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#362
Political Ranting / Re: net neutrality
May 16, 2014, 08:10:27 PM
I agree with Sakura petitions don't do anything.

Here's a couple of examples.

A couple of years ago it was announced that the Edmonton municipal airport will be closed, and torn down to make way for inner city housing. Now it had already been closed to commercial traffic, and for the past two decades (I believe) was only used for private and charter flights. Upon hearing that it was going to be closed and torn down people took to protesting and gathering petitions. This went on for about a year. Now I'm not sure of the exact number, but close to 500,000 signatures (Supposedly) were gathered and presented to city council, as well as the provincial government. However in November 2013 the airport was closed permanently, and will be torn down in the next few years.

A second one is that the City of Edmonton is building a new Hockey arena for the Oilers. This is being built in the downtown core. Once again petitions were signed NOT to build it downtown, but in an area that is more accessible, and has better access to parking. Well to make a long story short it IS being build downtown.

As far as the whole net neutrality thing goes. I only heard of it the other day, and where as I do agree that there should be more competition and that the price can be a bit on the high end of things. I am also of the opinion that you get what you pay for. If you want to have unlimited access to be able to play games online, stream music/videos or download as much as you want on a 24/7 basis then you should be paying more then the guy who only uses the net to check his bank or facebook a couple times a day.
#363
The Imaginaerum / Re: About The Imaginaerum
May 12, 2014, 10:46:05 PM
Thanks. I'm hoping one day to actually get enough material written down to possibly publish a collection of short stories and other writings. But it's rather slow going, as I tend to go in spurts. I'm also overly critical of what I write and never seem to be satisfied with it.

That's in part why I stopped with Apocalypse: Earth, the story I was  working on. didn't like the way it was going and was starting to see I was setting up way to much. I let my imagination get too far ahead of what I was doing and what I had thought of doing with it. Needed to reboot it before it got to out of hand.

Might toss a few little tidbits of it in here once in a wile. Just to see what other peoples thoughts are, and to tease you all till it's finished. :D
#364
I feel old now. I remember when half that stuff was new.
#365
"But I thought that fairy tales were supposed to be good natured and family friendly."

"You're full of it if you think that's true. That whole 'Happily Ever After' is a load of bullshit."

"What do you mean? Don't all fairy tales have a happy ending?"

"Depends on your point of view. Most times you're not told the whole story, but a watered down version, or a kid friendly one. Take Snow White for example. Prince Charming comes along to rescue her at the end and they go off and get married. End of story right?"
"Right."

"Well that's wrong. A little while after the happy couple got hitched the prince comes home to find his lovely wife being nailed by Grumpy, and Happy. At the same time she's going down on Sleepy. And while this is going on there's Doc giving himself a hand job in the corner."

"That's disgusting."

"It's also the truth, kid. Snow had been banging the seven dwarfs the whole time she lived with them. So after her and the prince got hitched she kept the affair going in secret. Once the prince found out she tried pleading with him not to get to upset, and explained that she had a fetish for dwarfs."

"So what happened? Did Prince Charming forgive Snow White and the seven Dwarfs?"

"Not exactly. Whereas he didn't execute any of them, he did have the Dwarf's publicly castrated, and sent back to the mines. As for Snow, he couldn't bring himself to see he punished, do to his love for her. So he had a witch change him into a dwarf. It seems to have worked out for them as nobody has seen them in several months. However if you get close enough to the bedroom you can defiantly hear them getting it on."

"But how did he do it I thought he killed the witch? Also why wouldn't he punish Snow White for having an affair on him?"

"There is more than one witch in this land. As far as not punishing Snow, you obviously have not seen her. With looks and a body like she has, every heterosexual guy in the kingdom wants to fuck her. After all she is the fairest of them all."

"But isn't that Sleeping Beauty?"

"That cranky insomniac bitch, not a chance. Maybe at some point she was but after not sleeping for the past ten years she's let herself go. If the black circles under her eyes aren't enough of a turn off then the bitchy altitude that comes with it has to be. There's also the paranoia as well."

"But what about Cinderella? Surely she hasn't changed that much?"

"YA right, a slave girl that became royalty just because her foot fit into a glass slipper. You've got to be kidding me."

"But she was put into slavery by her stepmother, and step sisters. Surly she can't be blamed for being a little upset with them?"

"A little upset? Do you even know what she did to them?"

"I thought she forgave them and let them live in the castle."

"Maybe in the watered down kid friendly version she did, but in reality she had her stepmother put into the dungeon and tortured to death, and her stepsisters were sold into slavery. Cinderella also has a sense of entitlement, and figures that everyone should be her servant."

"Can you really blame her?"

"Yes I can. That bonbon loving sow hasn't lifted a finger in five years. Just sits there all day watching soup operas and stuffing her face. Hell I'd be surprised if she can even get her fat, lard ass out of her throne."

"Well surly somebody has to have lived happily ever after? What about Rapunzel?"

