This... progression if you will, will be a sort of dumping ground for all stories that don't get their own section. So basically anything that isn't full length or is just a doodle will end up here. Feel free to PM me any prompt you like, it can be hard coming up with them all myself.
"Uncried"
Prompt- Pein and beginnings
What does it really matter, what happens? Who says any of this is real? It's all in our head anyway. Reality. Perception. The places in between.
We all just want reasons. We all just want. To hate. To feel good. To be important. To be.
And what does it matter anyway?
Because in the end we'll choke on a ham sandwich or get blown up in some war. Death. It happens no matter what we do. Where is the meaning in it?
So why can't I just lie down and submit? To die? Or just carry on? If it doesn't really matter?
I don't know but I can't do it.
There is something in me that screams and boils. My very soul is tormented but recoils at the thought of giving up. And I don't understand it.
And I can't do it.
But I've realized it doesn't matter so that's why it does.
We are here. I am here. So I have to make my own realities. Wants. Reasons.
And if I do that then I am right. Who can say "no" when I am all there is?
People. They hurt themselves. Each other. Because they aren't strong. They don't know how to control themselves. Or their hatred. They run around in confusion and anger and to what point and purpose?
I will be that law. I will transcend because I can. I want to. I need to.
There can be meaning. Maybe I will find it when there is quiet.
I will make that quiet. I will be that quiet.
I want to hear. I want to see. I want to know.
Evil makes the good. Contentment comes from strife. From grief will come my happiness. Our happiness. From violence will come my redemption.
Because I am full of hatred I will be this world's God.
I will have my meaning. I will take it from the sky.