Considering I missed my 1,000th post beating, I thought I might present something so we can see if I have progressed, at all. With that in mind, I figured I'd 'flash the forum' with something I whipped up. The word count unfortunately varies with my numerous modes of confirming it. But, it should sit at roughly 1,000 words. Just for fun, I'll present it with a little header art and sound as I might elsewhere.
What will make this one more fun, is that I've decided to try checking grammar and so on myself, without the aid of available software. That should give a better indication of my advance or decline regarding writing skills. Please be blunt... this is so I may learn.
@Parson ; I'd like a comment from you regarding the theme if you care to make time.
Joyful Joyful...
by K2 ~ 1,000 words approx.
The inevitable moment he never sought, Remmy’s nature demanded as the outcome. Bright light blinded him. His ears rang so loud, he could hear nothing else. Subdued comfort, found when lingering in the twilight threshold of sleep, replaced the brief excruciating pain.
‘Shake it off, get up--’ Remmy thought, abruptly interrupted when a resonant, harmonic voice silenced the ringing.
"There you are, all is well now. Fear not, you are safe. No one can hurt you anymore. You have shed your mortal husk. All the suffering of the world is behind you."
"Who—what? I can’t see you—who are you—where are you?" Remmy demanded in his usual threatening tone.
"There is nothing to see...yet. We first need to form your new life. Heal and raise you up. As to who I am, I am just one of many to help those in transition from one life to the next. Do not be afraid. I am here to help—"
"M***********," Remmy snapped, "I’ve never been afraid and never liked games. Go ahead then. I expected nothing, but fine—send me to Hell—just get on with it."
Irresistibly compelled to speak the truth, for once, Remmy did not lie. He had never known fear, regret, joy, or sadness. Emotions for lesser people, he believed. His demand to be cast down upon realizing there was something after, simply a statement of boredom. Hell or Heaven was of little consequence to him. He just wanted to get it over with.
"Those are human constructs," the voice gently answered. "There is no Hell or Heaven, as you envision it. There are no torments. Although, great reward when embraced by ‘him,’ as you imagine God to be. Hell or Heaven only exists in your mind. Rejoice."
"So, nothing in life mattered? No punishments, no sin, it was all just killing time?" Remmy asked.
"Well, it mattered to you. To those you affected and to God. But once you set your life aside and make peace with yourself, all is forgiven and you move on," the voice compassionately responded in soothing tones.
"You mean it’s like that guy Jesu--" Remmy began.
"Yes. All the Son of Light promised of the Father is true. All sins—as you view them—are forgiven. He hoped you would love his other children and wishes the best from you. Yet, he understands, and will always forgive. His love without limit or condition."
"So what now?" Remmy asked impatiently.
"Now we lay out your life so you may finish it. All that was, you may experience again in every detail. You may live it as you did, or change any part. That which happened, arrange in any way to suit you. Just as you may construct, all that did not. Anything, whatever you choose. As many times as you wish. Life exactly as it was, or how you wished and dreamed it to be."
"What about other people?" Remmy asked. "I hated most of them. The rest I didn’t give a damn about."
"Every person from your life, those you knew and those you did not, are there for you. Even those you only imagined and now wish to envision. Anyone and everyone, as often as you desire them to be. However, now you will know them as intimately as God. Their thoughts and feelings revealed to you; laid bare for you to know and understand fully."
"It’s over, so screw it. What good is rehashing it now? Skip it and go to the next step," Remmy countered.
"You cannot. This is a special time for you. A time for you to right the wrongs you feel. Shed your guilt and regret. Let go of the life that was, and what could have been—to begin anew—free of all life’s burdens. All your life that was, and what you wish for, will happen in an instant to remind you. Then you may do, as you see fit."
Remmy’s mind reeled at the possibilities. Life had been a disappointment, and he made everyone pay for that fact. As he considered the past, the bright light faded and the world he had known began to form. Every place, person, and each cusp of an event in his life, took shape before him.
The dark places and hundreds of men and women he savagely brutalized, tortured, and killed materialized, awaiting him. His countless acts of cruelty toward those in need, prepared for his pleasure. Remmy’s life lived for the moment, only for self, there for him to live again. And Remmy shivered in excitement.
Remmy also realized, he knew what the people were thinking and could feel their terror at his hands; filling him with the sense of power, he always sought. He could do it all again, yet this time, savor every second. He could be more precise, cruel beyond imagination. Most of all, he could do it all to more people than his short life allowed.
"You said I could also—what if—" and as Remmy thought it, every ideal victim appeared. When he wondered what it would be like to vaporize a city, holding the power only governments had, formed off in the distance.
"This ‘is’ my Heaven. I might do this forever," Remmy moaned in lustful anticipation.
"Few do. Are you ready to be healed so you may arise and begin?" When the being sensed his answer, Remmy felt a light pressure to his shoulders and the entity spoke.
"Thus...rise and rejoice."
Remmy began to stand, then faltered. Every event of his life, real and wished for, replayed before him in an instant. Unable to shriek his anguish so great, Remmy collapsed, curling into a ball as he sobbed.
The entity cooed, enraptured by the wonder and grace before him. "How magnificent...he has been healed. Thank you my Lord. Although, I believe he was right, and will choose to remain."
Remmy had been healed. Empathy, compassion, and remorse restored to him. A life of shame he could never resolve. And the demon began to sing.
