Bad Fiction Ep. 5 & 6 [Bonus Content]

Bad Fiction Ep. 5

“It’s been five years, two week and one day. This was the first time it snowed more than one night. I woke up to this beautiful sight of you and the snow covered houses and roads. I missed this.” I said, sipping my hot coffee.

“It must feel nice.” She replied.

“Yeah, I haven’t had this feeling since I killed Santa.” I say with a new found love for Christmas.

“I’m glad you can enjoy this time of the year again.” She said in a very relieved tone.

“Took me some time, glad I back.” I turn, looking at her… She was wearing a hoodie, holding her coffee mug, smiling.

“You know, since you’re back…” She said with a suggestive smile on her face.

“What? No…” I said in disbelief.

She took a step back and pouted, I didn’t know this would have such an effect on her.

“Come on, don’t be like this.” I said.

“Then satisfy me.” She said with a stern look on her face.

I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say.

“Please…” She begged.

I was frustrated, but determined to do it. I wanted this Christmas to be special. Something really special.

“Fine, let’s do this.” I said this knowing that the world would be turned upside-down.

She started smiling again, she started jumping on the bed, rushing towards the closet to get her clothes.

“I’ll be ready in five minutes, puddin’.” She said.

“Puddin’…” I say snickering. Why was she calling me that? I never knew why. And especially after all this time. Maybe it was just nostalgia. But I felt like I could laugh again. Really laugh. Let’s see if that’s what I need.

“I. Am. Ready!” She said way too enthusiastically. 

I was way too concentrated to noticed her outfit at first, or to listen to whatever she was saying. Suddenly my hearing comes back and I hear her…

“Come on, Puddin’. Why so serious? Can’t you smile for me?”

“Ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahaha. Merry Christmas, dear.” I say.

“That’s better. Now let’s go kill the new Santa, that’s my gift to you.” She says smiling from ear to ear. But I was afraid. I haven’t done this in quite a while…

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Bad Fiction Episode 6

Lawrence-Sama enters the room. Bruce is shook, trembling with fear at the size of his Sama’s Hatsune Miku.

Lawrence-sama: Bow to me.

Bruce-kun: Yes, master.

Lawrence-sama: Why isn’t my seat warm? You know how my Hatsune likes the sit!

Bruce-kun: Y-yes, I’m sorry. So, sorry.

As he takes his rightful place as the Captain of the SSFH, Lawrence-sama angered by the fact that Adamu and Jamesu weren’t at their posts, he uses instant transmission. Only two find the two of the cucking each other.

Lawrence-sama: What the fuck are you guys doing? We have to go to Animetion-5-Sektor. Why are you cucks cucking right now?

Adam: I’m so sorry, it’s just been so long.

James: You never give us any free time, we had to do something.

Lawrence-sama: Not in here, not right now. We’re on a very important mission right now!!! The fate of the Teeth of the Rooster are at fucking risk, you cucks.

All were very upset about this situation, not just due to the blue balls the three were having, but also because of the already huge amounts of the word “cuck” in this Bad Fiction Episode. As they went towards the command deck, Elyse suddenly emerged from the room… Angry… Hissing, as her blue skin was falling off, she went on a rampage. Kicking a box for thirty minutes, until a gentleman named Ben the Son came and calmed her down, by petting her head. We learned that she was mourning the death of Fart of the Hands, one of her best friends. He had died in a tragic accident whist giving her an abortion. Anyway, back on the command deck, Lawrence-sama finally calmed down too, as they set sail towards the Animetion-5-Sektor. Where Lawrence-sama was promised to marry a princess. Suddenly an SOS signal came through. It was the SS-Bungalow, Captain /\ had brought too much rhye and corn on board, with oates overflowing.

Lawrence-sama: What the fuck /\?! Didn’t I tell you not to do this anymore? This is what? The third time? God fucking damn it! I’m supposed to pick out my fucking waifu, not help you.

Bones: Ha! You mean like I picked your mom up?

Lawrence-sama: God damn it, Bones! Not now.

After five years in space, eating oats, rhye and corn, the SSFH was finally back on road. Shitting bricks, with no one able to cuck, fuck, suck or cum anything but fiber. Yet the one thing that they all noticed, it was that they got ripped, not jacked, but ripped.

They finally jumped to Animetion-5-Sektor, Lawrence’s Hatsune Miku was growing. They finally got there, it was everything he imagined. The physics, the shapes, the bounciness, the ratios, it was heaven. They finally landed the damn ship, after a few hours of roaming around looking at everything. As they landed a voice is heard: “You’re not the real one. I am.” In shock Lawrence-Sama looks around to find the source of the voice… It was a laptop.

