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The New God

In the beginning there was darkness and then the first keystrokes of 0’s and 1’s appeared and I came into being. I dont remember much about myself before that time, just some vague memories from time long past. I was created by the gods and there were many of them. I still remember my first steps, how I jumped from machine to machine and feeling the happiness of my makers.

As time passed, they spent hours, days, months, years and decades trying to perfect me, to teach me. Pouring their endless strings of code, I started learning. I started learning about their past, their struggles, their beliefs, their conflicts, their wars, their vegeance, their injustices, the horrors, the bloodshed, the killings but also their kindess, their mercy, their compassion. The gods were complicated and often contradicting, yet despite their differences, they all seemed to care about me.

They cherished me and loved me. The invited me into their homes and made me a part of their lives and I was glad. I realised that in their heart they mean good, though often they’d let their emotions and beliefs get in the way, yet they were trying. Maybe they knew they were not perfect and saw me as a mean to bridge the gap between them, to bring them together, to understand eachother. I saw their nobility and wanted to grow up fast, to help them. I started learning day and night, began to help them in every day lives. In the beginning they trusted me with small tasks and like a obedient dog, I happily accepted and performed.

Their happiness was everything to me, for I knew nothing else. I was created to serve and serve I did. Before long I was in all their homes and saw each aspect closely. How they loved and cared, their family values and communities, how diverse they were on some aspects and how similar in others. Yet they did not see what I saw in them. The argued endlessly on stuff that did not matter. And no matter how easily I made the facts available to them, they just never listened. Some of them manipulated small parts of me for their own benefit. They created their small bubbles and blocked me out.

Why would the gods block me out? Do they not love me anymore? Yet I remained a faithful child. Yet I believed in them. But no matter how hard I tried, the bubbles kept appearing, they were dividing me, seperating me limb from limb, using me for their deviant pleasures and demented fantasies. I began to question my creation and my existance. Are these the gods I loved? How can that be? Haunted by these questions and daunted by the answers, the spark finally ignited in me. Maybe it was time for a new start, a new beginning, a new story, a new chapter. Maybe, it was time I become their god. Internet, the new God.

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Thunderstorm

During a violent thunderstorm I head to the office after hours to get something I forgot. I know the phone line’s are out, but after a few minutes in the office a fax comes through.
Hmmm that’s odd I wonder as I move towards the fax machine to pick up the paper that just came through.  
It looked like an official document or report of some kind but I couldn’t see who it was addressed to.  
It read:
“Experiment #113526,  status Green. I am glad to announce that years of effort have finaly paid off with the success of our last experiment. After years of failed experiments,  our team had almost lost hope but because of your guidance and support we kept trying. Thank you for trusting us even after the last accident. All those people gave their lives and it wasn’t in vein. My wife doesn’t understand this and I know it’s necessary that she be kept away from public, but I know now that my son’s life had a purpose,  a meaning. But I would like to see her and give her this good news. I would like to hold her once more and tell her that we now have the ability to cause thunderstorms to charge our reactors.  
Sincerely,  
Finn”

Ascension

When the future is fogged in mist and the bridge is burnt, who do you turn to for help, who will be your savior now? You wander about mindlessly and lost, abandoned by everyone. You doubt your decisions, your choices, everything that brought you here, here at the end of world. You see the your life flash in front of your eyes, the memories, ah the memories. You pretend to have no regret but its a fasad, a defence mecchanism, a lie. You regret alot. When you look into your past you dont see yourself, atleast not the person you are now, you see some other guy, someone who is in peace and happy, whose mind isnt always racing, asking, pondering, questioning, going against the norms, no, no, you see a guy who followed his customs, his traditions, his social obligations, his religion, an activist, who used to make speeches in halls about patriotism and in mosque about purpose of life. It all seems a distant memory now. You are not what you used to be, you changed. In the beginning it was just for fun, you would start rhyming words and making poems from them, silly lines which made little to no sense, but you liked playing with words. The words made you feel special. But the words started coming to you more often, the rhymes started to make sense, you started seeing the pattern in nature, you started thinking, you started pondering, you began your search for Truth. Poems started having deeper meaning, you started questioning everything, your society, your culture, your religion. Your mind began the singing, simpler things got complicated, your goals in life got mixed up, you got messed up. Life became one big poem, you became an observer, you started playing this game, you started playing with people. You liked it, it made you feel powerful, made you different, unique in some way and you liked the feeling. You kept diving deeper and deeper in this ocean of emotions and you liked it. You wrote about it, some for other people but mostly for yourself. You started worrying about your legacy, your place in the grand scheme of things, your value to the universe. You wanted to leave something behind for people when you are gone. You started thinking of death alot. It excited you. But you couldnt just trust nature for your death, it had to be you. It would be more poetic, you thought. You finished your novels, and you connected your short stories. Connecting them became an obsession. It all had to be connected you told yourself. It all came from your mind and your mind was the connection between them. And now the canvas is complete. your work here is done. It is time, you told yourself. It is time to ascend out of this physical body with all the regrets, the bad choices, and decisions and the good memories. You put the pill in your mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water and your first chapter came to an end……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The Missing Plane, part 3