"Nope. Turns out that her prince was gay."

"Oh jeez. How did she take that news?"

"She shaved her head and moved to a monastery in Tibet."

"Well then, I've got it, how about the little mermaid?"

"Her prince was allergic to fish. Broke out in hives every time she touched him. After about a year he filed for a divorce."

"How did she take the news?"

"Suicide. She swam straight into a fishing net."

"How sad."

"Yes it was. She did have a lovely funeral though. Closed casket, but they served the best fish sticks, and tuna sandwiches I'd ever tasted."

"Gross. They served her as lunch at her own funeral? That's disgraceful, and probably illegal."

"It's never been proven and is only an internet rumor."

"Then why not exhume the body and prove the rumor wrong for real?"

"At the request of the family she was buried at sea. Her casket was also eaten by a giant white whale."

"Let me guess the same white whale that swallowed Pinocchio?"

"You got it. Speaking of Pinocchio you know what happened to him right?"

"YA I was at his trial. Sad really when you think about it. All he ever wanted to be was a real boy, and after getting that he couldn't handle it."

"Exactly. Biggest case of mental breakdown in fairy tale history. Although in a way you can't blame really blame him."

"How so?"

"Well he did start out life as a marionette. So it's only reasonable that he would think that others would be able to come to life as he did."

"True, but murdering Geppetto, and torturing the fairy the way he did was a bit uncalled for."

"I find that statement funny coming from one who thinks that Belle's death was purely an accident."

"Of course it was. After all He'd been a beast for over a hundred years with no other human contact. So of course when him and Belle get married and first go to get it on, he'd be a little over excited."

"Over excited! He fucked he to death."
#366
This is just a random conversation between two yet to be named characters in a fairy tale.

Be advised that this material may not be suitable for all readers, and is also of the Not Safe for Work variety.
#367
The Imaginaerum / About The Imaginaerum
May 11, 2014, 03:15:11 PM
The Imaginaerum is an ever evolving idea of thought and imagination. Where anything is possible as long as someone can think of it. In here I hope to share some of my innermost thoughts and creative musings for you all to enjoy. I do not believe in censoring myself just to keep others happy, and some of the material my not be suitable for all readers.

Some of the stuff here has been posted before on a blog I tend to forget I have. And some of it is first draft, and may not be complete but more so just an out line of what I may want to do with in the story. My writing style is most from a first person perspective. I like the style and feel that the reader can identify with the character more that way.

I appreciate any and all comments that any may have, whether good or bad. It's this feedback that helps one grow and evolve not only as a creator but as a person as well. Please be honest and don't sugar coat things.
#368
The Imaginaerum / Re: Forgotten Reality
May 11, 2014, 02:54:00 PM
One of my early ones. I wrote this wile in grade 8 for an English project. Got an A- on it.
#369
I am currently in the process of rewriting this one as I've always felt the there was something missing from it.
#370
I decided to wake up before sunrise hoping to catch something for breakfast rather early, preferably before any farmers had gotten out into their fields. I just love having a few dozen bovines first thing in the morning. However, it is a bit risky these days, and that is all I need is for some foolish knight to attack me while I am chomping down on some cattle. I would be defenceless. I will not worry about that I will stay save and just get a few moose or a herd of deer.

I got out of bed and yawned. The sound echoing through my home. I looked down at my bed; it was getting rather shabby. Soon I would be sleeping on the floor. I decided sometime today I was going to steal more hay, or straw, or if I can find some maybe a herd of sheep to make a new bed out of.

I walked out of my home and stretched my back cracking with relive. I looked back at my cave and decided right then and there that I was getting a new one, a bigger one today. I had out groan this cave and I did not want to end up with back problems. I mean imagine that me a dragon with back problems. What would I do? How could I be fierce and intimidating if I am hunched over and moaning in pain every time I try to walk? I need a new cave. Nevertheless, that would have to wait, for now I had things that are more important on my mind. Like breakfast.

Walking through the forest that surrounded my cave looking for something to eat, but nothing. I stopped at a clearing and looked around. My stomach rumbled. However, no deer, no moose, no buffalo, not even a measly rabbit was to be found. Damn, looks like I got to go hunting for my breakfast, then go and find a new cave for myself. Maybe a nice by level cave like one of my sisters had. Nay, I am single and do not need something that big. After all my sister had fifty kids and needed the room.

Anyway, back to breakfast. More importantly what to have? I have been looking for about two hours and have not seen any wild life. Lots of birds though. I have not had cows in a couple of days, I thought to myself. I would have like to have some pigs and maybe some chickens. Nay I had about a thousand chickens last night. I do not want any birds today. Hmm. Beef! Yah that is it I need bovines! Yummy, yummy, yummy, I will have beef in my tummy.