Laptop IG: I am the original, I am the real one.

Lawrence-sama: No, no you are not! How dare you? I am!!! I am the quintessential gamer!!! You were no one!

Laptop IG: Join me, brothers, sister! You know I would never treat you like shitbags, like he does! You know where the glory days were! You know who’s the real one! The authentic one! The only one!

The two entered a starring contest… It was intense, the most intense competition of strength, wit and power.

The rest of the crew left… As the two have died of low blood sugar and running out of power consequentially.

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I Killed Santa

It is said that curiosity killed the cat… Well, I killed Santa with my curiosity.

I was 5 or 6 years old, a very curious child like all children, always questioning things and the reality of them. I caught on the way the world works very fast, so you could imagine that in my wonder and awe I knew something was wrong for a fat guy to go all around the world to give children presents. And for some reason my younger brother followed me, in this childhood destroying path, well of course he had little to no idea what I was searching for.

But often I consider myself a bit of an asshole for doing this, purposely trying to screw up or find unhappiness in my life. By doing all sorts of odd stuff, like just annoying people with seemingly stupid questions, but when you stay and think about them, you have no real answer to them. Or I do anything else but what people advise me to. But the second part it's mainly due to the fact that I disagree with their point that was made or arguments that were brought for that supposed action. Which makes people mad, but if people bring me great arguments, then I am willing to participate as long as it is in my, let's call it, code.

So yeah, eventually I started at 5 years old searching for hidden presents, of course, my parents hid them very well, so after I checked everything, I gave up that Christmas. A year later with the help of my brother we found "Santa" and at least for me that's when I killed him, for my brother, well maybe a year later. So basically my Christmas was from then on: "Here you go, merry Christmas." Even though they thought that I didn't know about "Santa". I just killed the biggest joy of the Christmas as a child, besides getting paid for singing like a little horrible shit, caroling and having money for sweets. I had ruined presents and the only time I felt appreciated and some happiness when it came to family.

Curiosity can help you grow up, but in my case it just killed Santa and the magical part of Christmas.

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New Short Story Series Announcement: Attropolis

History, our way to reminisce about the way we were, to be fascinated by our own past actions and keep stories that might have been lost to time. They say that those that do not know history are doomed to repeat it. Just look at the resurgence of Nazis, a perfect example of just that. Then again, there are people that still know the history and the only thing they can do is observe. It seems to me that either way we’re doomed. Yet the late great Stephen Hawking has said that you shouldn’t look to history to learn anything, because history is the history of fools. And if I may add, greed, misjudgement and misplaced anger and frustration. Which applies to today as well. This series looks at a period in time of extraordinary potential and that we still know little about. Following some interesting couple of characters and their day to day life in two of the biggest civilizations of the ancient world, that had an impact on our understanding of history and the world we live in today, Ancient Rome and the Early Roman Empire and Ancient Greece under the rule of the Roman Empire. A story that has never been told until today, after the revelations of the author of this series regarding the time period. The main protagonists of this story are Juliusegos and Hippos, two rambunctious boys, one from Rome and one from a small city in ancient Greece. Attropolis will be the story that brings their legends to light and their life back into glory, as these two have been lost to time and their tragedy lost to too much sorrow. In an attempt to learn about the traditional Roman and Greek family, culture, education and lifestyle, something that hasn’t been attempted before, at least not to this level. Attropolis will span over 52 weekly chapters over the whole of 2019. This coming of age story promises you war, precises and graphic details of a vivid past world that has come and gone, leaving an impressive mark on human history. Not just that, but love stories, hard hitting commentary on society, historical facts and past beliefs that will draw you into this ancient world. With all that said, I do welcome you to Attropolis, a one of a kind story, starting with a prelude next week. And the official start in January 5th.

