Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Create a free forum in seconds.
Viewing Single Post From: World's End Girlfriend
Member Avatar
Who is this sassy lost child
[ *  *  *  *  *  *  * ]
It would take approximately 14 billion years to reach the edge of the universe.

If you could see that far, you'd be looking back in time, thanks to the nature of how light travels. You'd see the beginning of the universe, stars being born, galaxies forming. If you were fanciful, you might see distant planets where a civilization not too unlike our own would one day develop.

You could look back in time, and think about how it all culminated in a little blue and green planet floating about 92 million miles from a medium-sized yellow star, and the remarkable beings that would arise from its oceans over millions of years and call it their home.

And then you could think about how all those billions of years lead up to some sick fucks executing a bunch of children for their amusement.

((G017 Raina Rose Start))

Raina woke up and she was drowning.

No, that wasn't quite right. But she woke up and she was in water and she didn't know where she was and oh god she couldn't swim-

When her body came alive a split second after her brain did, she shrieked. She flailed her limbs and tried to sit up but slipped down and she was in a tub, she was in a torture chamber oh God oh God-

Another moment of panicked, undignified thrashing, and she managed to knock against the edge of the tub enough to tip it just slightly. It didn't fall over, but the sudden shifting of gravity sensation of almost-falling stilled her almost immediately.

Raina stayed frozen, half-curled up and shuddering. Gradually, it worked out in her head that she certainly wasn't drowning, the water in the tub wasn't deep enough for that, and she could probably just climb out.

Her limbs were stiff and cold though, from hours unconscious in chilly, murky water, and of course she was soaking wet. She gripped the edge of the tub, but she had no strength to pull herself over it.

It was a slow, painful process to work up into a sitting position and ease out of the tub - torso over first, then one leg, then fall to the floor with a wet smack and lay there shivering and trying not to sob. That was what she concentrated on, to keep herself from thinking of anything else. She'd always considered her active mind such an advantage, too.

There might have been someone here, a minute ago; dimly, in the back of Raina's mind, she thought she recalled footsteps. No way to say if they were dream or memory. No way to say if one was better or worse.

There was a bag nearby, with her name and a number on it. Raina kicked at it halfheartedly, or would have if her legs were working properly. The floor was cold and wet, and she was cold and wet, and she was trembling violently now and rapidly losing the battle not to cry.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

Online Profile Quote Post
World's End Girlfriend · Water Treatment