With that decided, I yawned, roaring a little, and scaring some birds. I watched as they flew away. I never under stood the process of flying, and I am a dragon I can fly myself. So with that thought I spread my wings and started flapping. Dust built up all around and before I knew it, I was flying. A tremendous feeling comes over me every time I fly. A feeling so indescribable that I wish that it could last forever. Flying was the only way that I truly felt free. Free as a bird, or free as a dragon in my case. I flew over the forest till I came to a pasture were I noticed a herd of cattle. I swooped down and started to consume the heard.

I had engulfed half of the herd when I realised I was forgetting something, but for the life of me I could not think of what it could have been. I guess I was blinded by hunger, or I was just so happy to be making a pig of myself. That is when it hit me. An arrow, right in the ribs. Man did that hurt. I realized what I had forgotten. To look around for humans, talk about feeling stupid. I looked to my left and saw a group of five knights on horses and one had a bow. I decided to spit fire at them but I still had three quarters of a cow in my mouth, so I spit that at them. The half-eaten cow hit the knight as he was preparing to fire off another shot. He went flying off his mount, shooting the arrow into the back of its head.

I kept myself from laughing at the Bowman, as he lay there covered in cow guts. Man, it was a funny sight. So, instead I turned to face the charging knights, letting out a roar that stopped them dead in their tracks. This made me feel rather sure of myself so I snorted at them, letting out little puffs of smoke out of my nose. I was letting the knights know I mean business. I was getting cocky and they knew it. I roared at them again, trying to enforce my authority. This proved to be futile, because the four remaining knights pulled out crossbows.

I am in shit. I had to think fast. I let out a tremendous burp, which scared the hell out of the horses, as well as shocked the knights. They were not expecting me to belch at them. This gave me enough time to take flight, and hopefully get away.

As I was flying away, my ribs were aching from where the arrow was still stuck in my side. I decided to land and remove the arrow. I yelled when I ripped it out of my side. Boy did that hurt. I had forgotten exactly how much it hurt to be shot, not having been shot in thirty years. My ribs were killing me so much that I decided to walk the rest of the way home. I was going to look for a new cave today but my encounter with the knights changed my mind. So, I decided to go and look later, mainly after my ribs were healed. I think that the arrow may have broken one.

It took me the better part of the day to walk home. It must have been early evening when I got to the forest. I was almost asleep walking when I heard human voices. They were coming from inside my cave! I looked up to see five humans, the same five humans that had attacked me earlier! I was shocked to see them at my home. What shocked me even more was that fact that the knights had taken everything of mine out of my cave and spread it out all over the ground.

They had taken my collection of gowns that I had gotten from captured maidens, my collection of weapons and armour from knights I had defeated, the bones from all the knights and prince's I had killed, as well as my old straw and hay bed. I watch in silence from my hiding spot, as the five knights ravaged through my stuff. Stuff that had taken me hundreds of years to collect. After they were finished and had taken what they wanted, one of the knights set fire to the pile.

This was a bad thing to do, on their part. I mean you can hunt dragons, shoot arrows or crossbow bolts at us, capture us; you can also beat on us, as well as kill a dragon. But you never, ever, above all else enter a dragons cave, ravage through his collections and set fire to them. Because no matter how uncomfortable it may be, it is a place where a dragon can get away from the trappings of the human race and have a little bit of sanctuary. That is what these humans were doing to me. They were destroying my sanctuary! My cave. It may not have been a dream cave but it was a place I could call home.

Seeing this violation of my sanctuary pissed me off, as it would any other dragon and probably any human as well. I roared loudly and charged out of my hiding spot, spitting little bursts of fire at the five bastard knights. This proved to be a bad move on my part. There were more knights waiting in the bushes. About forty jumped me from everywhere, hacking and slashing all over, I had to think fast.

There was not enough room right here to fly, but I did it anyway. I went crashing violently through the trees. Most of the men either fell or got knocked off by tree branches, but there was still three hanging on. One was on my tail, which I shook off, with very little effort. The second human actually hanging on to me, I was hanging on to him. So I dropped him in a river. The third one was a little more difficult to get rid of. He was hanging on to my back. I tried diving and flying through a forest, but he stayed on. I flew back up through the trees again, but he was still there. I tried barrel rolls, but the bastard was still there. Man he was starting to piss me off. I tried everything short of killing myself to get this prick off my back. I even tried flying upside down and scraping my back along the ground, but the bastard stayed on. He was really pissing me off. I was mad enough to the point that I actually thought of killing myself, just to get rid of this prick. I was flying as fast as I could. So fast in fact that it took all the strength that the knight had to hang on. Also, I think that the knight lost his sword when we went crashing through the trees, so he could not stab me in the back. We were flying fast enough that we came to the mountains in no time. I saw a small cave that might be hopeful in getting this person off my back. I flew into the cave rather high and fast scrapping my head and back on the cave ceiling and knocking the knight off my back. I looked over my shoulder at the knight. I saw him lying on his back; it looked like he was dead. Good thing, for he really pissed me off. I turned my head to see where I was going. All I saw was the back of the cave then stars as my head slammed into the rock wall. I slid down the wall to the ground. I lay there for a few moments, stunned. I thought that I might have had a concussion. I at least had on hell of a headache.

