I figured I'd post a few, just for kicks.
Here are three loosely connected bits that belong to the same basic story, a parody of the Left Behind Series that I'm clalling Held Back.
First up is a bit of prologue concerning a bum named Lyle:
Oct. 13 2012, 1:15 p.m.
Lyle had never heard of the Buddha or of the jumping Jesus phenomenon. He didn't know that technology had reached a point where the sum of information available to humanity was doubling roughly every .000000006 seconds. Lyle didn't know of philosophy of cosmology or psychology. None of that really mattered to Lyle.
Nothing much mattered to Lyle anymore. Food used to matter, and warmth, but that was before. Now he merely sat with his legs crossed staring into nothing. He had been considered successful earlier in his life. Memories of that time occasionally floated to the top of his consciousness, but they were of someone else.
Now he merely sat.
Few who passed him noticed him, and those who did received no answer to their inquires, and eventually they gave up and passed him by.
He didn't even bother with the donation cup anymore, most of the pocket change went to the bums with talent anyway.
Police collected the homeless from other areas of the city and deposited them here, and it was in this way that Lyle had ended up in his corner, and since that time his beard had grown as had his stench, but these things were not his concern.
Had he known of Yoga he would have had words to describe what was happening if only to himself. He had mastered Pranayama unknowingly, but mastered them he had.
When the visions started he hadn't really noticed, but eventually they had demanded his attention.
When enlightenment came shortly after no one noticed the lack of one more bum.
Lyle wasn't the Alpha or the Omega, but he was part of the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.
Next is some narritive from one of the main characters a ubiquitous character in my stories, Ed Frentic:
I was sitting in climate controlled air conditioned coolness when the sky ignited. I looked out over the skyline from the coffee shop's window booth and watched the world end.
It as rather pretty actually, a shifting kaleidiscopidic, psychedelic sunset that was the last that humankind would see.
They'd been telling us for years that there was no need to worry of the Apocalypse, but obviously, they were mistaken.
You may be wondering how I'm telling you this if the world ended, eh?
Well see, that's the kicker, before that I had been preparing for this, a lot of us had, preparing and planning, scheming, pulling back the corners as it were.
Then it came. It should have been orgasmic on a cosmic scale, but it wasn't.
You see, 'they' were stronger than we'd given them credit for, mainly because 'they' were everyone. 'They' didn't want to wake up.
The world had ended, but only for those of us who noticed.
The fires of Ragnarok came and seared away the sky, but almost no one saw. Seas ran with blood and all those other biblical type things happened, but those also flew under the radar of perception.
Only those of us who knew where to watch saw. We watched and waited, but everyone around us seemed not to care or notice. It was like each of us had taken something hundreds of times more potent than acid, but it was everyone around us that couldn't function. Everyone around us continued on with their daily routines. Their minds so heavily programmed that they couldn't see what had happened, they just went on shaping reality as they saw it before.
The few of us that noticed then started seeing one another. Those who hadn't woken up were closed to us, but the rest of us could sense one another.
And Finaly, another bit of narration that's pretty similar to the one above:
The world ended, but very few actually noticed.
Most were too mired in their own existence to realize what had happened. The Christian rapture had happened, but not all the people who disappeared from the earth were the pious in Christ. Some were Christian, some Muslim, some Hindu, and some other smaller faiths, but none viewed as holy.
Most were the disenfranchised who disappeared, though their bodies remained, or the idea of their being that reality held.
Such things had happened before, but never in quite so large a number.
Most of the world continued on, somewhere below Malkuth, while the rest, the select, ascended upward, or outward, or nowhere at all. They rose from the dust and became all. Few of those who awakened from their lives thought of their life before. That was all behind, though much of it had shaped what they now were.
And the rest of the world went on. Wars raged, people hated and believed, but the few actually knew. They had traveled higher than most mortals ever would. Some would say they had become gods themselves, though they would not. They had merely become unified in themselves and no longer needed the physical crutch of their daemon selves.
Of the ones who were noticeably absent, few actually missed them. Most tended to be loners, most were thought crazy, or already almost dead.
Some were greeted by dead relatives on the other side, or famous people, or themselves, whatever they needed, for this was not some near death experience this was a furtherance of life.
No fires of doom awaited those without faith. Those with knowledge and doubts. No pearly gates and harps, only an existence that had been unfathomable and unknowable. They knew that they could lower themselves to the level of those still sleeping, still trapped in a world of friction and pressure, but few wanted to, for that type of form was now unpleasant when so much more could be experienced. Most chose only to imagine what the world had been like, if they chose this at all, though their imaginings were infinitely more diverse and beautiful than the reality they left behind.
This is the same story as in this earlier post about the guy haunted by a ghostly severed Indian head.
Now I just need to make myself sit down and work on this damn thing.
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