• Thought-provoking Short Story Thread
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Fudge Camp.
I read a TF2 fan fiction which was based off of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, it was quite soul engraving (in a good way.) this one: [URL]http://www.tf2chan.net/fanfic/res/4256.html[/URL]
Harlan Ellison is a BAMF. [editline]08:14AM[/editline] Though he'd play hopskotch with your entrails if he knew you were giving out his story.
Guts
Bump, in my opinion this curious thread requires more attention.
[QUOTE=pognivet;21951570][url]http://lucis.net/stuff/clarke/star_clarke.html[/url] The Star by Arthur C. Clarke. I don't want to spoil the ending. It has quite a twist.[/QUOTE] That was amazing. It's funny, because I was half-thinking of the ending before I even read the story, but it still managed to surprise me.
I read a short story in a thread a while ago, about an alien race that notices Earth and humans, and they decide to destroy us because we have wars amongst ourselves etc, so they build a weapon to destroy us and send it to Earth, but by the time it arrives we have become more technologically advanced than this other species, and they destroy earth but the humans escape on craft and send a message to the aliens saying that we were coming to destroy them. Anyone know the name of it? I've been looking for it.
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[url=http://amb.cult.bg/american/4/steinbeck/chrysanthemums.htm]The Chrysanthemums[/url] by Steinbeck.
[release]You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that's when you met me. "What... what happened?" You asked. "where am I?" "You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words. "There was a...a truck and it was skidding..." "Yup." I said "I... I died?" "Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies." I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?" "More or less," I said. Are you god?" You asked. "Yup." I replied. "I'm God." "My kids... my wife," you said. "What about them?" "Will they be alright?" "That what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. Thats good stuff right there." You looked at me with fascination. to you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a grammar school teacher then the almighty. "Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didnt have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly reliveved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If its any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved." "Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?" "Neither," i said. "You'll be reincarnated." "Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right." "All the religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me." you followed along as we strolled in the void. "Where are we going?" "Nowhere in particular," I said. "Its just nice to walk while we talk." "So whats the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a plank slate right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life wont matter." "Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just dont remember them right now." I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic then you can possible imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. Its like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if its hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel, and when u bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had. "You've been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you'd start remembering everything. But theres no point doing that between each life." "how many times have I been reincarnated, then?" "Oh lots. Lots and lots. An into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D." "Wait, what?" You stammered. "your sending me back in time?" "Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from." "where you come from?" You pondered. "Oh sure!" I explained. "I come from somewhere. somewhere else. and theres others like me. I know you'll want to know what its like there but you honestly wont understand." "Oh." you said, a little let down. "But wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?" "Sure. Happens all the time. and with both lives only aware of their own timespan you dont even know its happening." "So whats the point of it all?" "Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? Your asking me for the meaning of life? Isnt that a little stereotypical?" "Well its a reasonable question." you persisted. I looked in your eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature." "You mean mankind? You want us to mature?" "No. just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect" "Just me? What about everyone else?" "There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, theres just you, and me." You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..." "All you. Different incarnations of you." "Wait. I'm everyone!?" "Now your getting it." I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. "I'm every human who ever lived?" "Or who will ever live, yes." "I'm Abraham Lincoln?" "And you're John wilkes Booth, too." I added. "I'm Hitler?" you said, appalled. "And you're the millions he killed." "I'm jesus?" "And you're everyone who followed him." You fell silent. "Every time you victimized someone," I said, "You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you." "Why?" You asked me. "why do all this?" "Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child." "Whoa." you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?" "No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born." "So the whole universe," you said. "Its just..." "An egg of sorts." I answered. "Now its time for you to move on to your next life." and I sent you on your way. [/release]
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21966756][release]*GREAT STORY* [/release][/QUOTE] That was really really cool.
[QUOTE=Dclone2;21967187]That was really really cool.[/QUOTE] It's a really good story.
[QUOTE=Noodle Ninja;20718998]When I have a fever or some shit, I have a dream somewhat like I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon. Trippy shit[/QUOTE] Happens to me too, like if Im going trough something big that doesnt stop growing and I panic and everything....
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21967272]It's a really good story.[/QUOTE] Is there a book on it or is it just that short thing, because I love it already.
That story was fucking amazing.
There was an old man from Peru Who dreamt he was eating his... Nah, you've probably heard that one.
The Bet is amazing, I wrote a paper on it this week actually.
Sphere by Michael Crichton (sp?) would fit into this category, I think
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21966756][release](Awesome story about God)[/release][/QUOTE] I've actually thought about that before, how [sp]according to Hinduism, if you get reincarnated everytime you die, and everyone dies, wouldn't a soul eventually end up living every single life ever?[/sp] Loved the twist at the end. Crazy awesome story.
I just read Brave New World for my English class. I think it is probably simpler to understand than the ones you guys posted, but still provokes a lot of thought about media, society, etc.
Stephen King's The Jaunt. [url]http://kaiser.dreamhost.com/misc_stuff/Stephen_King_The_Jaunt.doc[/url]
The Last Question is incredible, I always get the chills when I recognize the deeply religious undertones towards the end of the story. [sp]God is actually a computer who created the Universe you live in simply because a drunk scientist from time immemorable asked it a question.[/sp]
this thread is fucking with me bookmarked
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21966756][release]Refined greatness.[/release][/QUOTE] Awesome one, I didn't read a shot story for quite some time. who wrote this one? again it was awesome :buddy:.
[QUOTE=Sickle;21967574]Is there a book on it or is it just that short thing, because I love it already.[/QUOTE] The furthest it can be traced back to is 4chan I believe. Probably from /x/. It was written by anonymous, and will probably remain at that status forever. There is no real source for it. [img]http://i39.tinypic.com/14np6ol.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21969260]The furthest it can be traced back to is 4chan I believe. Probably from /x/. It was written by anonymous, and will probably remain at that status forever. There is no real source for it. [/QUOTE] every time you fucked someone, you fucked yourself
[QUOTE=Egevened;21971670]every time you fucked someone, you fucked yourself[/QUOTE] Why do I find this mildly arousing...?
I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream. All I can think of is Hell. Maybe the whole time, he was already there. [editline]12:02AM[/editline] [QUOTE=TropicalV2;21969260]The furthest it can be traced back to is 4chan I believe. Probably from /x/. It was written by anonymous, and will probably remain at that status forever. There is no real source for it. [/QUOTE] I've actually thought of this before, that it's only you, and you're everything. It promotes the belief that everything revolves around your actions. As much as we all wish to believe this, we could be turning away from what is right. But then again, we're encouraged to have our own beliefs in this world. Life is a puzzle that has no answer, and only leads to more questions. Who am I, what are you? Do I mean something? Or am I a pawn in another's game? When the whole time, the other could really be yourself from an nonexistent past.. We all play a role. But are we all each other?
[QUOTE=TropicalV2;21969260]The furthest it can be traced back to is 4chan I believe. Probably from /x/. It was written by anonymous, and will probably remain at that status forever. There is no real source for it. [img_thumb]http://i39.tinypic.com/14np6ol.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] I've looked around using google, and from what I've found, it looked like the source might by Andy Weir, author of [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casey_and_Andy]the webcomic Casey and Andy[/url], and probably some other webcomics whatever. He has a [url=http://jack-sharp.livejournal.com/]writing blog[/url] thing here where he talks about how we believes he is at core, a writer, and such, and posts a bunch of short stories. One, titled [I]The Egg[/I] is the story that was posted. So, it might be his.
[url=http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Bet.shtml#8]The story[/url] Love it.
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