darknezz111

Prologue: "Pokemon Fever(dream)" The void is darkness and light. The void is life and death. The void is everything and nothing. And then the void becomes a single presence, reaching out… I am aware, and the presence knows me. The presence is an old man. An old man, who is… sleeping? He awakens with a start, and asks what time it is. “It’s 4 in the morning,” I reply, somehow knowing this was right. Memories flood my consciousness, feelings of a life, an identity. Suddenly I can see, the world in front of me, the darkened room we stand in, the old man before me. Our eyes meet. “Are you a boy, or a gi

"What do I want?" I plead into the void, as though I could receive an answer. The void is silent, cold. All truth and all of nothing lie within it's depths; here I stand before it, a mere speck in space and time. What is my purpose? What is my meaning? "What do I want?" I ask again. The void is calm, knowing. I know what I want, I'm just afraid to admit it. What I'm really asking for is to be told what I want- to free myself of the burden of choice. Images flood my mind as I fall to my knees, the memories of a life yet to be lived; children playing, their laughter echoing through the annals of my consciousness, a simple home with a well-t

Deep in sleep, I ponder life's greatest questions. My dreams are functional, not aesthetic, and I stand before a chalkboard in an endless, white expanse within the confines of my semi-conscious mind. One arm rests across my chest while the other scratches my stubble in thought, my eyes locked on the board in front of me. I've been staring at the equations and drawings, meticulously calculated and drawn with great care upon the chalkboard, for several hours now. I have yet to come up with anything useful, and am growing impatient. A slow, long sigh escapes my throat as my arms fall to my sides, and I shake my head in impatience. "I think I n

Due to the lazy attitude of the author, the boy was born into the fictional world with no first name. His parents never knew what to make of it, and would refer to him as whatever random name would strike their fancy at the time. Children would make fun of him when he was old enough to attend school, children with names like "Billy" or "Jack" or "Thomas", which weren't particularly original names, but nonetheless better than not having one at all. The boy without a first name envied those children. Eventually, out of this envy grew jealousy, and this in turn became a seething hatred. As he grew into his teens, he rebelled against society as

CHAPTER 1, or, THE CHAPTER BEFORE CHAPTER TWO... The only page in a ninth grade history textbook, circa 2042: Never, ever, under any circumstances, should the big red button be pushed. It never ends well, and generally leads to undesirable side effects such as plague, famine, and an irritating ringing noise. Doubly un-advisable would be to press the big red button a second time, but most people avoid a first offense simply because the big red button is labeled, "Do not push." Most people have their curiosity abated by the non-threatening font the label is printed in, and continue on with their lives. The ones who aren't phased by polite war