OPTIONAL video replacement text:
"Joyful, joyful, we adore thee. God of glory, Lord of love. Hearts unfold like flowers before thee…"
K2
What will make this one more fun, is that I've decided to try checking grammar and so on myself, without the aid of available software. That should give a better indication of my advance or decline regarding writing skills. Please be blunt... this is so I may learn.
@Parson ; I'd like a comment from you regarding the theme if you care to make time.
Joyful Joyful...
by K2 ~ 1,000 words approx.
The inevitable moment he never sought, Remmy’s nature demanded as the outcome. Bright light blinded him. His ears rang so loud, he could hear nothing else. Subdued comfort, found when lingering in the twilight threshold of sleep, replaced the brief excruciating pain.
‘Shake it off, get up--’ Remmy thought, abruptly interrupted when a resonant, harmonic voice silenced the ringing.
"There you are, all is well now. Fear not, you are safe. No one can hurt you anymore. You have shed your mortal husk. All the suffering of the world is behind you."
"Who—what? I can’t see you—who are you—where are you?" Remmy demanded in his usual threatening tone.
"There is nothing to see...yet. We first need to form your new life. Heal and raise you up. As to who I am, I am just one of many to help those in transition from one life to the next. Do not be afraid. I am here to help—"
"M***********," Remmy snapped, "I’ve never been afraid and never liked games. Go ahead then. I expected nothing, but fine—send me to Hell—just get on with it."
Irresistibly compelled to speak the truth, for once, Remmy did not lie. He had never known fear, regret, joy, or sadness. Emotions for lesser people, he believed. His demand to be cast down upon realizing there was something after, simply a statement of boredom. Hell or Heaven was of little consequence to him. He just wanted to get it over with.
"Those are human constructs," the voice gently answered. "There is no Hell or Heaven, as you envision it. There are no torments. Although, great reward when embraced by ‘him,’ as you imagine God to be. Hell or Heaven only exists in your mind. Rejoice."
"So, nothing in life mattered? No punishments, no sin, it was all just killing time?" Remmy asked.
"Well, it mattered to you. To those you affected and to God. But once you set your life aside and make peace with yourself, all is forgiven and you move on," the voice compassionately responded in soothing tones.
"You mean it’s like that guy Jesu--" Remmy began.
"Yes. All the Son of Light promised of the Father is true. All sins—as you view them—are forgiven. He hoped you would love his other children and wishes the best from you. Yet, he understands, and will always forgive. His love without limit or condition."
"So what now?" Remmy asked impatiently.
"Now we lay out your life so you may finish it. All that was, you may experience again in every detail. You may live it as you did, or change any part. That which happened, arrange in any way to suit you. Just as you may construct, all that did not. Anything, whatever you choose. As many times as you wish. Life exactly as it was, or how you wished and dreamed it to be."
"What about other people?" Remmy asked. "I hated most of them. The rest I didn’t give a damn about."
"Every person from your life, those you knew and those you did not, are there for you. Even those you only imagined and now wish to envision. Anyone and everyone, as often as you desire them to be. However, now you will know them as intimately as God. Their thoughts and feelings revealed to you; laid bare for you to know and understand fully."
"It’s over, so screw it. What good is rehashing it now? Skip it and go to the next step," Remmy countered.
"You cannot. This is a special time for you. A time for you to right the wrongs you feel. Shed your guilt and regret. Let go of the life that was, and what could have been—to begin anew—free of all life’s burdens. All your life that was, and what you wish for, will happen in an instant to remind you. Then you may do, as you see fit."
Remmy’s mind reeled at the possibilities. Life had been a disappointment, and he made everyone pay for that fact. As he considered the past, the bright light faded and the world he had known began to form. Every place, person, and each cusp of an event in his life, took shape before him.
The dark places and hundreds of men and women he savagely brutalized, tortured, and killed materialized, awaiting him. His countless acts of cruelty toward those in need, prepared for his pleasure. Remmy’s life lived for the moment, only for self, there for him to live again. And Remmy shivered in excitement.
Remmy also realized, he knew what the people were thinking and could feel their terror at his hands; filling him with the sense of power, he always sought. He could do it all again, yet this time, savor every second. He could be more precise, cruel beyond imagination. Most of all, he could do it all to more people than his short life allowed.
"You said I could also—what if—" and as Remmy thought it, every ideal victim appeared. When he wondered what it would be like to vaporize a city, holding the power only governments had, formed off in the distance.
"This ‘is’ my Heaven. I might do this forever," Remmy moaned in lustful anticipation.
"Few do. Are you ready to be healed so you may arise and begin?" When the being sensed his answer, Remmy felt a light pressure to his shoulders and the entity spoke.
"Thus...rise and rejoice."
Remmy began to stand, then faltered. Every event of his life, real and wished for, replayed before him in an instant. Unable to shriek his anguish so great, Remmy collapsed, curling into a ball as he sobbed.
The entity cooed, enraptured by the wonder and grace before him. "How magnificent...he has been healed. Thank you my Lord. Although, I believe he was right, and will choose to remain."
Remmy had been healed. Empathy, compassion, and remorse restored to him. A life of shame he could never resolve. And the demon began to sing.
OPTIONAL video replacement text:
"Joyful, joyful, we adore thee. God of glory, Lord of love. Hearts unfold like flowers before thee…"
K2
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