"10 thousand years of heaven"
The evil eye got plucked out.
All the evil eye could see was the valleys of wrinkles on the swolen sickly face of the highest judge. The judment could not echo in the lack of ears of the evil eye.
"Heaven"
As the pulse of the sound wavered, all the eye could see was the most lush trees of greens as deep as the core of the amazonian forrest. The only thing more vibrant were the emerald crystals, shining a light into the emptyness were a heart should be, making it glimmer, shimmer, as if it was the phantom of found hope itself.
But the evil eye spoke out of it's eyelids: "I see all, all the evil I will experience: Because I was condemended to a fate worse than any imagined hell could match. The flames of the largest bombs would feel like a sickly sweet breeze compared to the agonys of this shade, of the overgrowth covering me in fear. The hand of the cruelest tyrant would not match the most delicat touch here, in pain and shiver.
The blankest, blandest room with the least corners could not dare make my thoughts eat me up more than the reflections of the white of my evil eye in the chrystaline, pure as I could never be, all-healing waters.
Because the evil eye sees all - the crimes of the past, and the darkness of all possible futures:
More than the capillaries of my veins, is justice crimson with its flames of retribution, more deepblue than the abyss of my retina, is the depths it wants evil-doers to sink into. The reign of terror is itself what it turns us all into, overthrowing grammar in its wake."
An curios angel came closer, intrigued by the strange sight, an eyeball, without a mouth, still making sounds, that one could nearly confuse for drunk blabbering, flapping in terror as a baby chick waiting for nourishment - crys that could as well be crys for a mommy, or atleast for baby food.
So the angel spoke: "Oh my apple of the eye, what disturbs you so, who do your wails try to reach?"
For a moment, the eye was stunned - a beauty it has never seen - because the evil eye often saw "beauty" - the vulgar and explicit, the hot and the so cool, the tantalizing and what-gives-birth-to-rising. But this beauty wasn't of plastic, of paper or even flesh and snake venom:
Instead it was as if seeing with eyes shut, something beyond curves or colors, beyond lust or hunger.
But just a moment. "A moment" The evil eye saw as it spoke: "A moment of this, evil eye see, for all us sinners is your punishment - that moment of feeling, realising what we will lose at any moment. Glaring at this so called paradise, so the fear of losing it will burn us more than the hell we will be thrown into shortly. What cruelty could the evil eye see to deserve this? To see that this is justice, is the punishment, isn't it? You think I will see the evil in my eye? But that is what I see, in the reflections of your eyes, I see it, even with my own eye closed, I gaze at it with my eyeapple popping out as if it was a slabbering tongue in view of 3 X's."
The angel seemed to look somber for a moment, or maybe it was a look of anoyance. Maybe we will never know. But then the angel spoke:
"Eh, I think you're mixing something up here. This is heaven, but you are the first eye that expressed such dissatisfaction with it in the last 10 000 years I have been here-"
The evil eye didn't lose it, it saw the moment to interupt the corrupting reasurance, the same dismisal it gave so often itself with a single glare: "That's it, the jig is up! 10 000 years, that's the amount you will torture me! 10 000 years of infinite moments, going beyond elementary mathematics to just bring your justice upon me! Forcing me to be in joy, in high spirtis, so the madness of the terror of what will happen drives me more insane than EV prices!"
The angel got kinda tired, how much could one pathetic eyeball talk shit without even having a mouth? Why disturb the serenity of elysium with the wicked mention of non-petrol powered vehicles? So in a groaning tone the angel said, didn't spoke, cause that would be to dignified and much effort in such a situation:
"Look man, no this isn't some weirdo torture chamber, we have retired that 2000 years ago. Sometimes we use it to make popcorn cause the spinning hellfire cauldron is surprisingly good for that, but if you don't believe me I don't know what to say-"
The evil eye gazed again at the opportunity of being a bad sport - which it was an expert at, try dunking when you have neither legs, arms or a special wheelchair:
"HAHAHA, now eye see the true evil! Yes, I couldn't gaze at the lack of mercy, at the corruption of you angels and Gods, but it is as clear as this oh so wonderful sky: The real evil torture is bringing me into these endless circles of recursive thought - Trapping me in the illusion of having it figured out, only to realise that me figuring it out makes the real torture the fact of having figured it only to me having to figure it out again and go in circles, rounder than my evil eye is! But then it means, even seeing this truth, I again must see deeper to the even deeper truth of the abyss of torture, fall again in the bottomles pit, only to climb out to look at the nadir I'm still somehow decending deeper yet deeper into. You wan't me to for 10 000 years, till my cells and atoms disintegrate, to shuffle around, repeating these words endlessly, explaining every level of the paradox, which is impossible to express in a single word, the real hell being the feeling of the football being pulled out the last moment when you almost thought you had it, had the answer, had seen through all the evil, and-"
In it's ramble, it didn't see the agitation painted on the angels face, so without noticing, yet again:
The evil eye got plucked out.
-Posted by "AbyssOfDespair"
Bruh
-Reply by "DjCrossEye"
How do I delete a post? And DjCrossEye You were the one that pressed enter while I was looking away! I said that I can't deal with another emberassing online incident this week...
-Reply by "AbyssOfDespair"
What a horrible story! Where is the plucky everyday hero that enters a world of adventure were everybody sees how great and atractive they are?
-Reply by "TheHero"
Is this that infamous "Crona's poem"
-Reply by "Backgroundcharachter421"
I think you said that thing before - guess stanzas repeat before the lyrical climax, just like the poem of the endless mountain in ice reveals someday...
- Reply to "Backgroubdcharachter 421" by "ForShadowerMan"
Haha, what a funny story!
-Reply by "TheRealG-raffe"
I will lock this thread and send a notice to your mother, this behaviour is worriyng and disturbing- Oh, I guess this is the "creative writting" section so it's ok.
-Reply by "ImBlueDabude"
Good that he isn't a man anymore that abuses his moderator privileges.
But yeah, I dunno, seems kinda pretentious, like it was trying to say something while copying short story writers without getting the point. Still, actually putting something out that will either be mocked or ignored is admirable in it's own way. Also you should probably learn how to use spellcheck or get Maka to read it, with how she has the whole dictionary memorised just so she gets perfect marks on tests.
I hope reusing the same throw-away account won't make it obvious who I really am... Nah everybody at this school is too dumb to figure it out LOL
-Reply by "NotHarward"
Well I don't get what's funny, even if Patty insisted, but it ends the same way it beginns so that makes it an 8/8
-Reply by "88888888"
Wow Crona, I didn't know you tried writing again! I can really feel the Lord Dunsany influence, even if your story broke with the quasi ancient type of writting for a Kafka-esque ending. I bet if you try again you will create something truly great! And yeah, as Not-Harv said, you should probably give me or somebody else like Tsubaki the text to proofread.
-Reply by "Postcards-from-new-shores"
Boring, nobody is mocking the loser enough, guess then I just have to post some edgy meme lol, I won't get into trouble anyways when I got parents on staff here lol
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-Reply by "DjCrossEye"
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