Today I will break schedule before it even gets going as I have already developed a side project. Having read a lot of creepy pasta I have decided on making my own which I hope goes quite viral, for this reason I am doing quite a bit of research into the topic tonight and will be unable to write/rewrite a story.
Not sure whether I'll post that story here or not ...I might but I feel it would ruin the point of it if I did. Hrmm I think I should post something interesting here today anyway, to avoid what happened before. Oh, I know let's talk about aliens, well I'll talk about them and pretend you're attentively listening as I....type.
WARNING: This turned into an uninteresting rant, only read on if you have nothing else to do.
Y'know what annoys me, people that think they're oh so smart because they don't believe in aliens, the anger rushes through me like an oxtail soup when people say this. Like I understand why people don't believe in aliens, yada yada we haven't made contact yet blah blah blah ...BUT the very idea of making contact is an almost impossible feat when looked upon rationally as aliens would need to bend the laws of physics to merely get here in less than a few million years.
Okay now here's why I believe aliens exist and why it angers me when people blatantly refuse any possibility that they do. Okay according to modern estimates there are as many galaxies in the universe as there are grains of sand on earth. Now throw onto that that there are 200 billion stars in our galaxy alone and we are beginning to see how colossally vain we are as a species to believe we are alone in the universe.
If we are to then assume each star contains a conservative, single rock-type planet and that beings can only exist on such planets then we are left still with a massive number. However what also must be taken into account is that the planet must be located along a small imaginary line outside the star for life to exist on it, this area is called the "habitable zone". Even though the odds of a rock planet existing in the habitable zone are slim the fact that there are so many galaxies with so many stars has to mean there is more life out there than us. Who knows maybe there are even galactic armies floating around in the Andromeda galaxy.
Blargh this turned into an uninteresting rant so imma put a warning at the start of it, thanks to all who stuck round and listened. Live long and prosper....yo.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Has to be posted
So creepy but oh so funny, I'd really hate to live across the street from this place.
Surviving
November 14th, 1945
Snowflakes waded from side to side as they gently drifted down and landed on the piles of rubble still lining the streets of Berlin. The spectacle was far from mundane but the local inhabitants had gotten used to it over the past few months. After the great war obtaining basic necessities such as food was a daunting task, most aid being brought into the city was quickly harvested by the corrupt officials and spread out to the highest bidders.
The middle class was affected the worst, they had no access to the supplies and had little knowledge of how to scavenge, this led to the sight of hundreds of mindless souls walking down the streets of Berlin desperately seeking hand-outs. On one such search for scraps a young woman named Marlene was greeted by a middle aged man brandishing a walking stick and an almost scholarly beard.
His eyes flickered with life but his posture gave him the look of a man struck with leprosy. After nudging her on the sho
ulder with his frail hands he slowly composed himself and began to speak.
"Excuse me, could you be a dear and help a failing old man with a small task".
Marlene was took back by his odd tone of voice but agreed as long as it wasn't too difficult. A slight smile crossed the man's face before he let out a boisterous roar of laughter. Which clashed with his previous demeanour. Slowly the man reached for his breast pocket and pulled out a clean envelope.
"I'd be most gracious if you could deliver this to an old friend of mine, I'd do it myself but I'm afraid my legs give way if I keep on them too long".
The young woman was hesitant at first but agreed to assist him out of sympathy after she learnt the address was on her way home. Gently she took the letter from the man's failing hands and slipped it into her own pocket. With that the man left, slowly he became enveloped in the crowd and the girl proceeded on home wards as it was getting late.
On the way home she finally came to the address written on the envelope, the building in front of her was daunting as it seemed to loom over the rubble that used to be neighbouring buildings. Slowly she advanced towards the structure and was about to knock on the front door when she caught a glimpse through an opening of the curtains inside the building of indistinguishable masses of flesh hanging from hooks on the roof. An immediate fear paralyzed the girl for a few seconds until she eventually turned away from the building and ran.
She rushed back to her house with fear the only thing keeping her legs moving. When inside her dilapidated abode she froze in place for what seemed like minutes. Eventually she broke from her stupor and grasped at the inside of her pocket. She took out the letter contained within and slowly opened it to reveal a piece of white paper with one crudely written line in its centre, it read a few simple words Marlene would never forget;
"This is the last one I'm sending today"
Snowflakes waded from side to side as they gently drifted down and landed on the piles of rubble still lining the streets of Berlin. The spectacle was far from mundane but the local inhabitants had gotten used to it over the past few months. After the great war obtaining basic necessities such as food was a daunting task, most aid being brought into the city was quickly harvested by the corrupt officials and spread out to the highest bidders.
The middle class was affected the worst, they had no access to the supplies and had little knowledge of how to scavenge, this led to the sight of hundreds of mindless souls walking down the streets of Berlin desperately seeking hand-outs. On one such search for scraps a young woman named Marlene was greeted by a middle aged man brandishing a walking stick and an almost scholarly beard.
His eyes flickered with life but his posture gave him the look of a man struck with leprosy. After nudging her on the sho
ulder with his frail hands he slowly composed himself and began to speak."Excuse me, could you be a dear and help a failing old man with a small task".
Marlene was took back by his odd tone of voice but agreed as long as it wasn't too difficult. A slight smile crossed the man's face before he let out a boisterous roar of laughter. Which clashed with his previous demeanour. Slowly the man reached for his breast pocket and pulled out a clean envelope.
"I'd be most gracious if you could deliver this to an old friend of mine, I'd do it myself but I'm afraid my legs give way if I keep on them too long".
The young woman was hesitant at first but agreed to assist him out of sympathy after she learnt the address was on her way home. Gently she took the letter from the man's failing hands and slipped it into her own pocket. With that the man left, slowly he became enveloped in the crowd and the girl proceeded on home wards as it was getting late.
On the way home she finally came to the address written on the envelope, the building in front of her was daunting as it seemed to loom over the rubble that used to be neighbouring buildings. Slowly she advanced towards the structure and was about to knock on the front door when she caught a glimpse through an opening of the curtains inside the building of indistinguishable masses of flesh hanging from hooks on the roof. An immediate fear paralyzed the girl for a few seconds until she eventually turned away from the building and ran.
She rushed back to her house with fear the only thing keeping her legs moving. When inside her dilapidated abode she froze in place for what seemed like minutes. Eventually she broke from her stupor and grasped at the inside of her pocket. She took out the letter contained within and slowly opened it to reveal a piece of white paper with one crudely written line in its centre, it read a few simple words Marlene would never forget;
"This is the last one I'm sending today"
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