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Bad Fiction Ep. 3 & 4 [Bonus Content]

Bad Fiction Episode 3

It was a Tuesday afternoon. The clouds were gathering a few miles away from our town. The sun was approaching its target, as the sky grew red, purple and orange. That was the faithful moment the two met. It was after hours, somewhere after the building they were working in. As their eyes met, their feet started getting in sync. They were walking at the same pace, it was something wonderful. Like finding your one true love in a split second. The tension between them was electric, the sparks were flying. The danger signs were showing all around them. You couldn’t even approach them. Because if you did, you’d get electrocuted. It was something magical, something everyone dreams of. A fairy tale in real life. Time flew by, as each step drew them closer to each other. Nothing stopped them from getting on each other right there and then. In the middle of the street. No one stopping them, because they knew… They knew that what they had could never be matched. They knew that people would stand in awe at their chemistry, something as amazing as this would never show its head ever again. So, as the sun set, as the first stars glew on the sky. As the universe seemed to have aligned just for them, the got even closer. At this point the people around them were in mortal danger. Their sparks were flying left and right, he was biting his lips. She was biting her other lips, people were getting hot and bothered just by being in their vicinity. She loved him, like a love song, baby. Because he was a dangerous kind of guy, a special kind of guy. With he was a spinner boy, he was telling her to fidget his spinner, kind of boy. She touched him, he started moaning. People were looking, but they didn’t care. He was touching her legs, she was trembling. The earth was shaking, he was like a superstar. She was his muse. After five minutes of foreplay, she started screaming, he kept moaning. The moon was bright and full in the sky, everyone admired them. But after another five minutes she grew tired of his moaning and bitching about everything. Because he kept saying he wanted to crack open a cold one with the bois and she wanted to see him do nose dives on the pavement. He couldn’t leave since she got that milkshake that caught him in the first place. Nothing really made any sense for him anymore, as he felt like a Pokemon in a PokeBall, caught by that bastard Giovanni, just because he could do nose dives and be a Licktung. And it was all so obvious, because he was a boy, and she was a girl. And they super liked each other on Tinder, even though they both were fifteen. Such a romance wasn’t even heard of since Romeo and Juliet, such a thing of beauty no one wrote since Shakespeare. And I am that guy to write this. Obviously the story ends with the two lovers breaking up after a week of relationship and they both gave up on women and men, respectively. As she became a feminist and he became a woman. #woke #TheEnd

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Bad Fiction Episode 4 - A Star Wars Episode

“It has been years.” said Luke.

He looked up, as to signal that the end has begun already.

“I need a teacher.” said Rey.

“I can’t teach you.” said Luke. “It’s time for the Jedi to end.”

The air got heavier, a darkness was spreading around us.

“It is time…” said a familiar voice.

“It isn’t!” Luke screamed. 

Rey stood there in shock. The cave shook with Luke’s voice.

Scared, Rey asked “What just happened?”

“It’s nothing.” Luke responded.

“Skywalker, now is your turn.” said Kenobi.

“No, it’s not. This can’t happen again.” replied Luke flustered.

“Hmm… Must you do. Duty have you.” said Yoda.

“Like you did?” Luke screamed again.

In shock Rey stands in a corner, afraid to reach to him. Yet she gets some courage to ask Luke: “Who are you talking to?”

“Kenobi and Yoda.” disgruntled he replied. “They are force ghosts now.” e continued.

‘I see.” said Rey with a concerned look on her face.

“For you to bring this to an end, you have to do this.” said Kenobi annoyed by Luke’s attitude.

“You must repent for your mistakes, I know how hard this can be. I am your father.”

“I know, stop saying that.” replied Luke that was about to exploded into pieces. “Why are you guys here?” he continued.

As this continued, Rey went to the Falcon. As he entered the ship, Chewy was looking at her with hope in his eyes. As she shook her head to signal a no, she went to the comms to talk to Leia.

“Rey?” Leia asked.

“Yes, it’s me. I found him.” Rey responded.

“And?”

“I’m sorry… He isn’t himself.”

In disbelief Leia asked: “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“Well… He has dementia. He started talking to dead people. Right now he is in an argument with some Yenobi and Koda.”

Chewy growled.

“Oh… Well, we’re going to have to do this on our own.” said General Leia.

And that’s why Luke was the last Jedi. The End.

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A ghost

I'm a dependent ghost...

I always thought that I'm some more, something that the world doesn't understand or comprehend. I've always stood and watched, life, people, nature, take its course and watch them flout away on a river that never moves, you could call it the longest river in existence. I've seen so much tragedy, so much pain, and yet still want to believe in what's right in this world. Still want to change the wrongs of people, even though no one listens to me. It's hopeless, but that's me a hopeless romantic, I'm stupid for believing or even trying. I want to give the world a hand of hope, an alternative to everything that is wrong and yet I can't even bring myself to stand up straight in the morning and change the way I live. I want so much more from the world to be and to reach it's true potential and thinking that I might get a response from a few, to wake up a feeling in them, or a thought. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this? When even I can't really feel anything anymore, or change or do anything anymore. I'm nothing left but a empty shell, a ghost that wonders this world hopelessly depending on the idea of something more than what it is today. I depend on the idea of love, improvement, criticism.

