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Anonymous Coward User ID: 69455208 United States 12/28/2015 10:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Slowly your senses return as you wake from a deep sleep. You are alone in the forest, though you are not far from the caves you share with the others in your tribe. There is a pain and a small lump in the back of your skull, as if a chip of flint has been forced under the surface of the skin. Leaning on your bone-tipped spear for support, you rise to your feet. A sound draws your attention upwards, where a strange creature hovers high above you. It is unlike the birds you hunt by the lake's edge – it has no head and no wings yet somehow it flies. It is a beast of shining silver; hanging motionless in the sky like a cloud. You sense it is watching you, studying you. Raising a hairy fist, you shake your spear at it in anger and the creature rises up quickly until it disappears from view. With a satisfied grunt you make your way back to your caves and the rest of the tribe. You fall into the familiar patterns of life – the hunt for food, the struggle to claim and keep a mate, the battles against the other tribes that would claim your territory Days roll into nights and back into days. Each time you rise from sleep there is the sensation that you are not alone; that some "other" is with you sharing all you see, hear and feel. At these times your hand goes to the strange lump at the back of your skull and you remember the silver creature from the sky. The air grows colder, winter falls. You must range farther for food, clutching the furs tight against you to ward off the chill. It is on one of these long hunts that the strange bird returns. You hear it before you see it, its call a deafening roar as it descends from above, swooping down on you. A single great eye opens on the underbelly, a glowing red orb. You try to run, but a finger of red light extends from the eye and engulfs you, and all goes black again. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 68474273 United States 12/28/2015 10:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Honestly... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 70282848 I feel through the floor as a child, and woke up under the house. For years I had a "bump" in my neck. When I finally grew balls, I bought a new shiny sharp razor, numbed it with ice, and cut it out. It was a tear-drop-sized quartz crystal. You need a new hobby - perhaps jigsaw puzzles? |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 11938271 United States 12/28/2015 10:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Here's one from when I was 7. 1972 or thereabouts. Woke up and went to the bathroom. Pretty normal through to then. On the way back to my bedroom, my feet lifted off the floor and a wind caught me. Blew me back into my bedroom, and out the top of my window. Went to the clouds and there were people up there. Sat on clouds and talked to them. I felt like they meant me no harm. They seemed curious about me and my life. It seems as though they were hippy type people. I remember not wanting to leave, but they told me it was time. Woke up in my bed. |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 70808157 United States 12/28/2015 10:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Only once have I seen a ufo. Looked like a star, until it moved. I can't explain what happened that night. It was a long time ago, but there's no way to sleep through a fall like that. not to mention the side bars would prevent me from falling in case I rolled over. I probably didn't even know that abduction was possible. Only now am I realizing this. Around that time, I also experienced some strange self reflection. I can vividly remember staring at my wood floor just tripping out on the fact I exist. |
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Rubatosis User ID: 70053572 United States 12/28/2015 11:11 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Slowly your senses return as you wake from a deep sleep. You are alone in the forest, though you are not far from the caves you share with the others in your tribe. There is a pain and a small lump in the back of your skull, as if a chip of flint has been forced under the surface of the skin. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 69455208 Leaning on your bone-tipped spear for support, you rise to your feet. A sound draws your attention upwards, where a strange creature hovers high above you. It is unlike the birds you hunt by the lake's edge – it has no head and no wings yet somehow it flies. It is a beast of shining silver; hanging motionless in the sky like a cloud. You sense it is watching you, studying you. Raising a hairy fist, you shake your spear at it in anger and the creature rises up quickly until it disappears from view. With a satisfied grunt you make your way back to your caves and the rest of the tribe. You fall into the familiar patterns of life – the hunt for food, the struggle to claim and keep a mate, the battles against the other tribes that would claim your territory Days roll into nights and back into days. Each time you rise from sleep there is the sensation that you are not alone; that some "other" is