A Protest Letter
@g-a firstly, it is in my opinion your manner of thinking is too divergent or objective for this website. When I first came here, my goal was to be a troll with no strings attached. Unfortunately, I let my honest nature and compassion for people get in the way. I began to make friends and sought a more philosophical path. I told stories about my past and shared my nightmares and my hidden dreams; people supported and encouraged me to share more. For once, on the internet, I felt accepted and by complete strangers, no less. Things seemed good but that is only because what you see on the surface is always more beautiful than what lies beneath.
Good old @Lucifer did an excellent job remaining silent (at least with people who didn't know him personally). When he left it opened a door of deception I was beginning to uncover for myself anyways; things began to fall apart. A few trolls managed to unhinge this place and certain mods went dark for a spell. During the upheaval, a request was made from the founder to enlist new mods (mature ones as it was put). My name was mentioned and I reluctantly joined the ranks.
The first thing I did when I obtained mod status was to talk to users, old users. Not just certain ones but all of them. I wanted to know the untold stories, the lies, the dirty little secrets because I found myself slipping into the curious dischord of my younger years. And I was certain that knowing the whole story would allow me to moderate fairly. Like with all things, the truth has a way making one become jaded. With the exit of certain users and the back and forth of others, my attachments began to wear thin. What you see now is but a shadow of my former online persona.
For me, this place is an ever changing puzzle. I am not here so much for the interactions with others but more so the ability to learn how people operate within a social media environment. Things are easier to uncover on this platform, secrets are easier to crack, and lies are even more petty when the truth is hovering just overhead.
@stranger-danger was (is) my friend even if the feeling is not reciprocated. He asked me to ban him because the urge to return is too great when the option is still available. It was only brought to my attention recently that we mods should not ban individuals who request it. Had this been explained to me I would not have done it. Though I didn't want to do it, I respected his wishes. To me it was akin to a soldier who knew he was going to die painful death begging for a swift end. My ban was the bullet in stranger dangers head. I agree, he should left the same way Lucifer did but we all deal with our problems/vices in different ways. I didn't pry for answers just obeyed his wishes and accept full responsibility for the repercussions of my actions (as I do with everything in life).
One day, I too will probably join the ranks of the departed but my exit will be silent. I will not request a ban or write a long good-bye or thoughtful bio. I will simple fade away, so slowly no one will notice or care. People who know me outside TWS will know how to reach me and if they don't I will be fine with that because this just the internet after all.
I do not fret on such fleeting things.
Creation or Evolution
@wtfjudith this is a good point. I often feel the same but I have always heard that universe was a designed in a certain way; mathematicians (the golden ratio) and scientists (DNA, genomes) have uncovered all kinds of patterns. So, I have heard the saying, "in order for there to be a design, there must be a designer." But you are right if there is a designer, where did he/she/it come from?
All is One ,One is All. # Part 1 (Stranger Danger's 1st literature on TWS )
@stranger_danger thank you for this... my reasons for writing echoes this tale. Billions of stories, residing within each person on earth. This is why I am on TWS; to dig deep and uncover these stories. From the wonderous tales triumph to twisted lores of sadness and depression. For me, I am Reaper and everyones' stories are my souls. Thank you for sharing your soul with me. I promise to cherish it (as I do with everyone elses'). I shall read on...
How would you define life
Life (2017 film)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Life is a 2017 American science fiction horror film directed by Daniel Espinosa, written by Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick and starring Jake Gyllenhaal, Rebecca Ferguson and Ryan Reynolds. The film follows a six-member crew of the International Space Station that uncovers the first evidence of life on Mars.
The first co-production between Skydance Media and Sony Pictures, the film had its world premiere at South by Southwest on March 18, 2017, and was theatrically released in the United States on March 24, 2017, by Columbia Pictures. It received mixed reviews from critics and grossed $100 million worldwide.
Tell me a story...
Once again, I am here asking for stories and in return, I will give the second part to The Aether tale.
In case you missed it, Go back to Part I
Part II- The Callous Inferno
As Helios rode alongside John’s ship. He produced a whip made of fire coiled around his hand. The god of light reared back and lashed the side of John’s cruiser. The impact sizzled and cracked, raking a long jagged trench into the skin of his spacecraft. He attacked again and with each relentless assault, the scars glowed a brilliant orange. John’s eyes and nose burned as the acrid spoor of slag entered his cabin; he buried his face in his hands and retreated to the aft of the ship.
“Give up, mortal!” screamed Helios. “You will die and never see your beloved again!”
John pressed his hands over his eyes to vanquish the hellish visage but the after-image of crimson still filled his eyelids. Slowly, the red swirled to black, the sound of screeching metal faded away, and he heard the faint echo of a familiar melody.
John uncovered his face and with caution, slowly opened one eye at a time. He looked around in bewilderment; he was in the dining room of his house. The music continued to play and John walked forward, drawn by its hypnotic tone. Once he reached the threshold to the living room, his heart stopped for a moment. Ellie stood, with her back to him. She wore a tight-fitted red dress, a favorite of his. A ringlet of scarlet hair trailed down the exposed section of her back as she swayed and hummed to the song. It was an archaic tune from the last century; a romantic western piece from a bygone era of courting.
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you’re standing outside the fire
A knot formed in the pit of John’s stomach as he allowed the words and melody to wash over him. He cleared his throat and Ellie turned to regard him. She smiled and ambled towards him, hips swaying to the beat of the song. She came within inches of his face and caressed his cheek with her fingertips. John closed his eyes and savored the heat from her touch.
“Promise to always be my dancing partner, John,” said Ellie.
“I promise to –” started John but the screech of metal shocked him out of his moment with his wife.
“You will never see her again,” hissed Helios. “Accept your fate.”
John’s eyes snapped open with an ignited fury, just as another strike from Helios’s whip rattled his ship sideways. John stood, undaunted and said, “You’re wrong, I see her every time I close my eyes. I will never yield.”
Helios roared and smashed his chariot into the side of John’s ship. “Perish then, mortal and meet your watery grave!” roared Helios.
The cabin buckled from the impact. It collapsed the air pressure and crushed every bone in John’s body. He fell to the cabin floor, gasping for oxygen. Helios’s eyes flared red and he smashed into the ship one last time. It exploded into a million pieces, sending what was left of the cruiser hurtling towards Earth. Helios stared fiercely down at John but John returned his stare with equal measure and began his descent into Earth’s atmosphere.