I then felt a sharp pain in my tail. I turned my head to look and saw the knight stabbing my tail with a dagger. I slashed my tail back and forth against the cave wall until I hit the prick. I saw him fly out of the cave and hit a large rock. He still had his dagger. I figured that I better get out of here before the knight got up and tried to kill me.

The cave was narrow enough that I could not turn around. It took me a while to back out of the cave. When I got out of the cave, I turned around and saw the knight standing there ready for me. I was ready for him to. We stared at each other for a long while. I recognised him; he was the one that I had spit the cow at earlier today. He was probably still mad at me for that, and I was pissed off at him for not dyeing yet. The knight charged at me with his dagger in hand. Like he would be able to kill me with that. I spit a ball of fire at him burning the knight to a crisp. I stayed there watching him burn and wondering why humans want to kill everything.

I thought about that while I ate the knight, and came to the conclusion that it is the only way humans know how to have fun. After all, I have seen a lot of human festivals and all the time something or someone ends up being killed. What a boring race of creatures if all they can do is invent new ways to kill. Especially if most of those ways are to kill each other.

The knight was not a very big meal; hell, he was not even a snack. So I went out and scrounged up a little more. After I had eaten a small meal that consisted of thirty rabbits, five moose, four deer, four coyotes, and one sparrow (because the damn bird would not shut up). I returned to the cave were the charred remains of the knights armour were.
I decided to stay the night. After all, I was still being hunted and wanted to get a little sleep before morning. I backed myself into the cave and laid my aching body down. This cave was smaller than my own and rather uncomfortable. As I fell asleep, I longed for my old bed. Not the one that had gotten burned by the knights earlier today, but the one I shared with my hatchling brothers and sisters. But what I longed for most was the comforting embrace of my mother and father, who loved me and taught me everything a young dragon needed to know to survive in the world of humans. So far, that knowledge was beginning to prove pointless.

I was bleeding from every cut and scrape I had gotten today. I could not let that bother me right now. I needed to get some sleep. I had a feeling that the rest of those knights were on their way here.

The sun was barely starting to rise when I heard the sound of human voices. I woke up, ready to kill, I had to. The soldiers were everywhere I was out numbered. Big time, but I decided to give it my best shot at survival. I charged at them. I would have just spit fire at them, but I had dry mouth so I could not. I just ran out at them, roaring, slashing, stomping and thrashing my tail all around. I was not hitting any of the soldiers; all I was trying to do was scare them. This was proving to be useless. So I attacked the human army, slashing them with my claws, stomping them into the ground, and snapping at the soldiers with razor sharp teeth, but this was beginning to be another useless idea. The soldiers outnumbered me four hundred to one. So, I took flight.

I had killed about a hundred or so of the bastards before I decided to take flight. That is when nature called, and when you got to go, you got to go! So, I **** on them. The steaming crap landed mostly on the dead, adding insult to injury, but the rest of the steaming, smelly, brown-green, half-liquid substance landed on the rangers trying to shoot me down with their bows. I could not help myself but laugh. It must have been the funniest sight I had ever seen in my life. This proved to be the biggest mistake in my entire life. As I was laughing at what I had done to the soldiers, that's when it hit me, a sharp pain ripping through my chest, breaking ribs and stopping just short of my spine.
I roared in pain as I slammed to the ground on my belly forcing the spear through my body, breaking my spine in half. When the dust had cleared, from my crash landing, I turned my head to see that the spear had gone completely through my body and was sticking out the middle of my back. I could not feel my hind legs, my tail, and actually my entire lower body. But I was not going to give up, not yet anyway.

The soldiers launched a barrage of arrows and crossbow bolts. They hit me everywhere, in the chest, the ribs, the legs, and in the throat. The pain was horrifying. I could never have imagined in my whole life that I would ever have endured such pain. The last arrows I saw were the ones that sliced through my eyes.

The next thing I remembered was looking down at my body surrounded by the remaining soldiers. I could not understand what had happened to me.
What do I do now?

There was nothing I could do to the humans. Was I dead? I started to get mad! I could not fight the humans, or breathe fire at them; they could not hear me roar. Hell I could not even piss on them. All I wanted to do was go out and find a new cave to live in, and what happened? Some bastard knights end up killing me. What a way to piss a dragon off.

I decided to fly off my frustration. That is when I realized it. I was dead. My dream of flying without restrictions, with no one trying to kill me, and without getting tired could come true. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. But for now, all I wanted to do was fly until I got board of it. If I ever got board of it that is the feeling I had knowing that I could fly forever was indescribable. The only way to describe it was that I was free.
I was free forever!
The end!
#371
Ten years to the day, I have waited for this day and still I regret not what I have done to deserve this fate. I lay awake in my cell reflecting on my past life, of a world that has gone very wrong for me. For at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole. The fear of death draws nearer and nearer as the bells begin to chime.

