Fictitious Future Fridays #3

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Now that you’ve chosen whatever location that magic spark has taken you and you’ve selected your tour guide, it’s time to face a crossroad in your journey. Whether you want to explore the galaxy with Han and Chewie, I’m looking at you Michael J. Miller, or you  simply want to visit a snowy park at nighttime, like me, your journey is now asking you to make a decision. A sign which writes “road to success” directs you to turn right. Another sign which writes “don’t go right” directs you left. The navigator, your trusted person you chose to explore your world with you, urges you to go right. Which direction do you go?

My answer: Given that my navigator is my late grandmother, my gut would tell me to listen to her and go right. But given the ambiguity of the sign going left that literally tells me “don’t go right”, I’d want to go left. Why shouldn’t I go right? It promises me success so what can go wrong? What’s there? On the other hand, the leftwards sign tells me don’t go right but doesn’t promise me anything if I choose to go left!!!!! The paradox …..

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Fictitious Future Fridays #2

If you haven’t already, feel free to read the last Fictitious Future Friday in order to participate in this week’s

The magic pink spark has taken you to the place you wished for last week. Not only does it have the ability to transport you across reality, space, and time but it also can tap into your conscious. In order to explore wherever it has taken you, the spark has selected someone that you know/knew to be your guide in this journey. Who is this person? Why do you think you have selected them.

My answer: I think it would be my late grandmother. I have slept with one of her bed sheets almost everyday since her passing (it’s been 7 years) and her spirit is somewhat a form of protection. She would be the perfect person to guide me in this journey….

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Fictitous Future Fridays

A spark of light falls from the sky and lands in some grounds near you. It turns out to be a glowing magic rock that has the ability to transport you across reality, space and time. You reach down and grab it. Where does it take you? Why have you chosen this place?

My answer: The spark takes me to a snowy park at nighttime. I think I have chosen this place as I’ve recently played in the snow without seeing it for years and realized how much I loved it. As for why in a park, it’s the perfect place to have fun in the snow.

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My Short Story [Excerpt from a Screenplay]

This story is excerpt of an untitled screenplay I have been thinking about for a while. It tells the story of a girl, Nina, who is about to get married to her fiance of about 2 years. Her fiance doesn’t spend too much time with her though as he is huge part of the family business which involves him working overseas with his father. Nina questions their relationship after he misses her birthday. She then spends the next day entirely with her long time friend Elt. This excerpt takes place at the conclusion of what was a day of fun that the two have spent with each other. Feel free to read it in Microsoft Word format or in PDF.

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Even if Her Heart Was Beating

A circular room.  Ten bodies lay on their respective boards during the hours of slumber. One of which was dissimilar to the rest. She lay awake on the slant of her board contemplating. Unlike most, she placed a hand on her heart to see if it was there.  No pulse.

“I am not alive” she whispered.

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At The Hands of The Architect

Hatred. It is assumed that this idea has been embedded in the human conscience. That it is a part of our nature. It resides within our DNA. It is what makes us human. And why should we not assume so? Since the dawn of humanity man has known hatred better than he knows the stars in the sky.  Man has known hatred better than the seas he fish in. Man has known hatred better than he knows himself.

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Before Dawn, Utopia was Imminent [Translated for the Mind of a Third]

Part 7 of how “us” began.

YOU ARE A THIRD

THEY ARE THE FOURTHS [residents in another dimension]

At the post, the Leader (God) thought what was to be done with Darkness and the return of the shadows. The Sixth, our prime guardian, was overwhelmed with his previous encounters with Darkness and its exploitation of the Leader. The lonely Sixth questioned the importance of contributing at this post (our world), why the Leader had journeyed off into the cosmos with the others, and why the….. (the Sixth’s thoughts were stopped short). The Seventh spoke and proposed the greatest offer to the Sixths (our guardians). The Seventh gave each Sixth a specific power in order to protect this post from the emergence and possible proliferation of the shadows.

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Reaper is Ambiguous

“You know what I really mean? I don’t get it. Why are some of us so indifferent about it? Movies and TV certainly have something to do with it. They shrug off character deaths sometimes like it’s a nothing. It has influenced us ya know? Now we don’t… ya know feel so emotional towards it. We just use the words death and dying with so much, ya know, carelessness. But it’s a special word ya know. “Dying”. It’s the only verb where ya know nothing succeeds the action. After we jump we fall, after running we stop, after sleeping we wake.? After dying we nothing.”.

He stared out into his family’s vast yard. The porch light and his parent’s room upstairs had barely illuminated the end of the pathway. He stared out in the blackness knowing very well that there was a straight walkway leading into his large garden. Over the creak of his rocking chair and some hoots he continued.

“But I mean” as he looked over in the other chair, “you must know all about it. I mean, no one knows what I am talking about except you right?” The slight movement in the other chair insinuated a nod. “Do you think they’ll understand?” as he pointed upstairs, “I mean no one does. Ya know? Anyways…” he said underneath his breath “we goin now or what?”.

Slowly the mass in the other chair stood up and began walking down the stairs into the darkness of the pathway.

“Alright then!” he said “Ma! Pa! I am going out!”.

At the brink of light from the house, he could see the Reaper tilting his head down the path hinting the boy to follow. When he caught up to the Reaper he questioned “Now what?”. To which the Reaper dismissed and looked straight down the dark pathway. The boy shrugged off this gesture and looked once more at the faint glow of his house before continuing his walk with a new friend.

Intermission. Shall we Depart? [Translated For the Mind of a Third]

He tried to squeeze his hand in-between the space of the television and the wall, reaching for the remote batteries. His middle finger gently scratched the surface of one battery but not enough to pull it near him. He placed his specs on the shelf closest to him after realizing that they were prohibiting his head from fully squeezing in-between the cosmos of furniture and cement. Again, he squeezed his hand between the crease and reached for the batteries. Finally! He acquired one battery. Now for the other. But he had not felt the battery in his field of touch. He then lay eye to carpet in search for the other battery, but to his surprise it was not there. After dusting himself off he searched the room with hopes to find the black and green cylinder. But nothing. He could swear that he had seen both batteries fall within the space of furniture and wall, but only one battery was found. Once again he squeezed his hand into the crease. Pushing further and further until something, or someone, grabbed him. Before his eyes saw the last shimmer of daylight disperse through the window he fell into the void

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First Encounter: The Dark [Translated for the Mind of a Third]

Part 6 of how “us” began.

At the Third, Darkness was confronted by the Sixth, our Guardian. A defining moment in our timeline that resulted in the dystopian “now” that we live in (maybe just you). For the first “moments” the Sixth stared at Darkness with peculiarity [Note! It is impossible for us Thirds to fathom the image of Darkness as “it” is an embodiment of itself. The entity’s appearances, therefore, are infinite making it impossible for our finite minds to imagine Darkness. Simply put, on the materialistic world (the Third) Darkness resembles the silhouette of a man standing in the foreground of a sunset. Indistinguishable yet anyone, anything could read the contents of its soul with ease. Pure Darkness].

Darkness neared and circled ‘round the Sixth. It neared closer and closer near our Sixth and let out the first line of a whisper when suddenly a great white light separated the two. Blinded by illumination, Darkness stumbled backwards and caught the faint image of 6 mighty beings. It was the other 5 Guardians and God. Instantly the white beings seized our Sixth and slipped back to the post.

For the Thirds, please read  Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 and Part 5