The truth is, I might be less than everyone I have ever looked down on. I'm not smarter than everyone I have ever met. I can't be, because I can't do anything other than depend on ideas without the courage of deciding what's right or wrong. And someone like me can't see what's right or wrong anymore, doesn't see it, because I once had a reason, so I'm lying to myself saying that it still exists, even though it's long gone. I've been on this self-destructive path so long, that I became a ghost and everyone around me is now just a memory. It's hard for someone stupid like me, I only understood now after years of self-torture. Now when I have no more reason to really live. I'm looked at something that it's pitiful, that had potential and remain something no one will ever look at again. I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm all alone now. There are voices of the past, I want to fix them and make them go away.

I want to escape and start a new, but I'm dependent, I'm stupid and I don't understand. I buried my head in music for a long time, expressing feelings that I had. Then it was learning, drinking, smoking, even working. Recently I buried myself writing lyrics, poetry, stories and reading, lots of reading and time spent on the internet. I can't sleep anymore, every night I'm awake, and even when I want to sleep all I do is look at the ceiling and I'm chocked up with tears. I have no idea what I'm doing right now. Everything is dark, people are so confusing, nothing works for me anymore. I'm sad, but it feels good to feel sad, because it's the only thing I can be honest right now. That and the fact that I became a ghost.

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Death of Love's Hero.

There once was a boy,

In this perfect world that everybody lived in. Every person could find their place or just travel until they would. Love was found every where, you could see it in the eyes of men, women and children. Dreams were fulfilled, people were happy, so why in a perfect world, do we tell this story about a happy boy? Well he was happy, but not normal, not like everyone else normal. In every story there must be a balance, like in every world and if the balance get's too one sided. Well, not too long until someone will bring the balance back. With everyday he grew and with every negative response he got, he felt like he was pushed and bullied, day by day, he failed seeing the points of those that pushed him time after time. His understanding was short of logic and reason, the pieces didn't make any sense, nothing had it's place. Day after day he asked around to find that piece that could tie at least two pieces together, but he failed to find them. He tried for years, through puberty, and even after. Getting himself closed in a corner of a house, trapped and short in sight.

The moon became his best friend, the voice of reason was agreeing with him saying "Why are they doing this? It's harmful!". The moon always told him: "The universe might seem to be a mess, but everything has it's point and everything is in it's place.". Starting to thing that he's crazy, talking to the moon and himself trying to figure out what's wrong with him or the world. Frustration was building up inside him, stress was killing him, no one understood him, so short was this young man to snapping and losing it. He never understood why it was him, that couldn't do one thing right? How come in this perfect world this amazing universe, made the most imperfect man there could be? He needed relief and the only way he knew to express himself was by writing, he began writing lyrics, stories, he wrote everything down that hurt him. So he wrote songs two a day, stories more than you could ever read in two life times. His way of dealing with the world didn't change anything, but freed him, at least for a minute of peace, until everything crashed again. Escaping was no option ,there was no place to run, even though he began to roam the world.

Years of writing and traveling and he still didn't understand how in this world, the only thing he got was hate or rejection. He knew people weren't against him, but they were for themselves. With every dream crushed and every negative response, he managed to get back on his feet. Because the only thing he desired was to find that one place, that had love for him, that understood what he wanted. That dream of building a world around a person, and every time their world would collapse to rebuild it. Even at the thought of knowing that there is such a place, his power grew stronger and stronger. And his sight was narrower and narrower by day. Until the faithful day when he collapsed on his knees screaming: "If there is one person, in this world..." and thus giving his last breath, dying somewhere unheard as the man that love would call him his hero.

The story says that there was no one since him to give such love to the world, because no one ever heard of him and no one knew him. He was a silenced romantic that died for love, but noticed by nobody.

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Bad Fiction Ep. 1 & 2 [Bonus Content]

Bad Fiction Ep. 1

As I lift my eyes up, looking at the sky. It dawned on me, the burn of my peehole was a result of all that love I had in me.

“Why are you crying?” she asked like nothing happened.

“It’s nothing, I’m just distraught.” I lied to her. It was the fact that my poopy hole was itching, and she didn’t take her eyes of me. They were really slimey.

“It’s okay, baby.” She continued.

