If God Did A Kegstand... (1252 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2006-06-28 13:36:51 EDT
The party was in full swing. An old song by U2 was blaring on the stereo and everyone was singing along, drinks raised in the air. School had only been back in for a few weeks at Franklin State, but the chill Ohio weather wasn't going to allow the student body any extra moments of summer. Not that they noticed. Young people strolled in and out of the townhouse, making the pilgrimage to the keg and the makeshift bar stocked with cheap liquor.
Danielle sat back on the couch to find a slight wet spot. Making a face, she thought about going in search of a towel but then thought better of it. Best to wait until tomorrow and just clean everything then. Besides, if Kayla saw her making a move to tidy up, her petite roommate would be moved into doing the same. Except Kayla would try to clean the guests away.
She spied Wes making his way back to the keg for another round of PBR, but did her best not to appear to be watching. They had broken up last semester, conveniently a month before he moved into the apartment complex. They had been together for a year and had quite a number of mutual friends, so they had done their best to be civil. However, he and her other roommate Andrea had spending a bit too much time together recently. She would have to...
"What the fuck, Dani! Where's your booze?"
Danielle looked up to see John standing there with a large plastic cup in hand, unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked away from her long enough to watch Stephanie stroll by. More specifically, watch Stephanie's ass.
"Don't smoke that in here," sighed Danielle.
"I wasn't planning on it. I was going to make you come outside and watch me smoke it," replied John. "However, you are seriously lacking a drink. You want me to mix you up something?"
"Yeah, eh... I know how you mix drinks," laughed Danielle. "Mostly rum and just enough Coke to add some color."
"This is a bad thing?" he asked putting the cigarette behind his ear.
Danielle smiled. John had been one of her closet friends the past two years. He was a good bit older than her, a college dropout who had become a townie. She had met him through his little brother who she had gone to classes with. Some of her roommates found him a bit odd, but she liked his skewed perspective on things. That, and he was always ready to throw back shots with her and not take advantage of her drunken state.
"What are you drinking?" she asked him.
"SoCo and lime juice."
"Mixed with anything else?" Danielle asked incredulously.
"Nope. C'mon, you need to be far more intoxicated."
Bouncing off the couch, she let him swing his arm around her short frame. They swayed into the kitchen where a number of their friends were trying to concoct various mixes that could possibly result in early blindness. The roomies had all gone in together on the keg and bought the liquor in bulk for the party. The bottles were stored on top of the shelves, placed out of easy reach of obliterated college kids.
Unfortunately, Danielle was barely over five foot, so it was out of her reach, too.
John did the obligatory "point and laugh" then retrieved a bottle of vodka down from on high. He eyed the counter, with it's half empty contents of mixers and sodas like a mad scientist. Suddenly, he began pouring various fluids into a cup for her.
"John, please no death tonight. Death is not on my agenda," Danielle whined.
"No death, just malicious assault. Here," he said handing her the cup.
A surprising mixture of sweet, sour and just the hint of booze graced her tongue.
"Wow! This is really good, what did you... John, what's wrong?"
John's face had taken on a pale quality, his head was cocked to one side. Mouth slightly agape, he stared past her at the sink. No... through the sink.
"John, are you okay. John!"
"Do you hear that?" he asked in a whisper.
"Hear what? What are you talking about?" Danielle replied worried.
"Hmmm... like a humming, like something I've..." he trailed off.
"Maybe a little less Southern Comfort?" She said reaching to take his drink away.
"No," he said, shaking his head roughly. " I dunno what that was."
Danielle reached up and stroked her small hand across his arm. "Don't get all weird on me. You've got to..."
"Hey, am I interrupting anything?"
Wes stood behind Danielle looking at both of them, failing to keep the suspicion from his face. Danielle quickly dropped her hand. She had often tried to explain to her ex-boyfriend that John was like a big brother to her. He had been totally fine with it until she had slept over at his apartment one night, blitzed out of her mind. Nothing had happened, but Wes hadn't viewed John the same since.
"Nah, man. In fact... I know a certain redhead who's ass I haven't checked out in almost a whole five minutes," replied John implying Stephanie. "Gimme my drink. Fuck, I still haven't smoked yet, either!"
The former couple faced each other awkwardly for a few moments. Wes had to move closer to Danielle to allow a random partygoer access to the bar and Danielle tried not to breathe in his familiar cologne. She brushed her shoulder length black hair back and look up at her ex-boyfriend expectantly.
