A walk to an eternal light can be confusing if the walker can't remember standing up. Each step grows longer and the path toward the goal disappears beneath my feet. Confusion can't take me. I have no place for confusion to take. Other beings walk around me with morbid purpose and out of place states. They all share the same blank face and nearly meaningless path we wonder on. We shuffle soundlessly to a same destination. Shuffle, and fumble seemingly meaninglessly. The same goal expressed infinatly across these same journeys. The light becons us. An endless time away but always as featurless as everything around. You don't want whats behind us. You can't see what's behind the light. You'll only see what's here. You want to smile? You want to breathe? You want to talk? You want to listen? You want to see? You want to rebel? You want to touch? You want to kiss? You want to clothe? You don't want to be here? With the nearly meaningless I share with my shambling acquaintances? You won't
Jo The Greatest: Part 2 by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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Jo The Greatest: Part 2
For the first time in his visit, he felt a sincere enjoyment in his short stay, barring any momentary pieces of pleasure one may normally experience in the confined spaces on a train carriage. Such as added legroom on the departure of a neighboring traveler. The one in the top hat often preferred a solo journey, in tight fits especially.
Bottles of branded spirits garnished top to bottom on seemingly low-quality shelves. The contrasting quality raised an eyebrow for the one in the top hat. Poor vendors trading what they can't themselves afford struck a familiar tune within. He approached the stall, noticing the variety of items for sale with
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 11. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 11.
"And that's the Communist Manifesto," said Doris as she finished reading the Communist Manifesto to her favorite daughter.
"Okay, as always, love it when you read me the Communist Manifesto in its entirety, but my question was about going to my friend/fellow montage enthusiast house," Maria asked, clearly annoyed that her mother two hours out of the twenty-four day to re-read the Communist Manifesto to her for the three-hundred and the fourteenth time in her life.
"Ah yes, of course, how silly of me," Doris said, though she was utterly confused as she literally thought that Marisa asked to be read the Communist Manifesto for the three-hundr
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 1. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 1.
There it is. Another baby. I know what your thinking. You're thinking:
"Geez wowwwwww. A baby!!!!. Gee wizz. I have NEVER seen a BABY before. JFC. This is sooooo flipping original."
I know, I know. I need to get my sh!& together and whatnot. But bare with me here, because this baby is our main character. Trust me, this will all be worth it.
This human, fresh into life-hood, has been named Maria Calei, after Maria the Second Queen of Portugal, Brazil, and the Algarves ( 1734 – 1816). The Calei had no ties to Portugal or the surrounding nations, they were just big fans of her reign, especially her decision to dismiss the current Se
The Supernatural Christmas Tale. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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The Supernatural Christmas Tale.
Twas the night before Christmas,
and the word passed around.
Castiel was visiting
the bunker underground.
Dean was dancing and
singing with all his glee.
Sam, also merry, faced discomfort
and had to go pee.
The bunker was bright,
as the many colors shone.
The Winchesters celebrated Christmas;
in their very first home.
"Deck the halls with something something something, fa lalalalala lala la la," Dean sung with clearly little knowledge of a well-known carol.
"Sammmmmmyyy!!!!" Dean shouted down a colorfully lite hall, "Are you done yetttttt?."
"No!" Sammy yelled from the bathroom, regretting eating that gas-station sushi. Dean was concer
The Exploits of Team Free-Will on the Moon Part 1 by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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The Exploits of Team Free-Will on the Moon Part 1
So there they were. Dean and Sam and Castiel all sitting on chairs next to table in the library of the bunker that is underground and secret but still has electricity for some reason. Their was about to be a new record for the longest time they've ever been silent when suddenly Dean's phone started to play the John Cena theme song.
"New ringtone?" Asked Sam, almost condescendingly.
"I don't even know what a John Singer is." Dean said confused, as Gabriel came in wearing his favorite porn-stach. Cas was jelly that he destroyed his favorite door. Gabriel walked down the stairs to the John Cena theme knowing this. When he reached the ground th
Everything That Can Kill You From A-Z. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
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Everything That Can Kill You From A-Z.
"A slender figure looks out of the high window under a solemn occasion.
I hope dinner isn't ready"- The last entry from the journal of Adelia VanHelnman. Cause of Death: Poison of a Lily.
