Depressing Thoughts by e-herowindmaster, literature
Literature
Depressing Thoughts
Why are we here? Are we alone in this? Why do we suffer so? Are we touched by God? Will it always be this way? Is there a purpose to it all? Will this patience and perserverance be rewarded? If so, will it be with more suffering? We cling to the edge of existence, Hurtling into the great beyond... Hoping, praying, to find some meaning to something. To anything at all. Life may be a highway, But it appears that we flew off the road a long time ago... It is up to ourselves to find our way once more...
Ignore the gestures of the willing and the hopeful, Go about your business knowing that you leave despair in your wake. Don't dwell on it - You aren't ready for a relationship anymore. It won't "fall into your lap" like so many songs said; They take hard, endless work... And you are so tired that this seems like an insurmountable hurdle. Register the complaints of callousness; Wear the title of cold-hearted as an ill-fitting coat. The "right person", the "soulmate"... It's all meaningless, it doesn't exist. Not for you, not since you awoke alone in an unfamiliar world. This is fine, you tell yourself. They only see a facet, a fleeting glimpse, not the whole image of you. The world tore away at you until all that remained is what is standing here. Cold, half-empty... obsolete and oh so bitter and jaded. Friendships, relationships... all fall apart - Blow away like ash in the wind, Burnt remains of something that no longer exists. At this stage you cling to what you have left Like a
Wake up in a haze of anger, dread and panic -
Stumble to the bathroom,
Water in my face as I attempt to prepare for the day ahead.
Look back towards my bed -
Its beckoning me to jump back into it and hide.
Ignore it, it's a distraction I cannot permit.
Close my eyes, breathe deep.
Walk out into my life again.
See the people look at me without seeing me -
Putting on a façade
And the curtain is apparently impossible to glimpse behind.
Tired and alone and hurt and betrayed by humanity,
Drag myself home after another day in my life.
Carelessly detach myself from everything,
Clamber back into the chamber that feels like my only sanctuary.
Cl
Character Profile: Ol' Norry WIP by e-herowindmaster, literature
Literature
Character Profile: Ol' Norry WIP
"Young'uns like you ought ta take notice of ol' Norry's wisdom, see - I's been potterin' aboot long enough ta learn a t'ing or two, an' I's can tell you, you don' get to be ol' Norry's age wit'oot heeding your elders." - Old Norry, ranting at the youth. Name: Norry, surname unknown or forgotten [affectionately known as Old Man Norry or simply Ol' Norry, as he calls himself] Age: Unknown, believed to be in his late 250s but to be honest, the crotchety old geezer doesn't keep track anymore Characteristics and Traits: Being a ghoul, a necro-human, or whatever folks wish to call the radiation-induced necrosis and immortality, tends to mutate the bearer of the condition in interesting ways. Some ghouls are wiry, thin and deceptively fast, with a wit to match. These individuals also appear to be the most numerous group, as a side effect of the ghoul-inducing process means that many individuals no longer need to sustain themselves on as much food or water as before, often being able to last
You wake up alone, in a small rickety boat, in the middle of what appears to be an endless expanse of water. Nothing to see upon any horizon save for water. You peer into the water, and are met with your reflection. You look inside the boat for an oar or some kind of equipment, but there is none. "You are alone." "You are alone and there is no-one else here." "You are alone and you will die alone." These thoughts coalesce inside your mind, and you curl up into a ball on the deck of your little rickety wooden rowboat, and you sob and weep and fall into an uneasy slumber. You wake up once more, and the world is dark and unsettling. You realise all too late that this is your actual life, and the previous was just a nightmare. Yet it felt too real. You go to grab your phone, but realise that there is no-one who cares enough about you to wish to talk to you at this time of the day. You wish you were back in the boat, don't you?
Depressing Thoughts by e-herowindmaster, literature
Literature
Depressing Thoughts
Why are we here? Are we alone in this? Why do we suffer so? Are we touched by God? Will it always be this way? Is there a purpose to it all? Will this patience and perserverance be rewarded? If so, will it be with more suffering? We cling to the edge of existence, Hurtling into the great beyond... Hoping, praying, to find some meaning to something. To anything at all. Life may be a highway, But it appears that we flew off the road a long time ago... It is up to ourselves to find our way once more...