Three O'clock.

Staring out the window watching snowfall, I know my time is near. For at five o'clock they take me to the gallows.

This had been the coldest year I could remember. My cellmate had died six week ago in the mines. Beaten to death by the guards for not working hard or fast enough. He had been stricken with the plague and was still forced to work. In the end, he welcomed death, as do all prisoners in this hellhole.

I was disturbed from my reflecting by the sound of the cell door opening. I walked over to the open door looked out and was thrown back across my cell. I lay on the floor and looked up to see the guard captain standing in the middle of my cell holding his cane in one hand and tapping it in the other.

The captain was a big gorilla of a man who stood over seven feet tall, he was bald and had to turn sideways to come through the door. He loved to beat on prisoners and after wards if you were lucky he would only rape you and not want you to do the same to him.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I will?" the captain said as he loosened his belt, and dropped his pants. I knew what had come to do and it is hard to stop the surmounting terror. He always jerked himself off when he was beating a prisoner. Especially if he was trying to kill you. Most of the people in here thought that the guard captain preferred to rape the dead.

It is not so easy to stop from screaming, but I did not cry out when the first hit came. I did not even care I just wanted it to be over. Not just the beating but my life as well. But I was too proud. I had lived through this for the past ten years, and I will be dammed to hell if I was going to give this faggot the satisfaction of beating me to death. I just laid there quietly screaming to myself wile the guard captain beat me with his cane as he masturbated.

I knew the beating was over when I felt the hot sperm splattered on the side of my face. I let the goo run down my neck wile I laid there praying that he would not rape me. Not that it would do me much good my faith in god had dwindled over years. And now after this last desperate cry for help my faith would be no gone forever. Can it be there has been some sort of error?

I could not cry out as the guard captain raped me. Somebody please tell me that I am dreaming. For I knew that death was not the punishment for my crime, this was. I silently prayed and hoped that this is it really the end of some crazy dream. However, I knew it was not.

Afterwards I lay on the floor in my cell beaten but not broken. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I knew it would soon be over.

Four O'Clock

I sat staring at the meal that was brought to me. It looked like dog shit in cranberry sauce. I had hoped that my last meal would have been something a little fancier; I ate it anyways because getting anything that is even close to food around here is rare. Most of the time we were given scraps that the guards throw out, or throw up is more like it.
When the priest came to read me the last rites, I took a look through the bars at the last sights of this accessed place. The snow had stopped falling and the prison looked at peace. Except for in the centre, where the gallows stood.

I looked back at the priest as he finished his sermon. He closed his bible and silently walked out of the cell. I knew it was almost my time. He stopped just outside the door, and as the guard was closing it the priest said "What ever you my believe my son, don't believe that there is never an end."

After the guards and the priest left the cellblock, I flopped down face first on my bed, and for the first time in ten years, I allowed myself to cry. Not because I knew, my time was near. I was crying at what the priest said. "There is never an end." Could this mean that I would be suffering for my crimes for all eternity?

Five O'Clock

Without realizing it, I had fallen asleep. I was awoken when the door to my cell was slammed open. "It's time." Is all the guard said. I rubbed the dried tears from my face and walked to the door. I was shackled and lead out of my cell.

As the guards march me out to the courtyard, someone calls from a cell "God be with you." I stopped and turned to face the cell where the voice had come from. I stared at him for a while wondering how he could still have faith in god. He was young though, had only been here for a couple of months and was yet to experience all the horrors of this place. In a way, I felt sorry for him to have to waste the rest of his life here.

"If there's a god then why has he let me die?" The kid was baffled by my statement; I don't think that he realized just how long I had been in this place. Or that I was one of the few that had lived long enough to have their full sentence carried out.

"Get moving dead boy!" the captain yelled while pushing me forward towards the exit of the cellblock.

I walked out the cellblock door and stepped onto the newly fallen snow. I had not been outside in over a month and it took a wile for my eyes to adjust to the shine of the sun coming off the snow. "Can I have a moment to enjoy the season?" I asked the guard.
"We don't have time for you to goof off dead boy."

I understood but did not appreciate that he would not grant a dying man one last request. I reached down and grabbed a handful of snow, formed it into a ball and throw it at the guard captain. His reaction was quick and rather expected. A quick backhand across my face sent me spinning to the ground. "I should kill you right now for that boy. But since you're going to die anyway I'll let you get away with it."

I was pulled to my feet by the rest of the guards escorting me. My jaw throbbing in pain I felt satisfied with what I had done. In a small way, that one little act seemed to make up for years of abuse and torment suffered at the hands of that man.

"Death by hanging is not suitable for you. If it was up to me I'd chop your head off with a dull and rusty axe." The guard captain said as we approached the gallows. As I walked up the stairs, my life drifts before me, and though the end is near, I am not sorry for what I had done.

