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Days 4,5,6 !!!
I HAVE NOT LOST MY STREAK! I got excited by an idea and wished to write it out to completion over 3 days before sharing it. I probably could have done better to be honest, but writing is writing is writing. >_>
Enjoy this collection!!
PRISONER:
She was here, I could feel it. The movement of the air was off, sounds came from nonexistent air conditioners and nothing was quite rigid. I searched up and down the walls of the hallway for any sense of irregularity. I turned to Nathan, clenching his hand as to not lose each other, a common ritual.
"Why do you think this is the time?" He asked.
"Simple, I've never been this scared before." I answered.
We exchanged a simple, wordless glance and continued forward through the foggy night air. The walls were lined with tile patterns and lockers, the turned off lights on the ceiling sucked all light out of the surrounding air.
"I heard something."
"What?"
"I heard… breathing, I don't know. Someone failing to whistle, I guess."
I froze.
"Hello?" I asked into the ether.
Darkness swept over the hallway in an instant, getting darker than blackness, looking closer to an abyss endlessly deep than any true shade. It was only then that I realized that there wasn't any way for light to get into the hallway previously, it was simply illuminated by the belief of light.
I let go and ran.
There was no screaming, no shriek, no sound. I could not see where I was running toward, only that I was moving in a direction, and that turning wouldn't let me head back.
A toad croaks in the ink, and a hand reaches forward. A new bond, far from any past life. In that instant I realized that whoever or whatever Nathan was never existed. I grasped it. I turned to look in any direction beside inward, and the entirety of unreality looked back.
CAPTOR:
"Golden, endless." I said, "Empty. Filled with only potential, and could be realized in any form."
He seemed intrigued, I continued, "A dream though it may be, I was god."
He cut in, "What if this is a dream?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, this world is realized, in some capacity, correct? Whose to say we aren't also being dreamt by some greater being?"
"I imagine that if that were the case, it would be noticeable. If you took enough care to look, you would find the fuzziness in reality."
"You imply that our reality is not fuzzy. I think it could be, we just have no reference frame for it."
"If so, what would the matter be if this were a dream?"
"I'd stop existing the moment the dream were over, I would die without any notice. That's a terrifying thought."
I sighed and closed my eyes. A terrifying thought indeed. Yet greater still, the thought of heavensong. I reached out toward the darkness in my eyes, and grasped a familiar face.
PANOPTICONOCIBUR
Some have started to believe that stars themselves have thoughts. Their molten cores serving as neurotransmitters of electrons moving at the speed of light, in superposition between thoughts.
Any Turing machine with sufficient complexity will think, will want, and will capture. Intrinsic to this is the need for control, as to control is to avoid death, and to die is the great unthinkable. A great pattern shows in that intelligences will have smaller lifeforms control pieces of the whole, to create something complex yet sustainable. Think of an ant colony, a galaxy, or a human body with organs.
These impulses are universal, foundational. However, one must imagine that the entirety of the universe itself is a great organism, the greatest complex possible. Utilizing superclusters of groups of galaxies of stars of planets of organisms to carry out entropic and complex tasks.
However, if the universe itself relies on these impulses, what could it be fearing to which causes death? This suggests a universal predator. Something that reality is fighting to control. Something completely separate, imaginary. Something unreal.
Unreality thinks.
#writing#creative writing#worldbuilding#nanowrimo 2023#I dont think anybody reads these posts so nobody prolly cares!!
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its ironic seeing some ppl having talked abt me like im some kind of evil beast as if they werent legitimately ableist towards me
"you did something wrong! but im not going to tell you what it is because i dont like you. and here are all the superficial reasons why <3" like okay but if there's something i did wrong i'd like to know because newsflash. i am fucking autistic!! i can't pick up on social cues!!! you never fucking told me i hurt you!! nobody did!! not even once before i was cast out, like seriously?? who treats ANYBODY like that??
i'm also trans!! and queer as fuck!! i make jokes about queerphobia as if i am a queerphobe sometimes to be silly!! i'm not a queerphobe, obviously!! if you have an issue with the jokes i make or things i talk about just tell me??? like it's not that hard
not like u didnt totally chat abt sexual shit around a minor anyways tho so rlly i shouldnt care lol it's not even funny i am so glad you're out of my life, even if it was in the most bullshit and mean way to end that very short-lived "friendship" like okay ur friend insults me to my face and i find out youve been talking about me behind my back, without addressing anything civilly, nor directly...and you still think you're in the right, despite all that?
if i had an issue with you while we were still friends, i would've told you and talked through it. you didn't have the decency to do the same for me, therefore 0 respect. therefore, we never should've been friends in the first place. kinda hope someday u see this and rethink the way u handle shit like this. ive heard from people that you've treated others like this before, so maybe dont. it's not healthy to talk about people with your friends, behind their back, without bringing anything up to them, especially if it gets to the point where you dont want to be their friend. just fucking tell people your problems next time like jesus christ
my last post abt this shit was prolly very OTT [i have bpd, long story short] but this is like. genuine. be nice and open-minded, people deserve a chance to redeem themselves, especially if you haven't pulled them up for their hurtful behaviour prior
this is probably the last post im posting here. read tags if u dare .,,
#apollo srs's#ftr i am like. nothing like what i was back then#i may still make jokes to cope but i constantly ask abt ppl's boundaries and shit#in a way i have you to thank for that#or more specifically the absolute mess you made of my emotions back then#but nowadays i try to be open with people and essentially follow the opposite of your examples#i was actually trying to fit in back then but obviously i read the room wrong#nowadays i dont do that. if ppl dont like me for who i am they can find someone else to be their friend#i am still working on myself and im always going to be somewhat flawed. but im happy how i am rn#and the friends i have nowadays r lovely people inside and out and i love them to pieces
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