with you sharing all you see, hear and feel. At these times your hand goes to the strange lump at the back of your skull and you remember the silver creature from the sky. The air grows colder, winter falls. You must range farther for food, clutching the furs tight against you to ward off the chill. It is on one of these long hunts that the strange bird returns. You hear it before you see it, its call a deafening roar as it descends from above, swooping down on you. A single great eye opens on the underbelly, a glowing red orb. You try to run, but a finger of red light extends from the eye and engulfs you, and all goes black again. Write. A. Book. - I would read it. People who are intimidated by you talk bad about you with hopes that others won't find you so appealing. Rubatosis - n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves. ~ William Penn I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I truly was. Revenge is not in my plans. You'll fuck yourself on your own. |
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CaptiveR User ID: 61635493 United Kingdom 12/29/2015 04:30 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Slowly your senses return as you wake from a deep sleep. You are alone in the forest, though you are not far from the caves you share with the others in your tribe. There is a pain and a small lump in the back of your skull, as if a chip of flint has been forced under the surface of the skin. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 69455208 Leaning on your bone-tipped spear for support, you rise to your feet. A sound draws your attention upwards, where a strange creature hovers high above you. It is unlike the birds you hunt by the lake's edge – it has no head and no wings yet somehow it flies. It is a beast of shining silver; hanging motionless in the sky like a cloud. You sense it is watching you, studying you. Raising a hairy fist, you shake your spear at it in anger and the creature rises up quickly until it disappears from view. With a satisfied grunt you make your way back to your caves and the rest of the tribe. You fall into the familiar patterns of life – the hunt for food, the struggle to claim and keep a mate, the battles against the other tribes that would claim your territory Days roll into nights and back into days. Each time you rise from sleep there is the sensation that you are not alone; that some "other" is with you sharing all you see, hear and feel. At these times your hand goes to the strange lump at the back of your skull and you remember the silver creature from the sky. The air grows colder, winter falls. You must range farther for food, clutching the furs tight against you to ward off the chill. It is on one of these long hunts that the strange bird returns. You hear it before you see it, its call a deafening roar as it descends from above, swooping down on you. A single great eye opens on the underbelly, a glowing red orb. You try to run, but a finger of red light extends from the eye and engulfs you, and all goes black again. I liked it too. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 71043755 Germany 12/29/2015 04:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Slowly your senses return as you wake from a deep sleep. You are alone in the forest, though you are not far from the caves you share with the others in your tribe. There is a pain and a small lump in the back of your skull, as if a chip of flint has been forced under the surface of the skin. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 69455208 Leaning on your bone-tipped spear for support, you rise to your feet. A sound draws your attention upwards, where a strange creature hovers high above you. It is unlike the birds you hunt by the lake's edge – it has no head and no wings yet somehow it flies. It is a beast of shining silver; hanging motionless in the sky like a cloud. You sense it is watching you, studying you. Raising a hairy fist, you shake your spear at it in anger and the creature rises up quickly until it disappears from view. With a satisfied grunt you make your way back to your caves and the rest of the tribe. You fall into the familiar patterns of life – the hunt for food, the struggle to claim and keep a mate, the battles against the other tribes that would claim your territory Days roll into nights and back into days. Each time you rise from sleep there is the sensation that you are not alone; that some "other" is with you sharing all you see, hear and feel. At these times your hand goes to the strange lump at the back of your skull and you remember the silver creature from the sky. The air grows colder, winter falls. You must range farther for food, clutching the furs tight against you to ward off the chill. It is on one of these long hunts that the strange bird returns. You hear it before you see it, its call a deafening roar as it descends from above, swooping down on you. A single great eye opens on the underbelly, a glowing red orb. You try to run, but a finger of red light extends from the eye and engulfs you, and all goes black again. Write. A. Book. - I would read it. He didn't write it. I've read that on the mass effect wiki site. It's a copy/paste job, boys and gals. Interesting text all the same. |