SkyDarkStar
05-20-2011, 03:21 AM
I'm not sure how good of a writer I am, so I decided to give it a shot with this. It is an assignment for class, but I was deeply interested in the own world I created. If enough positive feedback/criticism is given (i posted this on facebook as well), I may very well try to write a prequel and maybe a sequel as well. I am expecting to have some grammatical errors or whatever, but, some of the things I did I think are just part of my style, y'know? Without further ado, here it is!
"Falling Ascension”
Part I: Leap of Faith
"Zenith, his ultimate salvation, bathed in darkness while being cleansed in light. His fate, forever obliterated, his stars in the sky glow dim. His mind shattered to pieces, glass will never beat this steel; this steel cage confining a reflection-less mirror. Rumors are told the Grim Reaper’s breath begets reflections of the former self. A shattered mirror is like dealing death to the dead."
Alas, here I stand, the cold air constantly blowing my long, straight hair upright, only to fall back down moments later. My crystal clear eyes gazed at the grand sky populated by hellish clouds with heavenly light piercing through them. The light would be too blinding to stare at if it wasn’t for the darkness of the clouds. I looked down to face the mirror I had been standing on this whole time, almost forgetting it was there. I stared intently at the flat sheet of absolute truth, as if by doing so I would find the answers I wasn’t even sure if I was looking for. Harder now I stared, until a faint, blurred image generated itself inside the parallel space. My heart beat fast, my faith slowly rejuvenating. Suddenly, the hellish clouds overhead roared a thundering roar. It began to rain. The image disappeared. Soaked in my own dark abyss, I decided on my ultimatum. And with a leap of faith, my eternal ascension began.
Part II: The Falling of Ascension
"A descending, spiraling arrow pierced the eternal darkness, becoming lost in its vastness. The Grim Reaper’s breath nowhere to be seen. Hopelessness doubly proportionate with his exponentially increasing fear, these two forces began to overpower him with insanity. For him, his absolute fear was not death, but living a life of nothingness only to die into non-existence. If a mortal life truly has no meaning, then is there any place for that soul to exist in the afterlife?”
Darkness; everywhere. I turn and look in all directions possible but to no avail do I encounter even the slimmest glow of light. But is it light I’m really seeking? Could this darkness I currently reside in only be a mask of what I really desire? Light and dark, such universal opposites, is there no in-between? Is there no line that divides the two, or is it so thin that we as humans could never perceive it? I’m beginning to wonder why I’m even thinking these thoughts, why am I so concerned about such versatile topics. Then it hit me; perhaps these thoughts, no matter how many pieces I lose, will always be connected to me, somehow. As I plummeted deeper into thought, I heard an outrageously loud booming noise. I looked in what direction I assumed to be upward, and soon afterward a bright light enveloped my fading existence.
The sudden flash lasted few seconds, but within that time frame for what seemed like an eternity, I glimpsed a figure protruding into the sky. It looked as it was trying to reach the heavens, and from my perspective it looked as if it was almost there. Funny how I suddenly thought it appeared to be scraping the sky of its clouds. As the flash finally began to dim, with the light’s dying moments, I noticed something… someone falling right in front of me. The person looked quite distraught, as if losing the will to live. Then, all of a sudden, the person started convulsing terribly, shrieking with forbidden pain as a bolt of light struck. The bolts danced all around the person, moving in unthinkable zigzag-like motions. The bolts were so divinely powerful that the person just shattered into uncountable shards and fragments.
As I watched the very existence of whoever that person was become extinct in an instant, images started self-generating themselves right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t make out what the images were, but somehow they seemed as if they belonged to me. In one image I saw myself running up some stairs with unyielding determination in my eyes. In another I was surrounded by hordes of people either praising or exiling me. But what could this flurry of realities mean to me? I attempted to lounge my arm out to touch an image that seemed to glow more brilliantly than the others, before realizing I couldn’t move a muscle. With much difficulty I turned my head to see my arm with the little visibility I had originally. I thought I was going insane because it seemed to me that my arm… had gotten darker somehow? The final image infused itself into my head and began illuminating a red hue, it was all I could see no matter where I turned my head. Then slowly, almost ominously, the image started to bleed out from my memory. As I witnessed… rather felt the image fade into nothingness, I suddenly understood why this one image was so important. Before I could reason any further, everything just… stopped.
Somehow even the darkness encompassing me seemed to still. Frightened by this timeless phenomenon, I slowly looked down and saw that I was mere centimeters away from salvation. Then I suddenly realized what was going on. The Grim Reaper had come at last. The darkness emanating around me was not the nothingness swallowing me as I had feared, but I was already under the influence of the Grim Reaper’s breath. After concluding this realization a hollowly figure manifested itself, consuming all of the darkness around me to take shape. What I saw created in front of me was a trench coat hovering in the air with a hood over its invisible head. In one hand it grasped a massive scythe, which rested on its shoulder’s as the trench coat burned dark flames only for those flames to moments later find their way back into the coat. It hovered closer now, and without warning an overwhelming fear attacked my heart, causing it to beat irrationally fast. My movements restricted, I was stuck inside some timeless void. The Grim Reaper raised the arm not carrying the scythe, and plunged his finger into my soul.
Suddenly, I experienced a revelation, and all at once everything was restored. For that brief moment, I finally understood what it meant to exist meaningfully. But the feeling lasted mere seconds. The Grim Reaper disappeared, time was restored to its natural flow, and blood rushed out of all the openings in my head which caused ultimate suffering for those mere seconds. Everything went black… Zenith, my ultimate salvation, had finally been attained.
