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(Entry #4, 300 words exactly)

The Russian meteor wasn't just a random space rock. We all knew that. What we didn't know is exactly what made it so exceptional. Yes, it was large. Yes, it was somehow undetected until it hit. Yes, there was anomalous video footage of something hitting it from a strange angle. But what was the underlying, unifying mystery that would tie all these loose threads together and give us a finished tapestry?

Like every significant event, a clear picture emerges only by looking at each thread of its history. In this case, we started with the Tunguska event of 1918 which leveled 1000 square miles of Siberian forest. Forensic analysis indicated that a comet entered the cold Russian atmosphere at several kilometers per second and then exploded with the strength of a hydrogen bomb.

Jumping forward to 2009, a geometric wonder appeared in the Russian sky. The Norway Spiral, as it was dubbed, was explained away as a run-away Russian missile, but few people believed this mundane explanation for such a striking heavenly event.

In February 2013, the world’s eyes were on the skies, tracking the near-Earth approach of DA14, an asteroid that was detected in 2012 and was projected to miss Earth by several thousand miles. And then, literally out of nowhere, the previously unseen Russian object streaked through the cold Russian airspace and exploded, destroying several buildings and injuring 1100 stunned individuals. Like a Jerry Bruckheimer film, this spectacle of destruction terrified an entire country whose scientific and military might was apparently completely unable to detect, let alone defend itself from this onslaught from space.

Were these strange, destructive space events spanning a century related?

Once assembled, the answer was of such dark scope and of such terrible scale as to bury the inquiring timid mind safely in insanity…

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I awoke suddenly to the thump, thump, thump, of the helicopter rotor blades. Jumping off the couch I glance at the clock, it's 11:11 p.m. WTF is going on?? Has TSHTF? I find myself running from room to room not knowing what to do. All this fucking prepping and i forgot to plan my first step. My instinct is to go to my laptop and sign on to GLP. Surely, Doorbert or Luisport must have a handle on what is happening. The sound of the helicopters is deafening, so logging into voicechat will be impossible. WTF is going on with GLP? Fucking servers are down or something. "Don't panic!" Yah, right! If not now....when? I finally use the brain God gave me and I go outside to see WITH MY OWN EYES what is going on......aw shit.....this is it....It's TEOTWAWKI!! Helicopters fill the moonlit sky. Each one shining a large spotlight to the ground. I run back inside and grab Pinky (my chihuahua. we go everywhere together) and we go to the backyard. Astonished, I look up to see a large lavender helicopter hoovering above. Emitting from the belly of this beautiful beast is a silver beam of light which forms a glowing circle just feet before me. "Step into the circle" a voice yells from above. Terrified I shout, "who are you?? where do you come from?" I glance up, eyes squinting, to see a large man. He looks a lot like Santa Claus except he has long beautiful curly red hair. "It's me Trinity, from GLP. Step inside the circle. You'll be safe with us!" WTF? Is this for real? Can this guy be trusted? I yell, "I'm scared, I'm not sure what to do?" Just then Pinky starts yelping wildly......I look up and peeking around Trinity's legs I see ANHEDONIC, Ralph, AKO and all the rest of the GLP doggies. Feeling safe cause I trust dogs more than I do humans, I step into the circle.
Ooops...I'm at 334 words....gotta stop now.

Here is my submission and, to my chagrin, it's a true story.

It happened in October. I was alone. I had been on a little hike as the leaves were past their peak and were starting to fall. I went to get in my car as it was already dark and I had intended to get back to the car earlier. Something caught my attention through the trees. It was a light of some sort and it appeared to be getting higher and brighter by the second. I thought to myself, o crap, I’ve got to get outta here. I quickly got in the car, started it, and threw gravel as I sped away. It seemed like the light was following me. I was really getting more frightened by the minute. What was that light and why was it following me?? Perhaps I should have heeded the orgone thread. I made a mental note. Must go back and read all that UFO stuff. I pulled into my driveway and prepared to run into my house as quickly as possible. As I bolted from the car, I noticed the light again, it was even brighter. Then I paused to actually get a look at what it was. Oh, my bad. It was just the full moon rising. Wonder what made my imagination run so wild. Hmmm, could it be, could it be...GLP???

Last Edited by Fuddy-Duddy on 03/03/2013 04:13 PM

It was an ordinary day, not much different than the thousands of others that I’ve lived through. After making and pouring my morning coffee, I fired up my computer. There were no new emails, so I clicked over to Godlike Productions to see what today’s doom forecast was. Godlike Productions is a conspiracy minded web forum that I liked to visit for shits and giggles.