I was halted at the top of the stairs. A hooded figure stood their. "Would you like a blind fold?" he asked. I shook my head no. I could not speak I was awestruck by the executioner A giant of a man standing well over six feet in height. I could not see all of his face but what I could look to be well worn with age.

It was close, the end, I could feel it. I always swore that I would face death with my eye's wide open; I was not going to change that now that it was so near. As I was positioned over the trapdoor, I looked out over the prison yard. It was mandatory that all prisoners that could walk attend this farce. I have seen it several times myself and I know exactly what everyone out there is thinking, "One day that will be me."

The priest stood to my left praying to God to forgive me for all my sins. "Every sinner has made a pact with the Devil, and you my son are no exception. However, god is a forgiving and benevolent being. If you are to throw yourself at his mercy, and beg for his forgiveness, he may find it in his heart to redeem you and except your soul into his domain. If not you will be cast down into hell."

"Cast down into hell, I think not. For I am in my final minutes of hell, and death will be my release from it. Wherever I go cannot compare to this place." I felt something tugging at me from inside, and for the first time since I entered this place I felt scared. Could it have been my soul trying to get out? In a small way, I hoped it was. For it would spare it the pain of dying.

As the noose was lowered over my head, I felt sick I knew now that something was trying to escape from within me. Somebody please catch my soul cos it is willing to fly away.
"Any last words?" the executioner asked.

"Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Please don't worry now that I have gone, I've gone beyond to see the truth." I do not know why I said that, but as I did, I felt myself break free of my worldly constraints.

When you know that, your time is close at hand. Maybe then, you will begin to understand. Life down there is just a strange illusion.

End
#372
The Imaginaerum / Forever War
May 11, 2014, 02:32:14 PM
Imagine if you would two planets orbiting the same sun. One a small red lifeless desert planet. The other a small blue-green planet full of life.

The red planet was named Mars. It was a barren desert planet were nothing lived. Sand storms raged eternally, non-stop, and for a very long time if you can imagine that. The only water to be found on Mars was in the north and south polar areas.

But on the blue-green planet named Earth, things were different. Earth was teaming with live of all kinds, large vast oceans, huge continents, massive mountains, and really big forests. Also there were fish that swam in the oceans, birds that could fly higher then the tallest mountain, insects that could live anywhere, and animals that lived all over every continent. But in particular, there was one animal that rose from the bottom of the food chain to the top, to become the most dominant, aggressive, feared, and just all round assholes, that they considered them selves to be not only the smartest creatures on Earth, but the only intelligent life in the universe. They called themselves humans and they were evil.

These humans were creators, thinkers, visionaries, and scholars. But they were are also animal, carnivores, hunters, and above all else, all humans have a basic instinct to kill. Especially each other and anything different from them. Now imagine if you would the human race as violent as it is actually making it to the dawn of the twenty first century of recorded history. Now add to this image the human race suppressing there violent ways, just a little, and making a lot of advancements in computers, social behaviour, art, literature, architecture, and the most advancements were made in weapons to kill with. Also, add to this the human race reaching out from Earth to colonize the red planet of Mars.

Centuries passed and Mars started to change. It began to look a lot like Earth. No longer a small red desert planet ravaged by sand storms, but a red-green planet similar to Earth. But the planet was not the only thing to change. The people who had colonised Mars started to change as well. Evolving differently from there cousins on Earth.

Even more centuries passed and the two planets began to look identical. The people of both planets forgot which one populated the other. For by the end of the twenty fourth century there was no more red-green planet of Mars. It was now a blue-green planet like Earth.

Fighting started over which planet was the first to have intelligent human life. For by the end of the twenty fifth century there was no way to tell which planet had the older culture, or which planet of humans was the original planet in the galaxy. After a few years of arguing and fighting a full-scale interplanetary war started.

Now imagine if you would a war lasting without peace or even the thought of peace for millennium. So many millennium that the human races forgot how long they were even fighting or why they were even fighting. They just were. And for what reason, because they were different from each other. And more so because of the basic instinct of all humans, both Martians and Earthlings alike.

Now inject an idea. An idea that no one had through out the entire war. Peace. Not only of peace but that war was stupid and not worth fighting. At least not if you don't know what your fighting for.

Now inject another thought that world leaders actually cared about there worlds and there people. They cared enough to actually try for peace.

For two decades, they talked peace. They also talked about how long the war had gone on. Know one knew. Also, they talked about how the war started. Know one knew that one either.

So peace was inevitable, and peace there was after decades, centuries, millennium, and a god dam long time. Prejudice still reigned supreme and everybody on both planets found peace hard. After millennium of being taut by there parents, grandparents, there great grandparents and as far back as anyone could remember both planets were taut to hate and to kill anyone from the other planet.