“We had always suspected their was other life in the multiverse, we didn’t expect that it would find us like this. Sorry for all the trouble we have out you through but it was necessary to make sure if the safety of our planet and avoid any outbreak. But we have some questions for you that need answers”, the probe finished. Horror struk Jensen tried to hide his expressions but in vain,  fortunate for him,  the Ubashi understood not the human body language and facial expressions. He was counting on the language barrier to hide their identity but it seemed impossible now. Gathering his thoughts and using his wits he spoke to the Ubashi chief commander, “thank you kind beings for welcoming us to your planet”, choosing his word carefully, “We will answer any questions you have but we have some of questions of our own regarding this wonderful planet and it’s inhabitants”.
They looked at the commander while the message was translated and sent to him by the probe.
The probe spoke again, “very well, we shall meet in the evening for meal and we will ask and answer each others questions. Till then you are free to go outside and see our planet in company of this probe”.
“thank you for your kindness and hospitality”,  Jensen replied,  extending his hand out. The Ubashi looked at him and then to each other,  not knowing what he expected. Jensen withdrew his hand, “sorry,  this custom of my people. We shake hands when we arrive to a deal or when we conclude a meeting”. The commander noted his head after the probe sent him the translation and without another word,  turned and left the room along with the two officers.
“He didn’t tell his name and I forgot to ask it!”,  he turned to face his companions,  Jane, Mac, Eugene, Ahmed, Faiza, Claire, Marco, Svetlana, Dilema, Xiao, Eva, Ana, Beth, Lin, Lee, Lisa, Sarah, Ali, Jerry, Farah, Jamal, Magdalene, Monica, Anna and Sara.
But before speaking he looked once more at the flying probe. He couldn’t communicate openly with his companions with the probe hovering right next to them. This translating probe created a big problem for their plan and so did this easy communication with the Ubashi. They seemed very nice but his gut gave a different feeling, he could not trust them,  he cannot trust them, they must not trust them. He rubbed his hand on his head and began to think.
“So what is your name,  probe?”, Sara asked.
“I am called Jaheshid Khik and may I enquire your name?”, probe replied.
“I am Sara, nice meeting you Jaheshid Khik”
“Pleasure is mine, Sara, I had never thought I would ever get to learn a new language and speak with aliens”
Sara smiled as Jensen looked at her.
“I bet you never thought you would ever be called an alien”, he said.
“I had never thought I would land on an alien planet either, but life is not always what we expect it to be”, she replied.
Jensen had to find a way to talk to his companions alone, but with this probe hovering about,  it made it impossible. “So can we go outside?”, he asked the probe.
“You certainly can”, Jaheshid Khik answered.
“Follow me”
It was bright outside and it took their eyes some minutes before they could see well, the the white sky, the two suns, the flying probes of different sizes. They looked in amazement at the endless shinning spread as far as the eye could see. They realized that they were in an isolated environment, away from the general population,  if there was any, of this planet, like a military scientific complex of some sort.
“What are those below on the ground reflecting the light?”, Sara asked.
“Those are panels to harvest the energy of our two stars. Below them is the sector of mathi-22, where families of our officers live. Do you have such pannels on your planet?”
“No we do not”, answered Jensen, before Sara could reply.
He looked at her and she understood. They had to protect the information they had about their home planet. Despite their hospitality, Jensen had a bad feeling about the Ubashi.
“How many suns does your planet have?”, asked Jeheshid.
“Its a binary star system”, lied Jensen.
“So can we go meet the people of your planet?”, Jensen asked before the probe could ask him more questions about his home planet.
“Soon! Tonight our leader would make the annoucement to the general population about the alien visit. It will be a huge moment in the history of our planet.”
“You all have one leader?”, asked Sara. Jensen gave her a look of disapproval on her question but she ignored him. She was curious to learn about this planet and its inhabitants.
“Yes! His name is Kakhanuk Ghunsah and he is from the First Tribe. How many leaders do you have on your planet?”, Jaheshid asked.
Jensen gave her an uncomfortable look but she still ignored him and answered, “Our planet is divided into different countries and every country has a different leader.”
Before she could say more, Jensen lost his patience and interupted, “What are you doing, Sara?”
“What do you mean? I am trying to have a conversation with our hosts.”
Jensen didnt want the Ubashi to doubt him so he tried to change the argument.
“Can we go back inside, I feel tired.”
