Thread: When the Black Bird Screamed....

Oh god, I hope someone reads my crappy writing.

Ossu!

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I. Prologue:

When the Black Bird Screamed, the world turned white.

By then, the livestock – cows, chicks, dogs – were already turned sour and nearing the final stages of extinction. By then, it was clear that life on earth was going through a new test – natural selection gone retro style, where species survival didn’t matter, the entire planet needed to get through it and still die in the process. The Christians believed it, the scientists predicted it, and the atheists understood it: that it would all be over when the sun touches the moon: “ecliptic apocalyptis” they called it.

This time around, stage direction is no longer in God’s interest. God is, at the moment, reading a book, a manual: the stars, which label his universe like a library. Those stars tell him everything he needs to remember, from recipes for a healthy sun, to how to keep your moon happy, to the temperatures necessary to cook each layer of the Earth. God is too busy to worry about emergency church meetings and prayer circles. There are more pressing things to worry about – important things – and a lot of provisions to set up. God… God is in an entirely different world right now, and Earth will end even if he doesn’t see it end; like how a television will broadcast even if nobody watches it.

Those were the boy’s thoughts on it, and even though the idea itself seemed all around depressing, it also felt charming in its own way. Enough charm, in fact, to be made into a short story. Or an article. Or something, a garden theme. No! A fiction novel, but not entirely fiction... What was it Roland would’ve said? “Like an image in a mirror.” Part true, part false. And he’d add in some sort of hyper-symbolic prologue, something about a scribble on a rock, message from God, written in lightning. And what was what that guy said on the news… that old guy crushed underneath the weight of his own statue. The Pope! He said something about being brought up into heaven through the stairs of a thunder bolt. I’ll use the same thunder bolt that killed him for the message in my story! Hell, it might work. Probably not. But he wouldn’t think of probably’s and not’s, not when there was a potential best seller under his wrist. It would be a final book for the world’s final month, codenamed potential incarnate, and no audience could ever look away from the story of their own personal deaths…

The world’s final month… As the thought settled into him, standing outside the burning remains of his Uncle’s apartment, the threat of a month’s time struck him instantly. A month might not be enough! Then… Then… I have to start right now! His hand jabbed for his pencil like a knife and he immediately wrote down the first thing that he saw: the apartment building. ‘Burning castle of the Kings (add allusion to Hamlet), burns expensively, justly promised by the ads.’ Good! he thought. A Nobel Peace prize winner without a doubt…

He heard something collapse from inside the building, ‘…under the weight of my uncle’s body.’ What’s next? [He set his sights to the East, to Florida and Disneyland, where his own tale would begin and the world’s would end.]

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-The final sentence covered in brackets will most likely be edited depending on whether or not I can find a better way to say what it's trying to say. There's nothing really deep behind it, I just don't like how it's set up.

Anyways, I wrote this about a year ago, which has left me in a crippling writer's block ever since. Or was it just all the manga I've been reading? Yes, I'm asking you that.

And if you don't like it, please feel free to hurt my feelings. And make me cry.

Pretty good.

Must admit that im intrigued, shame there's no more of it though. Hope you overcome your manga addiction (that's right it's your manga addiction)

I think I almost have, the only problem is now I have an anime addiction too.

Hahaha.

Very funny, is there any continuation of it?

Hahaha.

Very funny, is there any continuation of it?

Sorry about the double-posting. I must had accidentally double click the quick reply button.

Why the hell do I feel like I've read that from somewhere else? Did you post that on some other sites?

!!! Have we met before? I've posted it on animebox and fictionpress before.