Writing

[Swanny]

does anyone "write" or enjoy "writing"

like poetry or something

floetry?

[BELETH the Mighty]

Why, I've done myself a good bit of writing, mainly comedy or satire.

[scott]

BELETH said:

Why, I've done myself a good bit of writing, mainly comedy or satire.

i remember reading something you did for school for last year,and it was pretyt good.you should post some stuff.

[BELETH the Mighty]

Alright, here's a little piece about a hyperintelligent chicken fetus who doesn't know why he's in his egg, or how to get out of it, thus he is driven insane. Enjoy.

P.S. - Keep in mind this is about a fictional chicken, and you'll find humor in it. Otherwise you'll, hell, I dunno, kill yourself.

Memoirs of a Recently Conceived Fowl –Degradation into Madness


Ben Hollman

Day One

…My name…as if it or anything else really matters…is Pipin. Just how or why my essence has been labeled in such an absurd fashion is unknown to me. I was simply brought into this despicable existence fully conscious and aware, yet I was given nothing more. No knowledge of where I am, what I am, why I’m here. Just the cognitive abilities of thought and reason. For what has seemed like an eternity I have lain here, cold, afraid, until this very day. For on this day, a new feeling came upon me; warmth. In a most inexplicable manner, this phenomenon brought itself unto me, filling me with comfort, caressing me with its tranquil lustre. But alas, every silver lining has a dark cloud, for with this new force of calm came a new ill, a new pain. The noise. That terrible, unspeakable sound. A low, pulsating “thump”, “thump”, which despite my most desperate pleas, refuses to abate. This dissonance was not an unfamiliar one, however. It was not unlike the insignificant sound of my beating heart, yet much louder, and infinitely more disturbing. Thus I theorize that I have been engulfed by another creature of massive proportions, a being of pure evil; ugly and malevolent. However, with this new horror comes the assurance that there is in fact a universe outside this prison that ruthlessly contains me. I shall end this entry for today, for with every letter I grow more hopelessly depressed, if such a thing is possible.




Day Two

…The Great Suffering continues, as I lose more of myself with every passing moment in this solitary Hell. I am not completely sure, but I feel as if this device that imprisons me gets smaller every day. Yes...it does. I’m now confident that my living space is reducing in size at a gradual rate. Now that I think of it, I barely have enough room to move these useless appendages of mine…my God! What if…oh, let it not be so…what if it continues to shrink, until it smothers me, crushes me with its unforgiving walls of oblivion! Is this why I was brought into this world? Simply to meet a terrible, gruesome end at the hands of the very thing that I despise most? What have I done to bring this cruel fate upon myself? What wrongs have a committed against my merciless Creator to deserve this most vile punishment of punishments? The noise, it continues its unrelenting reverberations throughout my mind, tormenting me! I beg of you, please make it stop! Please…make it stop….
More on the tragedy that is my life tomorrow…although I pray that tomorrow never comes….





Day Three

Hee hee…ha ha…hee. Ha ha…ho ho ho! The…the…spoons… beautiful…shimmering…spoons…. Beautiful, shimmering spoons…in the sky…. And carrots…carrots of gold! Wonderful…hee hee…. How I adore my precious shimmering spoons and my adorable gilded carrots…. CARROTS AND SPOONS!!! CARROTS AND SPOONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HEE HEE! HO HO! BWAHAHAHA!!! LOVELY!!!! LOVELY LITTLE SPOONS AND CARROTS FOR ME!! ALL FOR ME, MY GOD, HOW THEY GLOW!!! THEY GLOW IN THE SKY, JUST FOR ME!!!! MEEEEEE!!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!
…Please let me die.






Day Four

…I had another…episode yesterday. A direct result of my confinement in this ever-constricting cell of ruinous bereavement. I would have taken my own life had I still possessed the mobility to do so, but that is a luxury no longer known to me. All that remains is this interminable sound, and this soul-piercing darkness that cannot itself be pierced. Left with no choice but to await my most untimely demise, my mind is launched into a period of reflection, of remembrance. Just when did this all begin? It’s all so unclear…lost unto the void of ethereal memory. Like a leaf, weak and alone, torn unwillingly from the tree, falling down into the pitiless currents of time, cast down the infernal cataract of oblivion. Perhaps it is all a dream, or rather a nightmare. Perhaps I’ll awaken, safe, my sanity intact, engrossed in the most heavenly of eternal joys. Yes, this must be a test! Certainly that is the case! That noise, that giant pulse, perhaps it is not an intangible predator, but instead the voice of God! Yes, yes! It is calling me! Of course, how could I have been so blind? It’s all so clear to me now? I am saved! Once and for all, I have been blessed with the liberation that I have so long desired! I shall conclude this entry as I await salvation from my adversities! There shall be no entry tomorrow, for by then I’ll be free! Free at last!





Day Five

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………………………………I hate my life.
I should have known that I was only fooling myself. Hope is the ultimate instrument of disillusionment and deception. There will be no mercy, no quarter. Not for me, who is destined to suffer without reason, until my life is taken from me just as swiftly as it was given. There is nothing left for me here, nothing but the impenetrable darkness, that despicable sound, and that disgusting warmth which I have learned to fear and distrust. I beseech unto Death to come down upon me, to caress me with her bittersweet kiss of everlasting respite. And yet she does not come, keeping her blessings of eternal sleep just out of my grasp. Thus I remain alone. And thus I’ll remain until this prison chokes the life out of me. Must we wait for that time, O beauteous maiden of truest absolution? …It would appear so. Very well then, I accept my fate. I await the grim embraces of my destiny, no longer carrying the burdens of fear and regret. With the realization of this truth, I am now whole. I am complete. I am ready.
…Please help me.... Spoons….

[bob]

wow... i didnt read it all because it was long and im lazy,but that was funny...

i also heard about someone writing a very long scifi story at troy high...might it have been you?

[Raptor_18]

The concept of a story about a fetus is just genious.

[Swanny]

well, that was pretty long
and you used a lot of big words
good for you

that was well done

[BELETH the Mighty]

Many thanks upon ye and thine ancestors, and yes, that guy who wrote that long story at troy high is in fact moi. Although by any standards other than those of a highschool setting, it wasn't very long, only 70 pages. And I wrote the last 35 pages in three days, so it was a bit of a rush job. But in a couple weeks I'll be starting on a full-length movie script. It shall be most fun.

[sXeMooninite]

ive dabbled
working on a minimag to pass through the underground

[scott]

you can pass it my way,and other people post your writing,ben's was jolly good.