Unfortunately for young Master Fletcher Baxtin, he lives in a world where the line between living and dying is separated by a line so easily crossable, people have dedicated entire businesses towards it and have been very successful in these ventures. From boxes for corpses to the new fad of "life insurance", Fletcher has seen people cough up there pointy cash for these lifeless products. However, Fletcher has never really bought into goods and services. He
A walk to an eternal light can be confusing if the walker can't remember standing up. Each step grows longer and the path toward the goal disappears beneath my feet. Confusion can't take me. I have no place for confusion to take. Other beings walk around me with morbid purpose and out of place states. They all share the same blank face and nearly meaningless path we wonder on. We shuffle soundlessly to a same destination. Shuffle, and fumble seemingly meaninglessly. The same goal expressed infinatly across these same journeys. The light becons us. An endless time away but always as featurless as everything around. You don't want whats behind us. You can't see what's behind the light. You'll only see what's here. You want to smile? You want to breathe? You want to talk? You want to listen? You want to see? You want to rebel? You want to touch? You want to kiss? You want to clothe? You don't want to be here? With the nearly meaningless I share with my shambling acquaintances? You won't
Jo The Greatest: Part 2 by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
Jo The Greatest: Part 2
For the first time in his visit, he felt a sincere enjoyment in his short stay, barring any momentary pieces of pleasure one may normally experience in the confined spaces on a train carriage. Such as added legroom on the departure of a neighboring traveler. The one in the top hat often preferred a solo journey, in tight fits especially.
Bottles of branded spirits garnished top to bottom on seemingly low-quality shelves. The contrasting quality raised an eyebrow for the one in the top hat. Poor vendors trading what they can't themselves afford struck a familiar tune within. He approached the stall, noticing the variety of items for sale with
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 11. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 11.
"And that's the Communist Manifesto," said Doris as she finished reading the Communist Manifesto to her favorite daughter.
"Okay, as always, love it when you read me the Communist Manifesto in its entirety, but my question was about going to my friend/fellow montage enthusiast house," Maria asked, clearly annoyed that her mother two hours out of the twenty-four day to re-read the Communist Manifesto to her for the three-hundred and the fourteenth time in her life.
"Ah yes, of course, how silly of me," Doris said, though she was utterly confused as she literally thought that Marisa asked to be read the Communist Manifesto for the three-hundr
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 1. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
The Incomprehensive Reveries of Maria: Year 1.
There it is. Another baby. I know what your thinking. You're thinking:
"Geez wowwwwww. A baby!!!!. Gee wizz. I have NEVER seen a BABY before. JFC. This is sooooo flipping original."
I know, I know. I need to get my sh!& together and whatnot. But bare with me here, because this baby is our main character. Trust me, this will all be worth it.
This human, fresh into life-hood, has been named Maria Calei, after Maria the Second Queen of Portugal, Brazil, and the Algarves ( 1734 – 1816). The Calei had no ties to Portugal or the surrounding nations, they were just big fans of her reign, especially her decision to dismiss the current Se
The Supernatural Christmas Tale. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
The Supernatural Christmas Tale.
Twas the night before Christmas,
and the word passed around.
Castiel was visiting
the bunker underground.
Dean was dancing and
singing with all his glee.
Sam, also merry, faced discomfort
and had to go pee.
The bunker was bright,
as the many colors shone.
The Winchesters celebrated Christmas;
in their very first home.
"Deck the halls with something something something, fa lalalalala lala la la," Dean sung with clearly little knowledge of a well-known carol.
"Sammmmmmyyy!!!!" Dean shouted down a colorfully lite hall, "Are you done yetttttt?."
"No!" Sammy yelled from the bathroom, regretting eating that gas-station sushi. Dean was concer
Everything That Can Kill You From A-Z. by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
Everything That Can Kill You From A-Z.
"A slender figure looks out of the high window under a solemn occasion.
I hope dinner isn't ready"- The last entry from the journal of Adelia VanHelnman. Cause of Death: Poison of a Lily.
Unfortunately for young Master Fletcher Baxtin, he lives in a world where the line between living and dying is separated by a line so easily crossable, people have dedicated entire businesses towards it and have been very successful in these ventures. From boxes for corpses to the new fad of "life insurance", Fletcher has seen people cough up there pointy cash for these lifeless products. However, Fletcher has never really bought into goods and services. He
In the Shoes of Lachalan: Part ??? by The-Last-Galaxy, literature
Literature
In the Shoes of Lachalan: Part ???
*Narrator Voice*
"Previously on 'In the Shoes of Lachalan'... Okay guys, very funny. What's the actual title?"
"What?.. what do you mean it blew up?"
"That's it I'm out."
...
Luckily Lachalan is here to save the day.
"Wow. Do I have to do everything myself? Okay. So here's the thing. I'm a full-time teenage evil scientist with a cuddly robot panda music expert teddy, whom is named Gyro."
"GYROO."
"Nicely put, Gyro. Anyway a few months ago I was hired by Professor Doompants, the lowest of low. The most evil and deranged psychopathy of the Doom-squad. He once killed a tiger with a toe nail. So naturally I looked up to him like a god damn
Someone give me something to write about. My head is like a Rube Goldberg machine. It overthinks the most basic of task. I need a single idea to focus on. Help me!
Well now i feel like trash. I was passed over for a scholarship I was really looking forward to. So it might be a while before I feel like posting anything. Except for you Ms Blackfire-Autobot, you know why.