This is the story that was naturally created through a conversation within a game called dungeons and dragons. A lot of people think that it’s really, should I say, “nerdy”. In some ways it is, but this story is to show what kinds of experiences and stories you can get out of it.
Black is something I’d like to avoid
No, something I need to avoid White on the other hand, isn’t so bad Yes, it’s something nice and warm This is an attempt at a random story decided by 9 dice with unique symbols on each. I will list out the symbols I get, then try to create a story with them. This is more of a recording of my thoughts as personified in two different people. Let’s call them Cue and Aye (Q&A). With that being said, let’s get started.
Doing what is right Doing the right thing
Doing what is right Doing what is right Is the right thing to do Isn’t always the right thing to do Anything else For anything Is evil Can be evil I help those in need I help those in need Not because I can Not because I should But because I should But because I can And because it’s right Not because it’s right I praise I dream I read I study I pray I hope I believe I persevere I do all things through Christ I do all that I can Who gives me strength Because this is my life To go on through each day To go on through each day Doing what he has taught me Doing what I need to do To live To live To breathe To breathe To speak To speak And to live And to live According to him According to me An apple in a frozen tree
Falls into a big black box Coating it in thick black tar Sticky, dark, yet sweet A candle lit in an ocean Flame still burning bright Engulfed by a whale Maternally protected A mark of black on white Like a zebra with one stripe Curved, now straight, almost alive Struggling to be complete A ribbon made for perfection Cut just for the occasion Never destroyed irrationally Complete without error A darkened and troubled soul Wanting so much to be cared Struggling to be normal But ultimately, split What if there was a town, a city…no…an entire world, where everyone agreed. Not to say that everyone agreed with each other but…here, let me start over. What if there was such a thing as a perfect world? Has anyone ever sat down and really thought about what it would be like to live in a perfect world?
I go to my fridge, hoping that there might be something to eat. I was hungry, and my mother wouldn’t be home for another hour. I opened the doors to find a nearly empty fridge. Aside from some tea, cheese, bread, and various condiments, there wasn’t much (I also had a grilled cheese earlier that day).
“I remember…dirt…lots of dirt. No glass, surprisingly. I don’t remember any pain. I just remember moving by instinct and trying to move with the car. Contrary to popular belief, time didn’t slow down. I just remember everything as if it was in slow motion. As if it was a HD video in my head that I can pause, rewind, and play again.”
“But, certainly, it was a traumatic experience correct?” “Well…that’s hard to explain. See, I’d have to tell the whole story just to get an idea.” “Why don’t you then?” “Do what?” “Tell the story. From beginning to end. The whole shebang.” I sighed, “Might as well. You’re not going anywhere.” What do you want? …fine, go ahead, ask
…yes it’s true, it seems like that’s all you care about isn’t it…Oh yes hundreds of years, thousands even |
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