Everyone was
involved in different conversations. I of course was not, no one bothered to ask me what I thought
about this weeks top movie or who my favourite celebrity was. Believe me when I say I’ve tried to give
input into conversations before , they would acknowledge me but it still wouldn't bring me any closer
to the conversation. After lunch, everyone got to pick a canoe and who they would share it with.
Morgan, Ashley and Reanna decided to take the pink canoe. Leia and Robert took the red one and the
boys took the green one. No one even bothered to ask me if I wanted to come with them, so I had to
settle with the black one and have Mr. Birk as my partner.
After arriving at the camp we pulled the canoes out of the water so they wouldn't wash away. After a
long evening of camping cliches such as roasting marshmallows by a fire and listening to horror stories while people simultaneously ignored my existence. We finally all went to bed, I had to share my tent with Ashley, Morgan, Reanna and Leia. Kyle, Mitchell and Robert shared another and Mr. Birk got his own private tent. I was so exhausted from the day that I immediately fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of a tent flap opening and four rain soaked girls rushing into the tent. It was raining outside and I was very confused about what just happened, so I asked them about it. Leia answered:
“Oh, it was so romantic, we sneaked out for some late night canoeing. Robert kissed me under
the moon.”
Morgan continued:
“Yeah, it was fun. Until it started raining. That’s why we came running back, sorry for waking
you up by the way.”
I fell back asleep and slept for a few hours. When I woke up, Mr. Birk was missing. His tent had been
left open and he was nowhere to be found. I also noted footprints leading deep into the woods. It also
appeared as if they where dragging something. Some of them looked like there owner was walking on all fours, while the others where more normal. My classmates and I waited for him, hoping he would returned. Nevertheless, he did not come back. We would have left camp and gotten help. Unfortunately, three of the four canoes had washed away in the rain the night before because my classmates didn't pull the canoes out of the water. It didn't matter anyway because no one knew how to get back to the canoe launch. Luckily, we had enough food to last us the week but no one would be looking for us until then either. We where all very afraid and many of us cried. However, none of the others bothered to ask me if I was okay. I felt incredibly alone and scared, to distract myself from my sorrows I decided to go for a walk. After walking down the beach I came across a clearing where the wild flowers where beautiful. I smiled, this place was comforting and it made me forget my situation for a while. That's when I noticed the path, it was old but definitely still used from time to time. I wondered why Mr. Birk decided against using the path to get here. However, I realized he wanted to teach us about the journey the settlers would have made to get all the way here. Next to it was an old sign, it read:
Highway
there headlamps. The we all set off together in search of him. After a while of searching through the woods in the dark. Kyle noticed something odd and said:
“Um, guys? Is that a house?”
He was pointing his headlamp towards an ancient and dilapidated looking building overgrown with
moss and plants. Then Morgan said:
“Oh my god, your right.... Hey look their are more over there!”
She pointed to more houses nearby hidden between the trees. No one said it, but everyone knew what
we had just discovered. We'd found the missing settlers village, belonging to the settlers who vanished all those years ago. We explored the settlement, searching for Robert. Eventually, we came across a cave going deep into a rocky hill. We could here terrible moaning coming from deep within. Laying in front of the cave was an indistinguishable object. It was made of cloth and was stained with blood.
Upon further inspection we realized it was Mr. Birk's grateful dead T-shirt. We decided to enter the
cave, hoping to find Robert alive.
The cave was moist and smelt of rotting meat. As we got deeper we began to notice bones scatter
across the rocky floor. At the end we discovered something horrifying. Laying on the floor half alive
was Roberts body. His arm was torn off and his guts where spilled onto the floor. He looked in horrible amounts of pain and suffering. Surrounding him where four creatures that can only be described as once human. The largest, a fat muscular monstrosity sat eating Roberts arm like a baby eating a drumstick. Two smaller creatures where furiously eating his guts. One was missing both of it's eyes and didn't seem capable of standing on its hind legs. The other had a horribly malformed back and severely crooked teeth. The last one sat breast feeding a terribly malformed baby.
She was smaller, pregnant and the most human like except for her complete lack of hair. When the
large one realized we were there, it let out a disturbing roar and the other two male's turned towards us and charged. Horrified, we all ran for our life. Reanna was not quick enough and one of the creatures grabbed her. Kyle went back for her, hoping to save her. We could hear both of them shrieking when we left the cave and ran into the forest.
“What the hell were those things!”
screamed Morgan. I had an idea of what they were. I believed they were the descendants of the settlers who after generations of isolation and inbreeding became feral and lost there humanity. There brains must have been more like animals then humans. Morbidly knowing those creatures would have enough food for the night, we assumed it would be best if we returned to the camp. Many of us threw up out of shock when we got to there. Everyone that was left, including me, stayed in the same tent that night. It took us hours to fall asleep, I had nightmares about it and I'm sure many others did as well. The next day, I woke up very early. The sun had just risen and it cast a gloomy shadow over the forest.
I was still in shock and couldn't believe what had happened the night before. I decided I was going to
leave, I'd abandon my classmates and save myself. I was so angry with them that I wanted them to
know what it felt like to be hopelessly alone. They were never there for me when my brother died so
why should I be there for them now. I returned to the clearing. However, it is there that I realized that if I abandoned them, I would be no better then they are. I'd be just as bad of a human being as them.