"So... nothing going on between you two, huh?"
"Fucking Christ, Wes!" swore Danielle. "I was making sure he wasn't too hammered. Besides, what do you care anymore? From what I hear, you've got some thing going on with..."
"Hey! Hey everybody! You gotta come see this!" came a yell from the front doorway of the townhouse.
Danielle sighed and tried to sidestep her old flame, but Wes caught her arm. "Dani..." he said.
"I have to make sure the cops aren't here before Kayla flips out," responded Danielle cooly.
Making her way out of the kitchen, she realized the whole party was flocking outside. She could see through the large bay windows that people were all about her small front yard and spilling out into the parking lot. It looked like a shit -ton of bodies, too. "Great," thought Danielle, thinking of the police driving by and seeing this mob standing around with cups in hand.
She finally broke through the crowd at the doorway and prepared to scold various friends for making such a public display. Then she realized how quiet it was outside. No one was screaming or laughing or doing any of the normal carrying on. In fact most were whispering and everyone was staring, staring....
up.
The crisp September night sky was lit up with golden bursts of light, halos echoing off. The reverberations would impact each other, sending opposing ripples through the heavens, the effect intensified by streaks like flaming comets firing in all directions. It was as if thousands of tiny stars had dropped into the stratosphere and all started to go supernova.
It was the most beautiful thing Danielle had seen in all of her twenty-two years. She heard a sound to her immediate right and somehow pulled her eyes away to see her roommate Katie standing there with tears rolling down her face. Many in attendance were crying. Danielle realized with a pleasant surprise, that she was too.
The moment was broken by John swearing loudly behind all of them.
Danielle spun to see him standing in the doorway with his arm around Stephanie. She had the same look on her face as everyone else out in the yard and in the parking lot. John, on the other hand, looked...
Danielle couldn't even place the emotion.
John let go of Stephanie, downed his drink in two gulps and stormed down the sidewalk. He pushed people out of the way, they let him by in shock. He made his way into the parking lot to get a clear look at the sky, his hands shaking in gripped fists.
"Not now, you fuckers!" he bellowed up to the heavens.
All eyes focused on the young man screaming at the beautiful event in the sky. Danielle pushed her way over to him. He seemed to be shaking all over in rage, but tears were streaming down his face as well.
"John, John... what's going on? Do you ..."
"I'm sorry, Dani. I thought I had more time," sobbed John.
"What are you... What's IS that in the sky?"
John looked down at her, his eyes flashed with a miasma of energy.
"God Damn, Angels," he replied flatly.
Danielle stumbled back a few steps from her friend.
"You may want to move away from there!" called out John to a group of people standing by a red Ford Taurus.
"Uhhhh, why?" one of the asked back.
"Because of this," replied John with a sigh, pointing.
And with that a massive glowing, golden being fell to it's feet directly on top of the car, crushing it in. A few people screamed, but most were too caught up in the Divine Presence to even catch a breath. The Angel stood erect and allowed its wings to unfold full, energy crackling off of them. It stood over ten feet tall, slender, with out gender. It opened it's mouth and a sound of such delicate love came out, everyone around fell to the ground.
Except for John. He lit up his cigarette.
As he puffed away angrily on his full flavored menthol smoke, more Angels came roaring to Earth. Soon there were a dozen golden entities of The Shining Above standing in a circle around him and the gathered members of the forgotten party. The Angelic stood there, swaying to Divine Music only they could hear, watching the people before them slowly try to regain their balance and sense of self.
John flicked out his finished cigarette and stared down every one of the Angels present. Finally he brought his contemptuous glare back on the first one to come down. The Angel tilted his head towards John.
"Are you done? You finished? Because if you want to continue being pretenscious and terrifying the mortals, let me know... I'll wait."
The lead Angel floated off of the shattered car and came gracefully to the gravel of the parking lot. With each step, the gold shimmered and dulled, swirling around the Divine figure. Within paces, a tall, elderly African man in royal purple robes stood in front of John. The Angel adjusted his gold rimmed reading glasses and coughed politely.
Around the perimeter now stood a collective of various human looking beings, all dressed in complex robes of different colors and styles. John locked eyes with a sturdy build Arab-looking Angel with long dreadlocks. The Angel winked at him. John rolled his eyes and turned back to the one a few feet from him.