Part III: The Never-ending Cycle
His conquest completed, his being restored, his soul left the terrestrial realm and ventured into the celestial one. But, for everything his former self was, his later was not. These two sides collided, like light and dark. There was no Heaven; there was no Hell. For this man, who unwillingly traded his purity for completion, was now forced with the worst punishment. There was no Heaven; there was no Hell. For him, there was only…nothingness. “It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so”-William Shakespeare
"Falling Ascension”
Part I: Leap of Faith
"Zenith, his ultimate salvation, bathed in darkness while being cleansed in light. His fate, forever obliterated, his stars in the sky glow dim. His mind shattered to pieces, glass will never beat this steel; this steel cage confining a reflection-less mirror. Rumors are told the Grim Reaper’s breath begets reflections of the former self. A shattered mirror is like dealing death to the dead."
Alas, here I stand, the cold air constantly blowing my long, straight hair upright, only to fall back down moments later. My crystal clear eyes gazed at the grand sky populated by hellish clouds with heavenly light piercing through them. The light would be too blinding to stare at if it wasn’t for the darkness of the clouds. I looked down to face the mirror I had been standing on this whole time, almost forgetting it was there. I stared intently at the flat sheet of absolute truth, as if by doing so I would find the answers I wasn’t even sure if I was looking for. Harder now I stared, until a faint, blurred image generated itself inside the parallel space. My heart beat fast, my faith slowly rejuvenating. Suddenly, the hellish clouds overhead roared a thundering roar. It began to rain. The image disappeared. Soaked in my own dark abyss, I decided on my ultimatum. And with a leap of faith, my eternal ascension began.
Part II: The Falling of Ascension
"A descending, spiraling arrow pierced the eternal darkness, becoming lost in its vastness. The Grim Reaper’s breath nowhere to be seen. Hopelessness doubly proportionate with his exponentially increasing fear, these two forces began to overpower him with insanity. For him, his absolute fear was not death, but living a life of nothingness only to die into non-existence. If a mortal life truly has no meaning, then is there any place for that soul to exist in the afterlife?”
Darkness; everywhere. I turn and look in all directions possible but to no avail do I encounter even the slimmest glow of light. But is it light I’m really seeking? Could this darkness I currently reside in only be a mask of what I really desire? Light and dark, such universal opposites, is there no in-between? Is there no line that divides the two, or is it so thin that we as humans could never perceive it? I’m beginning to wonder why I’m even thinking these thoughts, why am I so concerned about such versatile topics. Then it hit me; perhaps these thoughts, no matter how many pieces I lose, will always be connected to me, somehow. As I plummeted deeper into thought, I heard an outrageously loud booming noise. I looked in what direction I assumed to be upward, and soon afterward a bright light enveloped my fading existence.
The sudden flash lasted few seconds, but within that time frame for what seemed like an eternity, I glimpsed a figure protruding into the sky. It looked as it was trying to reach the heavens, and from my perspective it looked as if it was almost there. Funny how I suddenly thought it appeared to be scraping the sky of its clouds. As the flash finally began to dim, with the light’s dying moments, I noticed something… someone falling right in front of me. The person looked quite distraught, as if losing the will to live. Then, all of a sudden, the person started convulsing terribly, shrieking with forbidden pain as a bolt of light struck. The bolts danced all around the person, moving in unthinkable zigzag-like motions. The bolts were so divinely powerful that the person just shattered into uncountable shards and fragments.
As I watched the very existence of whoever that person was become extinct in an instant, images started self-generating themselves right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t make out what the images were, but somehow they seemed as if they belonged to me. In one image I saw myself running up some stairs with unyielding determination in my eyes. In another I was surrounded by hordes of people either praising or exiling me. But what could this flurry of realities mean to me? I attempted to lounge my arm out to touch an image that seemed to glow more brilliantly than the others, before realizing I couldn’t move a muscle. With much difficulty I turned my head to see my arm with the little visibility I had originally. I thought I was going insane because it seemed to me that my arm… had gotten darker somehow? The final image infused itself into my head and began illuminating a red hue, it was all I could see no matter where I turned my head. Then slowly, almost ominously, the image started to bleed out from my memory. As I witnessed… rather felt the image fade into nothingness, I suddenly understood why this one image was so important. Before I could reason any further, everything just… stopped.
Somehow even the darkness encompassing me seemed to still. Frightened by this timeless phenomenon, I slowly looked down and saw that I was mere centimeters away from salvation. Then I suddenly realized what was going on. The Grim Reaper had come at last. The darkness emanating around me was not the nothingness swallowing me as I had feared, but I was already under the influence of the Grim Reaper’s breath. After concluding this realization a hollowly figure manifested itself, consuming all of the darkness around me to take shape. What I saw created in front of me was a trench coat hovering in the air with a hood over its invisible head. In one hand it grasped a massive scythe, which rested on its shoulder’s as the trench coat burned dark flames only for those flames to moments later find their way back into the coat. It hovered closer now, and without warning an overwhelming fear attacked my heart, causing it to beat irrationally fast. My movements restricted, I was stuck inside some timeless void. The Grim Reaper raised the arm not carrying the scythe, and plunged his finger into my soul.
Suddenly, I experienced a revelation, and all at once everything was restored. For that brief moment, I finally understood what it meant to exist meaningfully. But the feeling lasted mere seconds. The Grim Reaper disappeared, time was restored to its natural flow, and blood rushed out of all the openings in my head which caused ultimate suffering for those mere seconds. Everything went black… Zenith, my ultimate salvation, had finally been attained.
Part III: The Never-ending Cycle
His conquest completed, his being restored, his soul left the terrestrial realm and ventured into the celestial one. But, for everything his former self was, his later was not. These two sides collided, like light and dark. There was no Heaven; there was no Hell. For this man, who unwillingly traded his purity for completion, was now forced with the worst punishment. There was no Heaven; there was no Hell. For him, there was only…nothingness. “It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so”-William Shakespeare