Metamorphosis (Chapter 6)Metamorphosis (Chapter 6) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Wake up, dear.” Mom whispered, shaking my shoulder slightly.
“I’ve been awake, mom.” I answered groggily. The truth was that I had gotten very little sleep last night. My mind had been full of upsetting thoughts and nightmares. Ever since that afternoon when I had come to the conclusion that I had brought my whole predicament down on myself, I had been wondering if there was any way for me to be a boy again. It’s not like this was some kind of scientific thing, or some odd sickness that could be treated…this was something that I couldn’t comprehend or understand. Was it the work of God? Was it karma? Could it be some mischievous fairy had been flying by and just wanted to mess around with me? Whatever it was, I didn’t know.
I had been up all night praying and wishing until the tears running down my face, dripped onto my bed sheets and stained them. I begged for whatever had done this to me to change me back…and though I wai
Deaths Diary (Entry 12)Deaths Diary (Entry 12) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is it that frightens you? After all this time, I hardly need to tell you that there is no need to be afraid of me. However, I would like to explore the concept of fear. The ideas and the effects it has, if you'll permit me. Don't misunderstand me, fear has its benefits and it can be necessary. A man without fear is a fool. But there are some things that you humans fear that you just don't need to, like me.
So why do you humans fear me? I think the correct way to answer that is to explain why children fear the dark, or certain humans are afraid of any form of god or deity. Some humans are afraid of the future why? Because the one thing humans fear most is that which they do not know or understand. You fear the dark because you don't know what lies within. You fear me because you do not know what fate awaits you after me. You fear the future because you do not know what will happen to you. You fear God because you do not know him and you cannot study him. It i
Deaths Diary (Entry 27)Deaths Diary (Entry 27) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm going to try something a bit different. I'm going to tell you where I am and what I'm looking at and then see where that takes us. Does that sound interesting? Let us experiment, shall we?
Currently it is pitch dark outside I'm sitting on the roof of a two story house in Pennsylvania. The sky is clear, and the moon is bright. It's rather warm but of course, what more would you expect from a summer evening? Though I am looking out over the small neighborhood, my mind is elsewhere with the family that lives or DID live in the house I am sitting on. My stench is still fresh in the room beneath me and the evidence of my presence is more than obvious. The police are already on the scene of course tape has been drawn across the front of the house and there is so much chatter.
It is painful as I write this. I feel nothing but sorrow and anger because I am all too familiar with this scenario. At first glance, this home that I sit u
Deaths Diary (Entry 10)Deaths Diary (Entry 10) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I promised some time ago, I would like to discuss the atomic bombs dropped in August of 1945.
How do you picture Hell? Do you see fields and mountains of fire, with demons and horned creatures hoping around with pitchforks, stabbing people? Maybe you see what Dante's Inferno described: many layers of different forms of punishment. I once heard it described that Hell is a place of nothingness. Because all of our senses come from God, and Hell is completely separated from God, then all of our senses are removed. Unable to feel, see, hear, smell, or taste, you are left without anything.
While all of these versions of Hell are popular and very thought provoking I believe that humanity came closest to recreating Hell on August 6th, 1945. You called this version of Hell "Little Boy." It was a weapon with power and destructive ability that I had never seen before. I must credit you humans there: Only creatures with creative minds and abilities such as yours could construct w
Pro-Bending (Chapter One)Kana stood in the training yard, just south of the pro-bending arena. The air was cool as it brushed over her body. Her dark hair whipped across her face and her dark blue animal skin suit flapped steadily in the breeze. The grass around her felt soft under her bare feet, and the suns rays seemed to energize her body making it warm and comforting.Pro-Bending (Chapter One) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On either side of her was an urn of water. She got into a bending stance and breathed slowly. Reaching out she moved her arms in a flowing pattern. She closed her eyes and vanished into her own world. She wasn't in the yard anymore she was in the middle of the arena. The grass was gone and replaced with a cold feeling of metal, as the arena seemed to spread in front of her. The water below the arena churned and swirled, inviting any unfortunate bender to its wet embrace. She could hear the crowd in the stands screaming fans all around her chanting her name screaming it as loud as they could.
"KANA! KANA! KANA!"
Prologue: Why?Prologue: Why? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Joshua Rains. What I do is something that you probably wouldn't believe or understand. I hunt down the paranormal and supernatural...and I police it. Note that I do not destroy it. Destroy is a last resort. Do you believe that just because something isn't normal or isn't human it deserves death? Of course not...they are living creatures like you and I. Indeed, some are evil and, in those cases, death is the only thing you can do...but isn't that the same with any criminal?
However, I didn't always think that way. Actually, I used to be very prejudice towards the supernatural and paranormal. I was one of the most feared monster slayers in America. You didn't know my name simply because I didn't want you to...it comes with the work...but I digress. I was responsible for the merciless murders of countless creatures and spirits in my time...until one month ago. What changed my opinion and views of monsters and the supernatural? I'll tell you.
I was 19 at the time. I was young an
Deaths Diary (Entry 3)Deaths Diary (Entry 3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, now that you know about more about me, maybe you should know a bit more about my work and how it goes. It all works something like this:
As I explained before: There is no scythe and cutting out your soul however, I'll admit, that it's not completely false. I have a schedule, you see. When someone's time comes, I am nearby. I don't choose their time the Big Man does. I'm just his errand boy. Once it's time is up, I know. I will kneel or sit next to your body (I rarely find a body standing up), and I reach into your body, and pull out your soul. I then wrap the soul in my arms and I carry it off to Heaven unless of course there are more to pick up in that time zone and area. In which case, I often get my arms full. What happens after that? Not my department not my problem. I have enough on my plate, thank you very much.
I do feel you know. I have that cap
Death Diary (Entry 45)Death Diary (Entry 45) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am currently laying on my back in the middle of a park in Virginia. My hands are cold, and I blow on them to keep warm. I have my hood over my head and I feel my body shivering slightly. Yes, I too feel cold. I know that chill...it brings back unpleasant memories for me. The most wretched of which were in Russia back in 1942...but I choose to put aside those memories for the time being. Instead, I have a different topic I wish to discuss.
…I'm going to go ahead and lay it out for you: The topic I want to talk about today is a very tricky one...and I know that this is not going to be a very fun entry. I have been asked several times about my views and opinions on this subject...and now I guess I better do it, especially considering what time of year it is.
Thanksgiving is a holiday symbolized by turkeys, pilgrims, and native americans. Supposedly, these are symbols of togetherness and putting aside differences to come together in harmony...I think the turkey wi
Death Diary (Entry 46)Death Diary (Entry 46) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today, I'm going to start off by giving you a quote I read from a comic strip. I often get very tired and I find places to sit down and relax for a little while. I enjoy coffee shops and bookstores, because they provide me a quiet atmosphere to think and reflect. I picked up this book filled with comic strips and I was taken aback by it. It began with a young boy looking over a dead bird, and admiring how delicate and fragile the creature was. He the then proceeded to say the following:
"Once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life really is. You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can't really think about that...which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted, and we act so thoughtlessly. It's very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up."
This was taken from a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip, and this quote was fascinating to