"Azazel, what are you doing here?" asked John with a sigh.
"That's a complicated question, my old friend," replied the Angel.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your beloved wings off right here?"
"Give me one reason why you would want to do such a savage thing as that?" responded the Angel.
"Because of her," said John, pointing back at Danielle.
Danielle let out a small squeal and clung tighter to her roommate Katie.
"Ah," said the Angel Azazel, drawing out the word. "You have taken a mortal as a mate."
"No, you fucking Holy Prick, she's my god damn friend! She's an exceptional creature, a beautiful example of what this planet has to offer. Many of them are, but I'm using her as my example."
The dark-skinned Angel swept past John and calmly made his way up to Danielle. She tried to stay as unmoved as she could. He just looked like a handsome fifty year old black man in purple and gold robes... gold. She couldn't forget the gold light. She turned from him, burying her face in Katie's shoulder. She had never been religious, she was a scientist - a biological anthropology major. She couldn't let...
"Look upon me child," came a rich, gentle voice.
Danielle looked up into the deep brown eyes of the Angel and was almost swallowed by the majesty that lay behind them.
"This person behind me, this young man you know as 'John,' does he mean something to you?" asked the Angel.
Somehow Danielle nodded her head.
"Did you know his name is not 'John?' That, in fact, his title is unpronounceable by the lips of human mortals? That he is an ancient deity from a far away, failed reality who has taken refuge here?"
Danielle managed to tear her eyes away from the Angel's gaze to stare at John. He was running a hand through his short cropped dark hair and fumbling with another cigarette. He dropped his lighter on the ground and swore.
"No," whispered Danielle. "Not John."
"Grey One," called out Azazel to John. "This young lady does not believe the word of the Divine. Please show her the truth of my statement."
"Fuck you, you Angelic Trash... as per the treaty I don't have to..."
"It is per my right to Erase any mortal from The Book that I feel is unworthy," Azazel reminded him.
John gripped at his temples and swore loudly. He hurled the half smoked cigarette at one of the Angels and stormed over to where Azazel and Danielle stood. He stopped a few paces away from them both and cupped his hands together.
"Dani, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this. I hate these sanctimonious fucks more than you can imagine. If I don't prove to you... well, eh, here honey... this is an antithetical rainbow."
John opened his hands and a beauty that surpassed anything those in attendance had seen that night spilled from his fingertips. The next thing Danielle remembered was waking up on the pavement. She tilted her head to see John and Azazel looked in heated conversation.
"... and does you leash holder even know you're here? He doesn't mind my existence in his plane, why the fuck should you?" accused John.
"Because you are an abnormality in an otherwise perfectly written tale," stated Azazel.
"Oh, you've all done such a wonderful job! The Mornigstar said all he had to do was sit back and let your little distopia rend itself apart!"
"I'm not surprised you've been speaking with the First Of The Fallen," spat the Angel. "You were, after all, a Chaos entity in your feeble little pantheon."
"Chaos is a form of being, it has nothing to do with Evil, you ignorant cunt!" roared John.
"John..." called out Danielle.
Both the Angel Azazel and the former God of Chaos turned abruptly to face her, surprised she had awaken. The Angelic peered down at her smugly while John had a look of terror pass across his face. Danielle grimaced.
"John, could you help me up?" she asked giving the Angel a dirty glance.
His mouth wide, his eyes even wider, John stumbled over to help her to her feet. All the other mortals were still unconscious, the effect of the antithetical rainbow still lingering. The dozen or so other Angels stood around in a circle, their continued presence shutting this small perimeter off from time.
John awkwardly dried to brush some of the dirt off Danielle's pink tank top and was about to mumble something, when she put a hand to his mouth, silencing him. She reached around and embraced him, hugging on to him as tightly as she could. Danielle could feel John's body start to seize under her small arms from sobs. She pulled his head down, kissed him on the forehead, and told him to calm himself.
"Are you not repulsed by his lies and his unnatural existence?" bellowed Azazel.
"Oh, I'm repulsed..." said Danielle flatly with a fixed stare on the Angel.
"Insolent mortal! I am the..."
"AZAZEL!"
The voice reverberated through their bodies, into their minds, echoing off their souls.
"Father, I was just... but, I did it in your honor! What do you...."
