Starnold87

As he sat there, he pondered, saw, and suffered. The vanity, envy and greed had overwhelmed and destroyed. Like a sweeping tide it had cast aside the beauty that was and tore it asunder. In truth it was not a quick change, no, nothing so ghastly could. The torture had been long, so very long, stretching the fibers of purity until they wore and popped. And when they did- the voices, the terror and the pleas, yes the pleas of those victims those who…suffered?-NO! This was their creation now, not his, they had doomed themselves, they had created their…pain? punishment?...sin. They stripped themselves, lost their flesh and took on a new

And so I shall look at you and pitty you. If man was created to be this weak then they are meaningless. So, cling to your hope and perhaps it shall save you, or merely make it quick.

       I sit here and feel empty, alone, void. I look up only to see fulfillment, joy and pleasure. Where is my relief? Where has it gone? I have seen the death of joy in a place that no one wants to visit. I have lost my heart beat in canyons and gorges filled with unspeakable woes. I have traversed to the point that I have been forced to lean rather than stand. Where is my hope!? Where is my joy!? Where is my comfort!? Are they forbidden to me? Have I done ill in my actions? Why must I continue to suffer when suffering is all that I have!?        Yet…I strive. I str

I took a turn a thought, a moment, a prayer. I saw only confusion. A world of black and color. Up was down and down was up, so I took the step. I felt yet swam, breathed and gasped, nothing was real but all was not surreal. The truth was there, at least buried behind it all, swimming across the color and black. My truth was lost as I left it behind, trying to escape reality, to find new thought. I swam, fell, walked deeper never truly knowing only feeling. I finally reached out touching my treasure and felt it crumble in my hands. The anger and horror raced through me until I merely stopped. This truth was not to be held, rather known. The co

Expanse Space La Courian Date: 4325, Age of Expanse, Age of Emperor Ruçaun Tegan Date: 1567, Lord Rihn of the 12th Dynasty, 2nd House The dark of space stretched, encompassing everything around it. The nothing that is space is hard to describe. Its sheer vast emptiness could drive any person insane. With nothing around them except emptiness, it had been recorded that many men could rarely hold together against the strain of such inexistence. Yet despite the blackness if one was to stare out they would see the distant stars that act as markers in the expanse. These beacons blinked and twinkled for those who watched them, giving hope t

A journey to the end; some would say is impossible, but we chose to go. We wanted to see, to hear, to feel, to believe what was there when there was nothing more. It was not hard to find we merely shut our eyes and dreamed. Together we moved across mountains, stars, rivers and plains; through people, buildings, life and death. Nothing could touch us yet we could touch everything. Finally, we found it a point were everything flowed yet nothing was born. Nothing ended, yet everything began. Dreams of hope, love, peace, tears of desperation, hate and fear flowed down this endless stream and soared over the realm of the world. You wanted to watch

At first it was unnoticeable. It was a shimmer, a voiceless, powerless murmur. It barely even moved, a menial vibration, a nothing, a void within a void. So it sat. It pondered and made sure to grow within itself, building, consuming all around it. Nothing was untouched. All that came within its grasp was taken, noticed and returned. Then at one moment it bulged. At first it was a minor transgression a thought, a slip, a misspoken word. Then another transgression, more perverse than before now a reach, a touch, a grasp. It craved, with desire it grew. Each thought becoming more than before, overwhelming the thinker, coming undone, no longer w

The cold, the biting cold, tears through the flesh to the bone. It strikes, it pains, it lingers. No longer can feeling survive only numbness and the distance that it brings. The continuing cold trips all thought, all feeling, all emotion into nothingness. All things have stopped, there is no movement, there is no motion there is no life. A dark cell of cold and fear is all that remains. Then from the darkness a spark, a creation a message of hope; an act of kindness, selflessness, generosity. It begins at the core. It builds spreading across the cold ridden cell. The heart begins to stir, it awakens and pounds, shattering the ice incasing it

I watched it, pondering it, staring at it, hating it, loving it, and craving it. It was a mound a nothing, an entity that was not. It did not budge it did not move, it was unwavering through its existence not defiant. It was alive as a stone, a hump in existence a nothing to no one and everything. And then I saw it a faint speck, a glimmer of hope. The essence of all else, it came to it seeking it almost as a boy would seek a new animal; An essence of curiosity of hope, a beacon that would release it unto the world so that it could become something more. I saw the life breathed into It. The all giving life, the essence that was to become some