The spider.

     The black spider with radiant evenly placed drops of white light stalks you. It's black, a silky black, no bigger than a tarantula. As soon as you close your eyes and go to sleep, it appears. First time you see it with your dream eyes. Sleep on your side, it's better that way . You think it's a dream, until it comes too close and the white light shines on your eye lids. You wake with panic and rapid movements, scared you are. But it's not there. You hope it never happens again. Now go to sleep.

In the cube

          Should this story (scene) be longer ?

          In the cube battles are fought. Lives are lost. It's an ancient war replica. Replicated are the numbers of lives lost. Soldiers lose their mind. And also a lot of fun...for those with nothing to care about.
          It's called The Cube because of the topology of that bit of space made the war debris form a cube. 
          On board of the entrance complex, in the great hall, soldiers swear the faith for which they fight. With chins up they repeat the commander's words:
            Silence...the commander takes a look and leaves. As he outed  through the great door, the soldiers behind him with a fluid and coordinated motion put their hands on their crotches and shout:


           Laughs reverberate. The commander came back and shouted:



A girl ...

        A mignon girl. With olive skin. A cute crooked nose. She has the will to work and to handle life's challenges. Black eyes like pearls. She doesn't know that life is a storm, that we are all fish in the water below.
Better stay deep. At the surface a smile does not work, the sun burns.

Nightmares .

               Always he tries to reach the coffin. To burry it . Not to upset the person inside. The universe throws challenges, many hilarious. What a nightmare.

On a cloudy day...

            On a cloudy day they visited the house. An autumn day. A big old Russian style mansion left to rot.
In front of the house a fountain.

             -I'll inspect the fountain! You go round the house!
             -YEES...Very hard work you chose there! the other left with laughs.

           He threw a rock in to the fountain. It was dry. Staring at the dark filled hole he took out his monster flashlight. More of a police baton. The flashlight's length hit him in the face. The dark was quickly beaten by the light. And the fountain did not look like a fountain, more like an sky opening to a large cellar. A lot of debris laid scattered down there. Red bricks and plastic wrappers.

           -Interesting, interesting, he said to himself.

          He leaned more to have a better look. The flashlight slips his clutch and drops. With an expression that confessed his stupidity he panted, the house was big in front of him. As he looked again after the flashlight it was not there. Only darkness.

                -Maybe it broke. Even LEDs break.

                A "puff' of light hit his face and eyes. He looked, his flashlight was pointed up as he could see the heads of the leads and light cones. It disappeared as if someone ran away with it.
                His feet started moving real fast, he was running, he bumped into his colleague. His colleague had a wound on his left arm.
                -What are you doing? Why did you enter the house? The draft slammed a window in to my arm...
                -I didn't enter the house.

               A strange presence could be felt. On their left something like a dog was taking shape. A small black dog. It began charging towards them.

               It had no eyes nor ears. It was circling them with a sinister growl. Bullets did not intimidate it.
               Only the prayer that the flashlight man was mumbling seemed to have effect. From time to time the thing tried to bite. It felt like a burn. 
               They wanted to reach for the car. But the progress was slow. It was hard to walk in a shower of demonic aggression.

It's a weird world...

It's a weird world. Everybody wants to watch the dream, live the dream, make the dream happen. So many souls, so many religions. We think by the examples of movies, music and attitudes preached on TV, Internet and bars. We are chasing dreams that are not actually our own. It's like our life is a ritual to get the spirit inside us, a spirit that does not exist. So we bathe in our borrowed egos and ignorance. I think we are a little bit...dumb.

We are all fooled to think we do the right thing, that we took the right path. Drones. Parrots. Welcome to the ZOO.

The rain.

     Rain pours down. The forest embracing the hills is now wet, the green is delicious. Clouds run from north to south, the water drops is a gift a soul can not resist. Cats sit on the window sill. There is no electricty.


  Real people always end hated and forgotten. Those which are true people's people, those that are really empathic and want other's good end up unhappy. The world has a residual evilness in it, you can look at it as ignorance, greed etc. It's just evil.

Don't worship evil like this.

Silly thought

Silly thought...Why are people afraid of getting from  A to B in the longest time possible?

They get to think more about themselves. People do not like that.


Tanks march.

Tanks march at rainbow's end.:)

Isn't that a title for a good story or maybe a short movie?

Urban assault soldier's nightmare

I have imagined this story after year of passion for a game. The game is Urban Assault:

I have strange reoccurring dreams of a little girl playing hopscotch on a Stoudson trigger .
I myself in my dream am siting on a cliff not far away .
She has a long dress over her dis-completed biowear .She smiles at me, I smile at her.
I gaze at the black sky. A smile grows inside me and on my face .
I try to lay on my back, with artistic motions as my cat when it walked the earth. My head has no time to touch the cold steel, fear pours in my veins.
Every bone, muscle, cell, molecule in my body yells danger. I jump on my feet, I try to sprint in the child's direction. Not fast enough, ankle aches.
Silence and a fine red mist touches my face. I slow down, my eyes are jumping left and right, up and down looking where the child was.
My helmet ricochets hitting the ground .
I wake up with a twitching eyelid.

The learning institutions

 We have evolved in many aspects these past few decades. The only thing that has not evolved is education.
I think no one wants to make learning and the institutions really loved. There's a dark interest in the middle.
We want efficiency. Nobody had a thought about making learning and school efficient.
In the future 16 year olds will have BSc under their belts. It's not about IQ.

The waves...

A short scene of a gruesome battle:

"The waves clash in the shy valley. Cries and curses reverberate. On each side the generals watch bored. You can tell the ones with brains or brawn. They would rather be drinking..."

In space

How would it feel to be lost in the vacuum of space?

"The Maus is drifting in deep space, slowly rotating. No star maps, no gyro's, no RFTH. The hull's skin is not repairing. Just a vague lite that reminds me of life's faith. Pressure is slowly fading, the cold is creeping. It would be perfect if mind would be clear with it."

At heaven's gate.

A nice short short story about when you reach heaven's gate. If...

Found myself at heaven's gate. No sound of joy or eternal glow. Smoked my cigarette and knocked. And knocked again. One gate slowly cracked open. A green sleepy devil answered: "Real-estate investment!!! Get out before i call the hell hounds!".
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