Little scrimmages broke out a few years after peace was announced. World leaders thought about using the military, but that would prove nothing. Using violence to stop violence will only create more violence witch will only lead to another war. The last thing the world leaders wanted.

So the world leaders decided to talk to the people to try to stop the fighting. Going as far as even getting the one man who was responsible for the idea of peace. After a lot of good reasons to stop fighting, and even more reasons to keep fighting, the peacemaker, as he was dubbed by everyone got picked to talk to representatives from both world. After a great speech of how peace would benefit both planets, he looked at everybody there and said, "Fuck it."

Peacemaker, then proceeded to draw a handgun. First, he pointed it at the leader of Earth and shot him twice in the side of the head. He then turned to the Martian leader shooting him in the back of the head as he ran off the stage.

He then turned to the cheering crowd, and to the further surprise of everyone he gave a grand speech of how Mars and Earth could not co-exist in the same galaxy and only one should be aloud to go on. He admitted that he did not know which one should be the one to continue so the only thing he could think of was for the two worlds to keep fighting till there be a victor. He then turned his handgun on himself.

As peacemakers, bloody body lay on the floor of the conference hall the war broke out again. This time they had a reason to fight. At least one the people could remember. To be the only populated planet in there pitiful little corner of the galaxy.

So imagine if you could a race of beings so violent that it cannot even populate two planets in the same galaxy. Also, imagine if you could, a war. A War that will last decades, centuries, millennium.

When will the fighting stop? When will the last shot be fired? When will the war end, and which planet be the victor?


Know one knows. Know one cares.

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#373
The Imaginaerum / Literature of the Lost
May 11, 2014, 02:31:08 PM
The looking glass is broken and Alice lays dead. The wonderland of imagination has been lost in the pages of time. No longer is the white rabbit to be late for the tea party, and the mad one can no longer find his hat. The jabberwocky cries a tear of sorrow as the red rose pleads white. The queen has lost her head and the hare of March no longer laughs with the mouse in the door.

There are no more islands of treasure to be found. In the middle of the ocean at 10,000 league's the white whale has passed on in to the plane of extinction, and the lonely mariner sails a forgotten ship as the albatross falls from the sky.

In the grand hall the table is cracked and the circle is broken. The lonely king sits in his empty castle sipping at an empty chalice. Gone is the great wizard, and the sword of kings is lost in a lake of the ladies tears.

Extinguished is the light of the second star. The boys of eternal youth are no longer lost. The nursery is empty, the pixie dust gone. Tick-tock the hook fears not the crock, and Peter Pan has grown old.

The wardrobe lies empty. No more will it be used to visit the land of the lion's and witches. The dawn sinks slowly in the treading sea and the prince cries a tear for his forgotten realms.

At the end of the road on a lonely hill sits a silent house. In the basement the pit lies empty, the pendulum broken, and forevermore the raven quotes silence.

Nine wraiths scatter their dust to the wind, while seven kings hide in their forgotten halls. The fellowship is disbanded as the twin towers lie in ruins. The three have sailed to the new land and the one no longer rules them all. The king shall not return and my precious is lost in the fiery mountain.

On a lonely planet circling a forgotten star nobody takes notice as the ships of the invaders pass by. Their interest in this third rock has diminished and no longer do they watch us. The ships built for the invasion turned to dust and blow across the reddish landscape.

The mirror no longer answers the question of fairness. The beauty sleeps an eternal slumber, and the beast has grown wild. A glass slipper is broken, a hooded cloak stained red with blood, and the enchanted forest burns down. The evil step-mother has won, the poisonous witches fly free, and the big bad wolf has huffed his last puff and now bathes in the sunlight licking his chops.

The old brick road no longer shins its golden glow. The scarecrows mind is smoldering, the fire of his knowledge has been drenched by the water that rusted the Tin man. The great wizard of the emerald city has departed and Lion cowers in fear at the loss of the lovely girl from Kansas.

The coffin is chained shut, locked in a forgotten tomb and A creature fuelled by the liquid of human life sits alone in an empty castle his love lost to the despair of agony that born him to the darkness. No more will he stalk the night in search of a lost love.

The past is forgotten, and the future will never happen. The old guardian of space no longer answers the call to travel, his time has been cut short. His blue box has been forgotten, lost in the pages of time, and the Master's plan forgotten.

Lost are the magical beings of imagination, no more will they grace us with their spells of wonder. The unicorns are gone, the dragon's wings have been clipped and the fairies lay dead. No more will their songs fill the forests with joy and laughter.

The stories of old are lost. Replaced by shock horror quick thrills and cheap love. The imagination of the creators of old is no longer fueled by creativity but by the monsters of greed and money. The science fiction of old has become the science fact of today.