You come to in an instant, and find yourself becoming aware of your surroundings. You appear to be on a path of an indistinct nature. What kind of path is immaterial and ultimately matters little, but in all instances you are certainly on a journey of some sort. Where you are is somewhat lit up, but you cannot make out much from where you are standing - the path feels walled in on all sides and though there are openings that show you some of the scenery around you, you are barely able to see where you are. All you know is that you don’t want to stay here. Behind you is the pathway. Oddly enough, the feeling of being walled in surrounding everything seems to disappear as you look back, and as you look back, you can vaguely make out some details of the beauty of things, the landscapes and so forth, but the further back you try to look the less you can make out, until it all blurs into a colourful blob-like mess. You try to head in that direction, but something is stopping you. You can’t
Take stock of reactions,
Look down at the replacement I built beforehand.
Fashion a second one, imply its the replacement itself.
Give it to this would-be thief.
Observe their responses,
How they treat it,
Whether they treasure or trash it,
And for what reasons they make these decisions on.
Regardless, it's a copy, well-made, but not necessary to remain complete.
After all, if someone truly loves you, they accept you as you are,
And don't try to change you, even if that means the jagged edges remain sharp.
Take a glance at the old patchwork,
Smash it apart, wanting it to come apart at the seams.
No more glass, instead weaving a new heart back together with something less fragile.
Less able to break at the slightest touch.
Place within it a core of self-confidence and trust in myself,
Before setting it back in the position the old one was.
Get up, dust myself off.
Look to the future and put the past behind me,
And should another thief come along and steal it from me,
At least this time it won't be damaged upon obtaining it again.
Fallout OC Tribal Native by e-herowindmaster, literature
Literature
Fallout OC Tribal Native
Character Name:
Brun of Tejano
Character Stats:
Strength: 6 - Hard-living tends to allow men and women to become either tricksters who use their cunning to "encourage" others to work their fair share, or strong individuals. If part of your adulthood rites is to be able to survive on your own without supplies, being able to take down critters and still having the strength to haul both yourself and whatever you can find while doing so is a critical skill to learn.
Perception: 7 - Tracking is a vital skill in many a tribe's eyes, and the Tejano are no different. Learning this is a vital part of being considered an adult, and having a good dea
Everything hurts.
I wake up, and I blearily look around, and I hurt.
My body hurts, like I'm seriously injured.
My mind hurts, as if I've run a marathon for the stress its under.
My heart hurts, because it feels like the love I could feel was harvested and thrown away.
My soul hurts, for it seems that I am alone again.
And... I'm not alone, as such.
But the love is gone,
The stress is real,
And my body is not up to par at the moment.
And I have to ask myself, "How do you feel today?"
"Do you feel that things are better or worse or whatever?"
"Do the people you love feel the same way?"
And my answers are...
I don't know.
Worse or whatever, as
I am a mediocre-at-best writer, who specialises in free-form poetry, song lyrics with music that exists only in my own mind, and short stories. I have a few narrative through-lines that permeate through several of my works, with some of my works being inspired or being actual successor pieces to older works.
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Dear all Nice Guys and Nice Girls, including my past self,
Hello, I am a random member of the internet and/or your future self, checking in on you. How are you doing today? I'm doing okay, wish it was better, but that isn't important right now.
Anyway, I have the following piece of advice for you:
Please think about what you say or type or post before you in fact post it. Specifically, if you call out someone of x-gender, one way or the other, of being terrible because they wouldn't do y at your command... you are both an idiot and a massive piece of work.
Think about it, I'll start by making use of an example of a typical "nice guy" respo
Not sure if this is a thing for other people, but there's something about seeing the beauty of life in everything that takes my breath away. Even if those moments seem to be filled with pain, there's always something there which shows that care and l...
If anyone out there who is watching and actually might give a damn, I'm still alive and I, for once in a blue moon, feel like shooting the breeze and chatting away. If anyone wants to talk, feel free to note me for my discord.