ceyboardguy

There are many scientific theories on the possible existence of multiple dimensions. Some theories say that there are an infinite number of other universes existing along side ours. Some say that ours is one of two, one of many striving for perfection, one of exactly six hundred. Nobody can be sure which theory, if any, is correct. However, one person can say from experience that there are at least two realities to experience, at least one 'alternate' universe. Aerylinn Darkk wasn't 'born' in the way most of us are. She came into existence in a reality very unlike our own. In this 'alternate' reality she had no beginning, she had no birth th

Frigid temperatures meant a distinct lack of lifeguards at the lake beaches of Minnesota. It was thirty nine and dropping, the water was thinking about freezing, but maintained its fluidity temporarily. A sleek and shivering small framed boy was standing with his toes in the black water. The night sky was reflected in the lake, so he watched the wavering stars as he stood contemplating his actions. The first step was tentative. His gray swim suit rustled silently and his foot tightened at the cold. He bared his teeth and sucked in a breath. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he thought. The second step was even more tentative. He sucked in ano

Angler She didn't know how she got there. She didn't know how to get out. She only knew to hold on. Her white knuckled fingers were wrapped firmly around one of the few structures in this new environment: a large and indistinct pole, seemingly without a top, hopefully sound enough not to fall. She glanced down again with a desperate grimace. A long rope was attached directly to here stomach. The rope was pulled taut and tugging her, trying to pull her away. But she clung with every ounce of strength. Though the rope, she could feel, was literally tearing her apart. She took one hand off of the pole to grab onto the rope and pull back,

..Freeway.. Groups of souls are clustered in relative stillness. They are detatched and alone, but clutching to a tattered community. Packs and stragglers emerge and flicker out, anger flies and niceties go unnoticed. They chose to leave the world behind and enter this new chaos, which their minds proclaim calm but they must know otherwise, somewhere in them. Speeds vary, but not by much. The average becomes still, and reality is forgotten. Every soul worth knowing is as fast or faster, those left behind are only thoughts and those slowing down only nettles. In this new world, the risks are many, but ignored. Death surrounds them as closel

I am one, minds are many. Searching truth, passing any. God of there, one in billions. Mage of luck, reads civilians' striking deeper thoughts and feelings. Working magic, sow my healings, giving what we took as me, leaving us to wander free.