I wrote this
- The king in yellow
The mountain towered ominously over the rest of the plains. Trees and tall grass hid the acts of nature, big and small. Above it all fell a layer of deep, grey mist. The clouds overhead loomed dark, opening one stream of light onto the mountain. The stream opened further into a river, a flood of yellow light. The animals scurried as the wind picked up, the light burning all that it touched. All who touched the king in yellow's light were to be damned eternally.
Clark Elieson/Karamazov
- The desire not to exist
What ensues is a debate about the existence of god. Albeit an unconventional one. In our world, nobody escapes the daily torture of pains and disappointments. Even children have to suffer in horrific extremes. Thus, "God," the elder of the two brothers maintains, must be evil to have introduced us to such a world. Any promises of paradise after this life are just taunts. Life, is but a Cruel Angel's Thesis. "It's not that I don't accept god... I just most respectfully return him the ticket."
