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NothingnessBlack. Complete and utter black. 'Maybe there is no afterlife after all...' I thought as I existed in a puddle of nothingness. Nothingness. It's impossible to describe, but the word describes itself so completely, that it makes you want to try and elaborate, and then the nothingness swallows you. Suddenly, a flash. Then another one. Like the flash on a camera, only more sudden, and more painful. No reassuring click that you can stop smiling, or even an exact place where it came from, just a flash, like the entire black nothingness turned into white somethingness, then abruptly returned to black nothingness. I had always believed that if there was an afterlife, I would surely go to hell for all my terrible actions, unspeakably terrible, yet somehow speakably terrible. Like rape. It's unspeakable, yet it's spoken of with no wight whatsoever, like the word has no meaning.This purgatory, as it may seem, is not how they describe it in the Catholic Cathedrals, but more
OC MeetI awoke to the stabbing pain of a knife being drug down my skin, right down my arm. I gasped in pain as the knife was sharply withdrawn, then threw across my forehead. I noticed my arms and legs were bound."Who... who are you?" I said as I tried to shrink back, my assailant hidden from view."The last person you'll ever see." he said as he dug his knife into my thigh, making sure to miss the major arteries and veins. It was then that I got a good look at the knife. It wasn't a knife, but a spoon, and knew exactly who it was."Dorian" I coughed, "how-why-when- how'd you get here?! Why are you attacking me?!" I shouted in terror as I realized that my own creation, a murderous lunatic, had made his way out of the deep realms of my troubled mind, and into the real world. In reply to my question, he snickered, and proceeded to very carefully dig the blade into my scalp."This is an art, you know? You really should have more appreciation for it, after all, you aren't quite the ideal canvas.
First Day of School V.2James was aghast, the first person to talk to him at school, was a squeaky, giggly, obnoxious girl. He was so infuriated, that he took a few seconds to respond, and when he did it wasn't with words, it was with a pencil. He stabbed her in the eye with his pencil, and stepped back with an evil grin on his face as blood, pieces of her eye, and brain matter poured down her face.
First Day of SchoolJames was terrified. The firs person at school who said a word to him was a girl. A very pretty one, too. He was speechless, and had just stood there dazed, as she giggled at him."You're cute, what's your name? I'm Sarah." the girl giggled. James shook himself back into reality, and said meekly"I'm James... hi..." The girl giggled again'Why does she keep giggling at me?' James pondered as she kept giggling. Perturbed, he turned to walk away, and she grabbed him by the arm."Don't go yet! Class doesn't start for another five minutes! What grade are you in?" she said in a cutesy manner."Uh... 10th... what grade are you in?" James replied, trying to keep up with the small talk. He really liked her, but didn't know what to say."I'm in 10th too! We'll be in the same class!" she giggled more.'I'm begging to think the only thing she's good for is giggling...' James thought."I should really get to class... see you around?" James asked bashfully."Definitely." she replied with a wink.'D