DukeOfString

Can anyone figure out who I am supposed to be in this totally wacked out story(it will be obvious to some)? I wrote it one night and happened to find it on my laptop today. I have a feeling I was tripping hard or something.


"From the journal of _________"

I find myself thinking of the potential distruction I could cause at Herot. Visions of blood-blanketed bodies and burning walls fill my dreams as I sit with my eyes close and imagine. I hate everything good. I hate happiness. The colorful sounds of life that pour out of the windows of Herot make my skin crawl. How could a group of men be so ignorant? Can they not understand the filth and disgrace they display?
I peer through the trees into the beautiful hall, a hall much too beautiful for the creatures whom inhabit it. They prance around with their jewels of war as if they have conquered something so grand that they deserve praise. In reality, these disgusting animals live for the thing they fear most, death. Trying to pinpoint what urges me to attach these beasts is quite the puzzle, for my own emotions seem to be rather ambiguous.
I sit here and contemplate my next move but every thought seems to be contaminated by the values of their culture. How could I teach them a lesson in death when their eagerness to kill is the driving force of my rage? Those imbeciles know nothing about me. They call me a monster because I visit their dwellings in times of overwhelming rage.
I am a monster, I cannot deny this. It is unfortunate, however, that I must be the model of corruption. You see, many times the beasts in the hall celebrate their victories into the early hours of the morning; they keep me awake. Not because they are noisy, but their lack of virtue and morals leads me to contemplate the meaning of my own existence.
They drink that intoxicating juice, the juice of hell to cloud their vision of reality. You see, these men don’t drink that pungent liquid to celebrate, they drink it to forget. Whether they know it or not, that poison is like a curtain covering their eyes, confusing them to the point where right and wrong is no longer a matter of concern.
They call themselves soldiers, warriors and men because that is all they know. They call me a monster because once again, that is all they know. If only they understood that their own evil acts drive my violent passion. I see those warriors slay their own kind, something I could never fathom doing. I am the monster?
Tonight I will return to Herot again in an attempt to teach them of their wrongdoing. It is a shame that I cannot speak to the men and explain to them just how tragic it is that they would kill one of their own. I will go back there and they will once again become victims. Please do not feel sorry for them though, don’t you see what they are doing to themselves?
As I march my way to Herot, harp vibrations saturate the space around me and I imagine what lies ahead. I know they are inside that hall drinking and celebrating like they always do. The sound of music fuels my hate for those men and my anger is simply uncontrollable. It saddens me to kill another being, but these men must learn.
I pound my forearm through the heavy wooden door that leads into the main hall, and in no time the men who were just boasting about their latest victory run for cover. I uncontrollably grab one man and devour his body in seconds, however, my thirst is still not quenched. Suddenly, a machinelike hand clasps to my arm with the force of many men. I look deep into the young warriors eyes and notice something a bit different.
Unlike the others, this young man stared into my eyes, causing my skin to crawl with fear. He wrestled me to the ground with ease, even when I fought my hardest. This was no ordinary human and I had to get away from him. Suddenly I felt a horrific jerk and pa-POP, a wave of pain flooded my body. I looked down to see a waterfall of blood pouring from my shoulder and that warrior holding my precious arm. I ran with all my might and laid myself down, a sacrifice to the gods.

NeX_06

Whoa, thats pretty dark, I like it though. I have no idea who you are supposd to be though.

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This is true for amounts of less than 100 grams, so move to Ohio and toke up w/ us

FitShaced

a GI Joe in the hands of a 5 year old

imported_teufelfisch

Grendel from Beowulf

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imported_SaltWrench

Yeah Grendel, I was going to say that too.

Very interesting take from the eye's of the beast. I like it.

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HarshCelluloid

At first I thought it was copied from the actual novel "Grendel," which is from the point of view of Grendel. But it actually is in the author's own words, and it was very well written.

ganjimaster

i had to write a short story for english and it was a sunday night. it was due monday. so i started typing it at like 6:30. it was supposed to be a story bout a guy on a mystical cruse. i started writing it and then i needed to smoke. i get my best ideas when im stoned. i smoked 3.5 grams and then some later. i thaught i fell asleep when my alarm whent off at 6:00 A.M. i ran around to get ready for school and got in the shower and when i got out i remembered the short story due that day. i ran into my room to try and finish it the fastest i could and i saw it sitting on the printer. i didnt even look at it i just put in my back pack and ran out of the house to catch the bus. i turned it in and the next day my teacher called me to her desk. she said "I really should have u redo thisbut it was good." she handed it to me and i got an A. i went back to my desk and read it. it was about a guy who goes to thes parties gets stoned and having a wicked good time. i was so lucky she didnt sho the vice. princeapal.

Chronic Smoker

Haha man thats a great story, i enjoyed the read. Im surprised ya teacher was cool with it, and hella glad the principal didnt see it. The good prevailed in that situation, the ganja gods were with you lmao.


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