The Angel began to break apart in tiny, glimmering golden flecks. The particles drifted skyward, slowly at first then the process grew rapid. Azazel howled in rage.
"This is not the last you heard of this, Old One!" screamed the vanishing Angel.
"Somehow, I don't doubt it," sighed John.
As the last bits of Azazel took flight, a whistle sounded off to the left. John and Danielle turned to see most of the other Angel swooping away, all but the one who had appeared as an Arab-looking man with long dreadlocks. He tied back his long black hair as he floated over to them.
"The rest will remember nothing of this event. It has been decided that your friend here should retain her knowledge. It's not every day a mortal metaphorically spits in the face of the Divine. We find it amusing."
The Angel offered his hand to John, who took it and shook it firmly.
"Not everyone feels as my brother does. Your presence keeps us on our toes."
"Thank you, Gabriel," smiled John.
And with that, the Angel burst into golden light and returned to the Heavens.
Danielle and John stood there for a few moments watching the sky return back to it's normal darkness, filled with glittering far away stars. Around them, the partygoers started to groan and roll about on the ground. John sighed and lit up a cigarette.
"Well, I SO need a drink now," he mused. "Dani, I can't tell you...
"Oh, yes you can. You're going to tell me," laughed Danielle pushing John into one of the scrubs. "You're going to tell me ALL about it, right after we take some shots."
User Reviews
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-09-25 16:37:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
how can I not +2 this?
Fuck! you have a gift man.
Submitted by VelvetElvis (user info) at 2006-10-05 00:42:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Shallow and deep are typically incompatible. You mix them well.
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It opened it's [its] mouth and a sound of such delicate love came out, everyone around fell to the ground.
Except for John. He lit up his cigarette.
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Perfect (except for the menthol). You'd like reading Poppy Z. Brite, I believe, if you haven't already.
(Google her- that was illegal 50 years ago, you know.)
Submitted by GnarlsBarkley (user info) at 2006-07-03 10:33:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow. You know, I'm fairly new too uber, but I've been reading up on alot of your artickles, because you're such a damn good writer! Don't stop you're fucking awsome, I want too read more like this one!
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-06-29 19:25:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"SoCo and lime juice."
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a recipe for projectile vomiting if there ever was one...
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-29 11:32:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*Brain Explodes from sheer awesomeness*
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-29 11:32:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
.....yeah it was ok
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-29 11:31:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I HATE YOU
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-29 11:30:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
GOD DAMMIT!
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-06-29 11:29:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU CUNT! THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! God damn you Kaos you out shine me all the time, you fucking rocked that. Seriously man that was so fucking good. I read it about 20 times it was that good. Awesome. CUNT!
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2006-06-29 08:17:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Typos aside, this kicked ass.
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-06-29 08:08:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH!!!!!!!!
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2006-06-29 07:44:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:23:50 (#)
Ranking: 2
So is there gonna be more of this? Cuz I really liked it.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:01:15 (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy crap. Best story EVER
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Awesome, I loved this! I want MORE!
Submitted by sinna (user info) at 2006-06-29 06:22:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Sockster (user info) at 2006-06-29 04:06:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Amazing.
But... The beginning was rocky, and they very end was a bit rocky. It really pulled me in, in the middle, but the 'cunt' could have been left out. Seemed to make me realize reality. Smoothe the beginning and very very end, replace the 'cunt' with something or another, and I'd say it'd be perfect. ...Sorry to tell you how to write your own story.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-06-28 22:56:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
sacrilicious.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-06-28 20:34:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Glad you approve of my camwhores :)
Submitted by Darth_Famine (user info) at 2006-06-28 19:52:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good story, I particularly enjoy spitting int the face of divinity :P
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-06-28 19:29:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for the story and the character development. The little grammatical
and spelling errors stood out, so edit some more next time. :)
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-28 19:28:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
HAHAHA!!! @ Gank
Yeah, I did say that. Nice snag. That was one of my more pissy moments. Sorry...
Submitted by SilvrWolf (user info) at 2006-06-28 18:48:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-06-28 18:06:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The title was enough to warrant a +2.
The rest was good as well I suppose.... :-p
Submitted by gank (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:56:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
konohas,
Let's keep in mind, though, that this is the same guy who said this, in talking about someone that he called a "Conservative Christian":
"The amount that I dislike you, and people like you, is astounding. As far as I'm concerned, the ancient Romans had it right - Lion Food."
