Post by Jalathas on Jun 10, 2007 2:16:07 GMT -5
Alright, I still couldn't work on my short story, but I did get this written. What do you think?
As I stared at the pages, I found my eyes unfocusing and blurring the words as I tried to read them. I'd been studying for hours, but the only effect it seemed to have had was to bore me out of my mind. I stood up to stretch, sighing, and let my eyes wander. Across the room, something caught my tired eye. The Green Day poster on my wall was moving! I walked over to get a closer look. The image was twisted and distorted, the band members' faces meshing with instruments and warping into strange shapes, like the creation of a demented photoshopper. As I stared at the changing picture, a voice seemed to beckon me towards it. I stepped forward, and the edges of reality unfolded around me. I found myself formless, in an empty back void beyond all comprehension. I could see nothing, but at the same time I saw everything. I saw all that occurred on Earth, the fighting and peacemaking, the births and the deaths. I saw the horrors that men can commit, and the kindnesses they can show. I saw slaughter and intolerance and hate, and I saw compassion, charity, and good deeds. I saw that every man and woman wants the same things, and I saw how every conflict could have been avoided if everyone had just stopped and tried to talk it out. I saw soldiers fighting, dying for reasons they barely understood. I saw families starving while their neighbors feasted. I saw men taking everything they could from whomever they could take it from, and reaching for more when they realized that it couldn't make them happy. I saw people divided, separated, and segregated into their own ever-smaller groups for no reason other than because they could. I saw those same people directing fear and anger at other groups just like theirs because they saw them as different and different as bad. I saw everything wrong with the world, and I knew that all it would take to fix it was a little understanding. I felt myself drawing downwards, and looked closer. I saw myself, sleeping at my desk, my head cradled in my arms over my algebra book. I woke up. I glanced around at my room. My poster was normal, and I seemed never to have moved from my desk. I sat for a moment, looked down at my book, and then closed it and walked outside. My grades might suffer, but some things were more important than studying...
As I stared at the pages, I found my eyes unfocusing and blurring the words as I tried to read them. I'd been studying for hours, but the only effect it seemed to have had was to bore me out of my mind. I stood up to stretch, sighing, and let my eyes wander. Across the room, something caught my tired eye. The Green Day poster on my wall was moving! I walked over to get a closer look. The image was twisted and distorted, the band members' faces meshing with instruments and warping into strange shapes, like the creation of a demented photoshopper. As I stared at the changing picture, a voice seemed to beckon me towards it. I stepped forward, and the edges of reality unfolded around me. I found myself formless, in an empty back void beyond all comprehension. I could see nothing, but at the same time I saw everything. I saw all that occurred on Earth, the fighting and peacemaking, the births and the deaths. I saw the horrors that men can commit, and the kindnesses they can show. I saw slaughter and intolerance and hate, and I saw compassion, charity, and good deeds. I saw that every man and woman wants the same things, and I saw how every conflict could have been avoided if everyone had just stopped and tried to talk it out. I saw soldiers fighting, dying for reasons they barely understood. I saw families starving while their neighbors feasted. I saw men taking everything they could from whomever they could take it from, and reaching for more when they realized that it couldn't make them happy. I saw people divided, separated, and segregated into their own ever-smaller groups for no reason other than because they could. I saw those same people directing fear and anger at other groups just like theirs because they saw them as different and different as bad. I saw everything wrong with the world, and I knew that all it would take to fix it was a little understanding. I felt myself drawing downwards, and looked closer. I saw myself, sleeping at my desk, my head cradled in my arms over my algebra book. I woke up. I glanced around at my room. My poster was normal, and I seemed never to have moved from my desk. I sat for a moment, looked down at my book, and then closed it and walked outside. My grades might suffer, but some things were more important than studying...