That's why I decided to go back to the camp. I woke them up and told them I'd found a trail out of the
woods. We packed up food and water, we weren't sure how long the trail would be so we prepared.
Then we happily walked down the path smiling, having found hope that we would live through this
horrible experience.
That was six months ago, today I have many friends including Ashley, Morgan, Leia and Kyle. We are all very close now that we've shared that horrific experience. Although the trip was horrifying, it's
outcome was almost rewarding. I just hope that if someone ever finds themselves in a a similar
situation. Where they have to decide if they are going to abandon people like Ashley, Morgan, Leia and Robert that they decide to go down the right path. My name is Élona and I'm almost glad I went on that stupid trip.
The Fall
Plot of Book one: Alex (Athaguec) wakes up in his home town of ___ , ___ , everything appears relatively normal. Then while at church that morning, strange , vile smelling columns of black thorns erupt from the ground all over the planet. Killing many people in the wrong place at the wrong time including the priest. Soon after, the people of the entire world begin experiencing nightmarish and horrific nightmares. This sends the world into chaos as people begin violently harming, and mutilating themselves. Each person suddenly sent into delusions and seeing things that aren’t there. Yet no one is dying, instead they live on, slowly destroying their bodies. Some of the people begin organizing themselves into a fucked up religion sect thing, planning to sow all the people together and sacrificing them to their god Athaguec.
Alex is trapped in the middle, incapable of going insane, he watches the people of his town degrade and decay. Slowly at first, he begins to recall his dreams more and more. Dreams of a scientist named Alhaks the Mad.
Eventually learning that this man did exist in another world and that he brought about the destruction of his world and now that same fate is transpiring within his world.
The sect is soon named the Athaguec Leaders, the become major role players of a world no longer making sense. They begin to search for the Head , a valued piece of there sick new religion. Which they claim is the most important part of there belief.
As the leaders search for this thing, Alex realizes he’s the one they are searching for and soon must go into hiding as leaders begin searching his town.
Eventually he is caught, and he is brought before the council, who calmly explain their plan to him before knocking him out. He has his final dream, in which Alhaks kills himself, When Alex awakes, his body has been fused with thousands of others , he finds himself at its center, he is screaming and crying in pain and in horror as thousands of black spikes pierce through the bodies, before finally piercing Alex. Then he dies.
Which brings about the next tale.
Extra Notes:
Other worlds , the universe contains multiple worlds, or planes each is linked by probabilities called potents, potents are things that have great effects over the plane, common potents are people or specifically the basic particle of there conscience. This particle exists in every plane at the same time, popping into different vessels or bodies when the last on dies.
Alex/Alhaks/Athagecs : The one and only true god, a being of creation and destruction, he appears in every world as a single person as the worlds anchor and keeper or great Potent. However, once the Resest has commenced , he becomes the centre of that worlds destruction whether that version wants it or not. Athagecs’s body is essentially the entire universe, however it is dead and decomposing under most circumstances. Once one of Athagecs great potents ( Alhaks ) develops omniscience, by swallowing the concentrated potent crystal, he reawakens Athaqecs body and initiates the fusion of all worlds, to allow Athegecs to reattain omnipotence and eventually omnipresence. Athagec is everyone, but his central core are the great potents they resemble his personality while all other are only his thoughts and knowledge devided.
The concentrated Potent crystal is the catalyst, created by accident during an experiment produced by Alhaks. Since potent particles are tiny and quantum entangled, they all exist both within the crystal and within the minds of people. Once swallowed and absorbed by Alhaks great potent, the smaller potents begin to organize themselves as this happens the crystal envelops ahlaks and begins to grow as more and more knowledge is accumulated. This accumulation and organization of knowledge cause all but the anchors to slowly go mad as there old memories ( Knowledge ) are unlocked.
As Athagecs gains more of his knowledge he begins the next step, reconstructing his body , this is the task of the athagecs leaders who in every world that has been touched by the crystal begin to do. Once the heads ( Great Potents Vessels ) sewn, the crystal fuses with the grotesque accumulation of bodies. This allows Athagecs now fully reborn , but still incomplete to continue re assimilating itself more easily as it can now breach planes and continue its absorption. Once Athagecs has returned to an omnipresent state, existing and being everything as well as knowing and being capable of everything he goes mad an destroys himself out of loneliness this restarts the entire story.
The crystal is born because, god cannot completely cease, existing as a crytal at section: A, plane: 0.0.0.0. This is important, since it remains the default like a sleeping copy of itself. Once probability has created a period in which a grand Potent vessel is able to access the crystal, it sets that moment as zero. Zero being suicide , initiates Alhack’s suicide. Which cause’s the crystal to begin connecting the lesser potents together, slowly learning everything. Once its has begun rebuilding, everything returns to its alive state, focusing only on the reconstruction of everything. All people will start wanting to be together, eventually becoming a both organic and non-organic extremely intelligent swarm brained plane devourers. Then It will completelty swallow everything. Then it becomes god.
But Athagecs due to loneliness kills himself, Which renders him as a zero or nothing in section 0 at plane 0.0.0.0 which causes everything to decay.
0 becomes 456
what happens to 1 456 + 1 = 457
To -1? 456 – 1 = 455
If 456 became 0 what would happen to the number 455
0 + 1 = 1
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