[taken from this post: http://www.ubersite.com/m/88357 ]
Before you say I'm defending indoninja or fundamentalists, let me say in this case I'M NOT. I'm only saying that killing or having someone killed because of what they believe is hardly a healthy religious view.
Submitted by gank (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:51:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent writing, per your usual.
Submitted by konohasaiyajin (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:30:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not only was the story awesome. But your "stupid rant" was as well. Finally an intelligent person who is able to have his own views on religion and the universe without putting down other's beliefs. Personally, I believe that organized religion is not the best way of going about things, as everyone should come to their own belief and understanding of how things are. After reading the rant a few times, I can't disagree with anything kaos-king said.
Submitted by Creepy_guy (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:20:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
15 shades of awsome.
Submitted by hyprspacd (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:09:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:53:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yup
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:46:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thoroughly enjoyed this. Please continue.
Submitted by polymorph505 (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:41:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I always knew it would be like this.
Submitted by livEvil (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:24:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I was expecting more from this.... by the end, it felt like a bad version of coneheads
the last one you did was way better.
and no, i'm not rating on how big of a shitface you are, just on your post.
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-06-28 16:23:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So is there gonna be more of this? Cuz I really liked it.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:01:15 (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy crap. Best story EVER.
Submitted by alwayspeach1 (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:36:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:25:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That was supposed to be a +1.
Submitted by Webered (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:25:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Meh, too presumptuous.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:16:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i'mo buy you a cup o jo one day and have that splained to me better.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:09:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Katy, I was brought up in a home by a Taoist Father and an Agnostic Mother. I was given no formal religion as a child, therefore I was able to look at all of them equally without prejudice. I became so fascinated by theology that it was the concentration in my Philosophy Minor. I use to simply say I was "Eastern," refering to a blend of Hindu/Buddhist/Taoist influences, but as I grow older I find that the structure of those faiths, although somewhat comforting, do not really reflect how I truly feel.
Quite honestly, as lame as it sounds, I believe in Chaos. I believe that god (lower case "g") is merely an equation that equals enternity. We are just a tiny part of that massive mathematical formula. To ascribe infinity a name, a personality, or characteristics is both arrogant and ignorant... but that's just my opinion. "The only constant in this reality in change." Rene Descartes said if we could find a way to suspend our mental mechanics, we could achieve anything on the level of the Divine. I believe that, too, to an extent.
I am quite content knowing I am a single particle of sand in a desert that last forever. I am not a beautiful and unique snowflake. There is no great and master plan set in play by a glowing man with a beard. Everything is one big cosmic joke. No Heaven or Hell await me, but energy does not die - it changes. My "soul" (the energy inhabiting this flesh) has the next great adventure waiting for it once I die. I'm quite happy with my present existence, but in no way do I fear death. It's just the next step in being.
Wow... what a stupid rant...
Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-06-28 15:08:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's not every day a mortal metaphorically spits in the face of the Divine. We find it amusing.
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this was marvellous....
pulled me in, got me caring about the characters
and surprised me right up to the end...
thank you
Submitted by evesapple (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:58:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
intriguing story.. just a pet peave, though - it's = it is (a contraction) and its = possessive
good job :)
Submitted by Chillax (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:35:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Blindsided.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:20:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
concoct various mixes that could possibly result in early blindness.
- also that made me laugh and i had to pee really bad. so you made me have to run to the bathroom.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:19:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
do you believe in god? if so, which one(s)?
i am now curious.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:15:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's the same people on this website that complain it's gone to shit that never comment on good posts.
This was fucking awesome!
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:02:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Auto +2 Azazel.
I fucking love Denzel Washington
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-06-28 14:01:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy crap. Best story EVER.
Submitted by Tracer0351 (user info) at 2006-06-28 13:57:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice story line, well writen. Very good. If you ever figure out where your going with this, be sure to let us know.
Submitted by WildcatMcGee (user info) at 2006-06-28 13:43:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I think you are a fat repressed homosexual. I'm saying this just to counter the ego inflation a +2 might give. Oh, and your momma looks like a catfish.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-28 13:38:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Yes, this may seem familiar. I have this theme, this concept that I've been playing with and reworking. I did it with my stories "Remember" and with "Divination." I'm still trying to figure out where I'm going with this, what I want to say with this...
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-06-28 13:38:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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