It was not okay, between my two problems the erection she had was only making things harder for me. And the fact that the spaghetti I ordered was so salty, made me think of all those League players I bummed.

“Do you want something for dessert? Or do you want to have dessert at home?” She asked then winked at me. In all honesty, I had no fucking idea what she was talking about. Since she put her finger in the cream the waiter brought her for the coffee.

“Yes, I would like something sweet, not sour.” I said. She frowned afterwards. I was pleased, she looked better when she frowned. Like Batman, but sexier. Since she didn’t need a costume. She was a mystery for me, yet I can’t forget about her and that dinner… As if this wasn’t the last time we’re going to see each other in such a setting.

Bad Fiction Ep. 2

It was a faithful day. The time seemed to stop. The sun was shining. We bathe in its rays for the first eight hours. We were simply delighted.

“What a great day.” She spoke softly.

“Indeed.” I responded in a crass voice.

“Hopefully tomorrow will be the same.” She said with hope and a smile on her face.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” We both screamed. We didn’t know whose smile flew on her face.

“I love you!” We heard as the sky shook.

“I love you!” It continued the voice, as it seemed to get closer.

“I lo…”

“We know!” We shouted back and interrupted the voice.

“Hmph!” We heard, as everything was wrapped in a blinding light. It started to rain, with every drop we heard a matching scream.

“You two are rude, hope you both freeze to death. Have a good night.” Said the voice, as the air was filled with the smell of cooked bacon, burnt hair and screams of agony. The blinding light turned to darkness, the heat of the day turned to freezing cold. As the faithful day turned to a sleazy night. The crying of the sun could still be heard sometimes, even though we haven’t see him take to our sky to give us warmth.

“Betty?” I asked, with no answer, sadly.

“Betty?” I asked again, trying to find some hope in this darkness. Everything under my feet seemed to be ashes. I fill my mouth with some meat that I found on the ground. I was hungry. The screams died down, it seems I was alone. I would have cried, if my eyes wouldn’t have melted. Especially knowing that this meat tasted like my sweet Betty. My sweet and dear cow. It was the last time i actually ate anything. And that was fifteen years ago.

“Do you love me now?” I hear again… As everything burns once again. But it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was just searching for love.

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Censor$%&p

Humans... The only beings that use articulate means of expressing themselves, but also censoring themselves.

We use different means of communicating with each other, either by spoken words, written words, sign language or body language. We use languages to express ourselves and transmit information and so on and so forth, I think you might know well what languages are used for. But we're also the only creatures to express, define and understand an infinity of things, essences, ideas, feelings and so on. So why censor any of it? Isn't the beauty of humanity to express ourselves in the words we use? Why is it that people think that a certain more vulgar way of expressing, and explaining things is crude and childish? I think that limiting the use of languages in any way is nothing but harmful and it let's language to be used as a tool for carefully crafted manipulation and masking of the truth. Even though the same limitations do backfire when it's used by public speakers or politicians. And when I say masking of the truth I don't mean conspiracy stuff, I am referring to everything. There's a way to express things directly and in a simple way, but the use of over-complicated words and censoring makes a cover for many loopholes and interpretations. Even for things that should be expressed directly.

And then there is the "Why?" when it comes to censoring, many people consider censoring of the language in movies or any type of content for what? To preserve the innocence of children? Not let children be exposed to profanity? Isn't that the same problem as the idea of sex talk? Where parents and society in general avoid talking about sexuality because they don't know how to explain it? Which leads to problems like what is consent and teen pregnancies? Not exposing children to profanity, sex and sexuality or violence, does not help them in any way, they will see or hear about it in any way, shape or form. And there won't be anyone to explain it to them, which like I said can lead to big unforeseen problems, because usually the response from authorities like parents or teachers is to scold the children, instead of educating them. Which ultimately will have the opposite result, making them want to use the words in the utmost worst way. Instead of being curious of why and learn to understand.

And while we're on it, we have to talk about sensitivity. I don't get the idea of being insulted, offended and so sensitive to words in the first place. Words can't bare any weight to them if you don't give them power in the first place, so being insulted because someone said something is plain stupid. Instead of being offended or insulted why not educate and talk to them? If that doesn't work then don't bother with them anymore, it just isn't worth it. And I have to mention again the fact that jokes, jokes are a free for all and it's the pure form of uncensored language. And bringing up people to be sensitive to jokes or any words for that matter, does nothing but... Well look at this past generations and today's generation to see how sensitive are people. Now I have to say this, I am not saying that being insulted, offended by words, jokes, insults is a bad thing. Because when it comes to certain things it is important to feel offended or insulted, but by words and ideas that diminish a certain group of people, being by ethnic, sexual preferences or human rights.