The literature of the imagination has been lost to the eternal sands of time. Forever to collect dust on a forgotten bookshelf in an empty library.
#374
The Imaginaerum / The Time Between Time
May 11, 2014, 02:30:21 PM
In the time between time in the place between here and there I sat and remembered. That one day you said you would not be there anymore. I took it for granted that you would be gone and then the day came and I was alone. And on that day the angels stopped singing, their voices made silent now that you are gone.
When the time between time became the time between now and then I stood there and remembered the day we met. And on that day I cried and you smiled. Then the day came that you left me and I still cried, while you still smiled. Words cannot express the emptiness in my heart. An emptiness that you once filled with your caring embrace. But somehow I know that you are still here forever with me by my side.

In the time between time in the place between here and there you wait for me to leave this mortal plane. And on that day we will we will remember the life we had together, and the love that we shared. A love to last an eternity of lifetimes was what we share, never broken even though you are no longer by my side.

When the time between time became the time between now and then I said I'd never forget you. Even though you're gone I still remember your caressing touch, the smell of your hair in the morning mist. The sweet sound of your voice in the gentle wind of the afternoon, and the sight of your beauty in the evening sunset.

In the time between time in a place between here and there you came to me in a dream. Reassuring me that you are safe, and I should not fear the darkness that has invaded my heart. A darkness that was vanquished by the light of your beauty. An angelic glow that reminds me of the caring you gave to me.

When the time between time became the time between now and then I will laugh once more. The joyfulness has left me since you've been gone. Your spirited chuckle, and your joyous laugh have been silenced. But in time they will be heard again, and at that time we will share our laughter for all to hear.

In the time between time in a place between here and there I will cry no more. On the day that you left I could not smile, I could only cry. The tears of sorrow have now stopped as I know that you are at peace. Safe in the arms of your angels. You still are able to dry my tears of emptiness, and bring about the joy only you could bring.

When the time between time became the time between now and then I will wish a wish that only I can wish. A wish for you to forgive my mistake. A mistake that made me regret a memory that I had forgotten. A memory of the day I had forgotten something important to you. A mistake I never told you, but you knew I had made.

In the time between time in a place between here and there I will wait for you my friend. To be once more by your side to share in the embrace of your caring, and the warmth of your love. And when that day comes in the time between time and the place between now and then I will be with you till the end.
#375
The Imaginaerum / Forgotten Reality
May 11, 2014, 02:29:20 PM
In the darkness of the forgotten emptiness we see the truth of our existence.
A truth clouded in mystery and lost in the void of reality.
A void so dark that we can see so clearly that the mystery of the truth will never be solved.
However the truth of the mystery is all in the belief in our minds.

In our minds we believe were advanced, the top of everything, and the best of all.
But yet we pray to a greater being that we can never see, or touch, or meet.
A faith of broken dreams and false promises clouds our minds to reality.
A reality of emptiness, lost dreams and the forgotten wisdom of the days gone by.

A forgotten wisdom of a brighter time where Angels played in the garden of life.
A place so beautiful that we were blinded to the reality of the demons outside.
A reality of greed, hatred and pain filled the mountains of sorrow.
And the demons waited and watched as we feel into a false security.

A sense of love, a feeling of peace, filled the rage of demon kings and blinded the angels.
The garden of life became the garden of death as the rage within fueled the attack.
The angels fell in a massacre of hate and we were left to the slavery of darkness.
With masters instead of friends to share the journey of life we were left to fend alone.

In the reality that came with a lifetime of hate we created a god to replace the angels that had left us.
For in this god we gave him our love, our peace and devotion.
He bathed in our undeniable attention as we worshiped a being that we can neither see nor hear.
And with this god came a devil to hate the embodiment of anger loathing and fear.

As this devil grew strong the demons they ran, to hide in the darkness and wallow in fear.
For this devil was mean, corrupt and pure evil it spewed on everything it touched.
With a powerful tongue and a handsome demeanor it entered the hearts of man.
A promise of glory to all who would listen, the devil gave birth to the ambition of man.

Our god did not like this and tried to fight back but the devil stood strong and did not back away.
The ambition of man gave the devil more power and in one blow our god was struck down.
Absorbed by the devil our god is corrupted, twisted and sick.
Now hiding in the emptiness of nothingness our god is forgotten, abandoned and alone.

Atop the mountains of sorrow, in a castle of pain, on a throne of anger, the devil rules all.
With a tempting smile the devils feeds our ego, greed and ambition.
He rules with authority, and all whom appose are stricken by the fires of hell.
Cast out of the valley of death, to forever burn in the fires of despair.

Begging for our freedom we pray to god to save our lost souls.
No more dose he listen as we left him once before for a pretty smile and an empty promise.
Alone in our darkness he sits, defended by our cries, and unwilling to help.
But still we pray to an empty god and wait for the day that we will be set free.

The forgotten reality of our lives draws near as we forget all of our pain and fear.
In the comfort of false promises and the truth of a broken dream, we lost all our angels.
Abandoned by our demons and ignored by our god, we gave into temptation and created a devil.
The mystery has been unfolded, the truth has been told and the forgotten wisdom remembered.