RyPeR1569Super User
Happy Valley: Chapter Oneposted 19 Jun 2012, 14:49Well this is going to be different. As you may have noticed all my blogs have magically disappeared! I kid, I deleted them. "Why would you do that you maniac, that picture with the pizza was the only thing that got me through the day. You asshole!" I deleted all my previous blogs in an attempt to start over because I feel like I've got off on a wrong foot as a SU and I formed a sort of a bad reputation in the community. Well no more Mr. Argue-With-Everything-and-Contest-All-Ideas-Smarty-Pants. From now on it will be just plain ol' RyPeR.
This blog post marks the inauguration of my KAT exclusive short story. A little background on the thing: There's this dude, something happens and he ends up somewhere strange. Ow gimme a break I only started writing the frigging thing and I don't wanna spoil the rest of the story (read: I have no idea what's going to happen next.) A little note though. The story includes mature, religious, and some outright dumb themes. The story will contain some pokes of fun at religion and other sensitive subject but that's only because of....well you'll see for yourself. OK!!! STOP WRITING RYPER! Enjoy! ===================================================================== Happy Valley I “Good morning listeners, what a beautiful morning isn't it? Today there seems to be no clouds whatsoever and little to no chance of any rain. Traffic is light, I guess people skipped work today to be out with family and friends and enjoy this once in a lifetime weather. ” Shit...I wish I thought of that. Instead I'm trapped in this shitty four-wheeled gray box driving to my shitty job dressed in these shitty clothes. What a beautiful fucking morning indeed. Gotta hand it to myself though, it's amazing I still get up every morning. I sometimes think: Why not just blow my fucking brain out? Nope, can't afford the gun. Jump off a bridge? Nope, scared of heights. Hang myself? I heard that takes a while, I'd hate to have second doubts in the process. I mean what's the point? No wife, no kids, all the rest of my family is dead. Shitty job, shitty car, shitty suit, shitty friends. Except Larry, he's cool. Changing the station didn't help...I think the Universe has something against me all of a sudden making my favorite radio stations play all these happy songs...pop songs nonetheless. Driving this section of highway road on my one hour-long trip to work is probably my highlight of the day. Many interesting things happen around here, and they are all easy to spot. I remember this one bird was flying really fast towards this huge truck like it wanted to go through the windshield and kill the son of a bitch driving. But no, the bird flew under the truck and came out the other side unharmed. I though of that all day that day, what if I can do that? Hey look, that truck looks like the one from Transformers. Let's see if I can manage to take its picture...a little closer...come on...dammit...slow down you lousy bastard...ow shit. … … … … .. .. .. . . . “Good morning listeners, what a beautiful morning isn't it? “Good morning listeners, what a beautiful morning isn't it? “Good morning listeners..... “Traffic is light... “Traffic is light... “Traffic is...” Where the hell am I? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- II Man this place is odd, it's dark. What the hell happened? Am I dead...no...that can't be. Damn...what if I really am dead? What a bummer...what do I do now? It's dark, quiet, lonely...for the first time in my life I want people around me...sucks that I'm dead. I guess the Universe did have it in for me after all. Wait...what's that? Christ that's a big gate...could this be Heaven? Who am I kidding, I'll never be in Heaven after what I did as a kid. The ground feels like marble, it's slippery as Hell. I still don't get what happened, was I hit by the truck? “Yes you were!” Who the fuck are you?! “I'm a friend, and you need to relax.” The fuck I'm gonna relax, tell me where I am or I swear to God I'll hit you! “Trust me, you don't want to get on the Big Man's bad side up here buddy. He can get pretty violent when he's mad. Haven't you read his Book? It's pretty interesting” The Big Man...Book? What in the Hell is going on here? Who are you and where am I? “All your question will be answered shortly, all you have to do is follow me. Hurry up now! You don't want to be late do you?” I'm seriously going to punch you if you don't answ... “Humans...they never learn.” |
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I wish you peace, my friend...and all the benefits that accompany it.
You are in my thoughts.
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Sorry to hear you deleted your blogs. My story is similar to RiverCoyote25262 and Smittech34147 's and i think a common theme is to confront the past in order to truly leave it behind.
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As for deleting your blogs. Shame. Self censorship is still censorship, perhaps the worst kind. Besides I liked them!
Sorry you felt it was necessary to delete your blogs RyPeR, I think that’s a shame. We can delete the words but we can’t delete the thoughts that created them, life has no backspace button. Every experience we have good or bad, will change us a little and sometimes the change is for the better and sometimes it is not, but it is always better to try to move forwards than to try to move back.
I am quite keen now to know what happens next in your story; I was quite disappointed when it ended without giving me the answers to my questions, which is an indication of the ability of the storyteller to create a compelling narrative.
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Sorry to hear you deleted your blogs. My story is similar to RiverCoyote25262 and Smittech34147 's and i think a common theme is to confront the past in order to truly leave it behind.
I wish you peace, my friend...and all the benefits that accompany it.
You are in my thoughts.
Look at me, a person says I have crap blogs but still I haven't deleted them because I know even though they're crap but they took slightest of moment to create them.