“STHTF! Elite heading to their bunkers! METEOR impact EMINENT!” I clicked and took a look. It seems that someone’s uncle works for DHS, and he tipped of the OP that a fifty mile wide asteroid had escaped the telescopes of the amateur astronomers, and the president, the Queen of England, Bill Gates, and Oprah were headed to Denver to hide in the massive underground city that was built there. Operation Oz Ark is what they called it. He said we have twelve hours before the SHTF. The Op had posted this @ 9 PM the previous evening. The clock on my com said it was now 8:14 A.M. The rest of the thread was various posters raising the bullshit flag.

I was suddenly startled by my dog howling at the window. I went over to see what the commotion was about, and I saw a huge fireball streaking across the sky. I rushed out my door and gazed upon it..

I had long suspected that I was the chosen one who would save mankind, mentioned on the site as the “NOBODY”. Now was the time to put up or shut up, so I closed my eyes, raised my hands to the air, and imagined the asteroid being shifted to an alternate dimension. As the concussion turned my insides to jelly, I remember thinking “Shit! It wasn’t me after all!”

I am going to post mine without logging in for I do not care to win also it will be more of A poem even though that contest was last time its just that I didn't get to be a part of it and my poem/story is going to be more than 300 words and there is nothing you can do about it because its GLP and this is America and I can do whatever it is I want to do damn it! Right ?

To counteract or neutralize speculation. It is none contractual without specified relation to contextual beliefs portrayed in an exemplified way without forced practice to attune before one decides to relay messages missed. All while eye openingly blinds or makes seen the disorderly for reasons measured knowingly in amounts which amount to nothing gained or acquired that required nonsense existing underneath patches forming the entire basis spinning atop A stasis inside of this place is A pace reaching critical rate in time lapsing fazes blitzing stages created out of pages written sometimes spitten free flowingly lib'd adding spice as if rolling dice through an alley of fates own reality which paves paths future and passed A past long ago featured and may be still, yet actively creating! Though, I am not insinuating. So therefor am I? No I am not I am only writing I'm not the creator.
This to me is, and what is GLP? Well, its all of them, you, and me. All the way from somebody to the nobody however all inclusive to everybody and even the tomato plants crazy uncles and even more crazy aunts. All the conspiracy theorists the clever boisterous and insidious liars also the truth telling whitewashers atlas the tasty truth tellers you know "all of those the insiders". Lets not forget the theorists of conspirators its wordplay not doubled though I think we might all be just as troubled not troubling for of course to most of us these times are unsettling with groups being made purchased claimed and trashed all on the platform said to be crumbling as many passing thru stumbling and crashing.
By Travis. The one who said on here many times I will soon destroy the world "JOKINGLY" and said that the planet had just ben finished being turned into a giant space ship with one elderly Chinese man at the wheel. Folks Grinn, Travvy lee..........................................................​.............................................................​..........................................................

317 words you rebel you


Thanks for sharing

lol that's all I had thx for reading its actually part of A page in my book I wrote. have a good one people

Nobody even liked Johns story. Your never going to see on like it again.

Last Edited by WindyMind on 03/03/2013 03:57 PM

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.


I ain’t ever seen a naked man before. That is until last 4th of July when the old man across the road came running out his house, in the buck, hollering about how he just shot an alien creeping in his kitchen. He has always been a little crazy, and had been known for hanging around in nothing but his skivvies or some old waders.

He liked to sit on his porch, brandishing that Remington 1740, eyeing the middle schoolers as they stepped off the buss. He never did no harm, none. Maybe a little cussing now and then, but he’d shut right up when their parents would make a fuss. He’d stair out his front window for hours waiting for that bus’s yellow tint to peak through the corn. We all just thought he was lonely.

You may ask your self, “What does that have to do with him shooting an alien?” Well it don’t. I just thought it’d give you a better sense of who he was, you see, he was an ornery cuss most the time. Not known for showing signs of trepidation. But that morning, boy I tell you, he squealed like a sally getting poked by a rhino.

I looked out just in time to see him haul ass across the road. He was already on my porch when I got to the door, standing there shivering like some shriveled hopped up tweaker. “I just shot a goddamn alien!” he muttered. I yelled to my wife to get him a blanket and we sat and had a cup of coffee while we waited for the police.

The police searched for hours and didn’t find a goddamn thing. Needless to say, he felt a little shamed as he walked back home draped in that old afghan with his head held low. He’s just lonely, is all.