Sep 10, 02
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now bear with me people this is off the top of my head, so it may not be up to par.
Ever since Ralph lost his parents in a car accident, his life had been going downhill. The drunk driver who had killed them lost his licence for two years, and served six months in a penitentiary that allowed him to look at porn on the internet. When Ralph phoned his manager at the local Esso station he was told that he had three days off. For Ralph, a single child who had never made any friends in school, three days was not enough time to recuperate, as his parents were the only real friends that he had ever had. Shortly after returning to work, he began to lose interest in his job. Customers began complaining to his manager (Bill was the managers name) that Ralph was beginning to smell a little, and was quite rude to them. Bill told Ralph that he would have to shape up otherwise he would be forced to let Ralph, an employee of three years, go. Ralph didn't pay Bill any heed, he continued to act as he had since his parents died. Two weeks later, Bill fired Ralph, for neglecting his duties as an Esso employee. Jobless, parentless, friendless, and about to be homeless Ralph didn't see much hope for the future. So he decided that Life was not worth Living anymore. The day before his landlord came to have him physically escorted (by the police) out of his one bedroom apartment, he wrote a suicide note. To whomever reads this: I will let you know right now that Life is not worth Living. The only things that I have ever cared for were stolen from me, by a senseless drunk driver, who because of the way the system works, is probably back on the streets now, as I write this. I will not bother you with tedious little notes on why I have come to this decision, because you would probably ignore them, just as everyone else has. So without further ado...Goodbye. It was short and to the point. Ralph had never been much of a talker anyways, hence the friendless part of his Life. And so he got the rope from a nearby hardware store and prepared the noose. This was one of the few times that he was glad to have been a boy scout, Lord knows he used to hate it when the scout leaders would tease him about being chubby. Making the noose, he strung it up on the edge of his window, so that in the morning when the paper boy was delievering the morning news he would be seeen. He placed the coarse rope about his neck and leapt. His Death was not quick. Ralph had not tied the knot properly so instead of snapping his neck, and having a quick clean Death, Ralph just hung there slowly strangling with his eyes bulging out, tongue protruding, as his lungs instinctively tried to gulp in the precious air that was denied to him. That was when he realised that he had made a terrible mistake. Ralph did not want to Die. There was so much in Life that was still to be experienced...things he would never be able to see and do. All because he was angry at the world. But his legs still danced on the empty air beneath, and just as the warm trickle of urine spread down his legs, he Died. There was a Darkness. Not your average country darkness either. This was a Darkness that engulfed EVERYTHING, even Ralphs soul. Ralph was not sure how long he had been in this Darkness for...one moment he had been fighting to breath and the next he was Here. Wherever Here was. When the realisation that he was indeed Dead came to him, Ralph began to panic, and in his desperation called for help. From somewhere far far off in the Darkness there was a furtive movement. A kind of slithering sound that seemed to echo and reecho off some distant walls. Terror caused Ralph to fall silent. Was there someone there? Who was that? Then realising once more that he was Dead, he asked himself...WHAT was that? For surely once you are Dead, one can only see and "feel" other Dead things? Was it the sound of a passing car? Or the paper boy on his bicycle? Now there was a new sound. A wind seemed to pick up, but there was no feeling of moving air. Only the sound of the wind blowing fast and hard. With the Wind, came a coldness that chilled Ralph. This strange Wind began to move Ralph in the direction in which it was blowing. The slithering came once more. Where am I? He repeated to himself over and over again. The Wind picked up speed, and Ralph could feel himself moving at great speeds, even though all around him was covered in the Darkness. Just as he knew that he was Dead, he knew that he was moving. But to where? The chill of the Wind began to gradually change to a warmth. After the cold, Ralph welcomed this mysterious Heat. But then the air began to grow much warmer...much much warmer, until finally Ralph could not bear it. His "skin" felt as though it was being cooked over some sort of slow burning fire. Then it dawned on him. He was going to Hell. Again the terror struck him. No no what have i done to deserve this? He asked (quite uselessly) the Wind. But the Wind had no answer for him, it just kept pushing him into his destination. Then, abruptly, there was light. He was himself again, and the Heat was still there, but at least he could see his body. But then he wished that he hadn't. Bound hand and foot, hanging from a stick, over a bon fire, he screamed in fear and pain. The flames of the fire licked his back, causing them to burn and blister. His body fats hissed and steamed on the fire below, causing agony and an overwhelming stench. Then there was a deep guttural voice, that could only be uttered from the mouth of a Demon." Glad you could join us Ralph." Looking to his right he saw the most awful Thing that he had ever laid eyes upon. It was around eight feet tall, with a grayish coloured skin, covered with scales. The body was that of a Man, but there was nothing human about it. The Demons mouth literally grinned from ear to ear with row upon row of sharp fangs dripping salivia that smoked when it hit the ground. Curved horns looped around and around, like that of a ram. Gleaming crimson eyes stared at Ralph in mockery. In the monsters hands was a barbed spear, which it used to pierce into Ralphs side. Screaming in pain and fear Ralph tried to lose consciousness, but couldn't. 
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Sep 10, 02
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i know it's not finished yet, but i don't feel like writing anymore. i'll post more about it some other time, perhaps when i'm stoned. i'm open to criticism, in fact i'd appreciate some :)
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Sep 10, 02
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I jus skimmed though it but it's very well done!
hey wanna help me with a school project?... I need three subjects and I've got one already~ need two more for backups incase numba one doesn't qualify... errrr.. talk to me on msn if ya wanna help!
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Sep 11, 02
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will do...can you subjects be anything you want?
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