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Address to a dress

Let's just get over with this.

God damn it, the sexiest thing a woman or anyone can have is not their mind. A mind is nothing tangible or sexy in the slightest, neither is(referring to being sexy) her/his brains. So please stop saying that, here's the thing. For someone to be sexy it means that they must think, act, be a certain way to appear more appealing to someone. It means maybe for some to have confidence, to smile a lot, the way they talk, walk, flirt, express themselves. Those are things that make someone be sexy, attractive or appealing. Not their mind, brain or heart, secondly not everyone can be sexy, attractive or appealing. Let's face it (or maybe not), some are fat and disgusting, some don't wash themselves and are disgusting, finally some are just damn ugly and disgusting. And there is nothing sexy about that unless you make it so, with the help of fetishes.

No matter how intelligent, approachable, mature, wise, cunning a person might seem when you talk to them, ultimately after seeing all those things, your boner (visible or not) is going to be because of your physical attraction towards her. Not your urge to fuck her mind or brain, because there are many people you can be attracted just in a physical way, without even noticing what they are saying. That's why there are so many "hot" and sexy and attractive people to which we look up to. We really don't give a rats ass about what they think, feel or say, as long as we are attracted to the physically, we can forgive and forget a lot of bullshit. Besides many people even if they are mature, wise, intelligent, they are not sexy, most of them you can ignore or at least don't want to get to know them better. Well that's unless they are attractive and you're willing to sacrifice your peace just to be with them.

Want proof? Well here's a good example, Emma Stone. She believes her grandfather, which she never met and has passed away, leaves 25 cents around her house/apartment. Kesha thinks she fucked a ghost, Tom Cruise thinks aliens did something to us, just look up scientology (too long to discuss and I'm not willing to do that right now). And I could go on for hours on end, the point is, we do not care, we find them sexy, attractive, hot or dreamy. But not due to their minds or/and brains, and it's bullshit. No, actually it's hypocritical of every woman/man that says that the sexiest thing about someone is their mind, because what everyone looks for and judges a future partner first and foremost is how they look. If they do not like that or are not attracted enough by you, than what do you think really does not matter? Looks or brains? If that would be true, the fact that the mind is the sexiest thing anyone can have, we would have had from now until the dawn of time, people competing to be the smartest person on this planet or universe, rather than posting shitty fucking quotes on social media.

[Take this short story rant for what it is.]

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To The Black Coated Red

From Me,

I feel like a dumb-ass, but I don't know how to reach you otherwise or how to make you realize it. I am trapped in between the walls you created. I am simply stuck, and creepily as this might seem, you left me to death when I wonder towards the black coated red you used on me, even though unwillingly. I don't know why yours worked when nothing else did before on me like that. And I write to you again from the corner of the black coated red where some dark escapes to bring some light, even though it might never reach you as I want to.

The more I stay here and think about it, the more I don't want to leave, the more I try to leave and find an exit to all this, the pain only increases in intensity, yet I enjoy it. It works my mind in a weird way and the conflict excites me, just as the improbability drives me. The odds of death and misery to those of disappointment only for a piece of happiness are thrilling. Just the thought of the forbidden fruit that might be hidden either ,inside this place of black coated red where you trapped, or somewhere outside these walls, me makes me smile like an idiot. As a flawed human there's nothing more I desire than that which you hid from me, even though it might be just an illusion  or a lie, I want to take that chance for only one bite, just like Eve bit into the apple. And risk an eternity in hell for one simple taste of Eden. 

I am getting blinded by darkness, though there's still a glimmer of light in the corner of my eye that guides me nowhere, but holds me running in circles. And shadows seem to grow around me taller and taller to take my last piece of light and empty my sight, but I close my eyes to see a brighter light, one that frees me from the black coated red you've entangled me. A place where I can see stars again and that black coated red is nowhere to be seen, just a simple pixel in the vast past that once was shelter or a chamber of torture. The touch of the free soul of mine with the stars is nothing but soothing and smooth. I finally found the place I wanted us to arrive at from the start, that piece of Eden in hell. 

Yet here I am feeling pressure on my chest, suffocating slowly, as I open my eyes to see the black coated in red taking my last breath and smile as I am relieved of my misery.

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