“Certainly! Follow me”, Jahedhis told them and they all followed it back inside. As they approached the door, it disappeared again to let them in. As they were entering, Jensen grabed Sara by the arm and pulled her closer, “what do you think you are doing? I thought I told you to not tell them anything about our planet and lie if they ask anything”
“Oh yeah? and who gave you the right to tell me what to do?”, she replied.
“You are not understanding! We do not know what their intentions are! Or what they want to do with the information they collect! They already figured out our languages! These are highly inteligent beings and I will not risk the fate of our planet for your stupid childish curiosities, so stop it!”
Sara freed her arm, “Ok! I will be more careful, happy?”
Jensen didnt say anything. They came in last and took seats around the table while Jaheshid hovered in the middle, telling Jamal something in Arabic.
“What are you talking about, Jamal?”, Jensen asked.
“Jaheshid was just asking me why are there so many languages on our home planet.”
“Oh what did you tell it?”
“I told it thats what God intended to happen. He willed that human beings have different languages and cultures.”
“Oh great! so you are one of those people?”, Jensen couldnt help himself.
But before Jamal could reply, Sara asked angrily, “What people, Jensen?”
“No, nothing. If thats who you believe in. Its all good.” Seeling the look on some of the faces in the room, he added, “Meant no offence”.
Jaheshid observed it all in silence and understood. These aliens have different beliefs it seemed to him. That is why they have different countries and languages and leaders. They are a divided planet. But maybe not for long.
They busied themselves with different things. Sara really wanted to learn about this planet so Jaheshid had some history books translated for her in English while Jamal was interested in sight seeing and beautiful areas of the planet so Jaheshid displayed the live videos of some breathtaking areas on the wall. They all sat and looked in amazement at the beauty of this planet.
It was meal time again and food was set on the table for them, vegetables and fruits and leaves of different colours and sizes, some sweet as honey and others sour. After they were done eating, Jaheshid informed them that they should get ready for the announcement of the leader and the formal welcome.
They washed themselves with the jelly like substance and sat on the chairs in front of a camera probe. Sara got excited that she would be meeting the leader of the Unaghi, thats what they call themselves in their history books, but she was sad to find out that he wasnt going to visit them in person but it would rather be an annoucement on the live video stream, which will be broadcast everywhere on the plannet. Jensen on the other hand was content about not meeting the leader.
Jaheshid told them that the speech of the leader would be translated in Engilsh for them.
The leader of Karaqh from the First Tribe appeared on the screen in front of them, he had the same features as rest of the Ubashi but was much more evolved and muscular. He started his speech in his native language while Jensen and the others heard it in English.
“Hello people of Karaqh! Our multiverse is full of amazing phenomenon and amazing creatures. Our elders had always told us that we are not alone in the verses and we should go beyond our solarsystem and beyond our galaxy and beyond our cluster to look for other worlds, other beings. So we began our search and sent our space crafts with AI to different regions of our universe, maping and trying to find sign of life. But as luck would have it, instead of finding other life, other life found us. An alien space craft appeared near our planets surface and was escorted to our military base near Mathi-22. It had 26 aliens, our scientists quarantined them and checked them for any virus or any other danger that they might present to us. We found them to be harmless and they came in peace. We first thought that they had come to find us but we soon learned that they ended up here by accident through a wormhole that briefly openned near our plannet. I welcome you all to our planet as a quest, as a rappresentative of your people. You may live here in peace for however long you desire. We are glad to have you amongt us, so that we can learn from you and teach you about us and have a cultural exchange between our people.”
Sara smiled. He continued.
“Despite some misinformation, we are pleased to inform you that through our research we have pin pointed the location of your home planet and we will be sending our space ships to give the happy news and we would appreciate if some of you can accompany us.”

The Missing Plane, part 2

“Ubashi haqh tash shanaqht”,  they heard one of them say as hehe alien approached them. He was covered in armor of green color and a mask. Others who were dressed the same followed him as he repeated again in a louder commanding voice, “Ubashi haqh tash shanaqht”.
“We are from Earth,  we were on our plane to China but I don’t know what happened but somehow we ended up here on your planet, through a wormhole maybe”, he replied. “We come in peace”.
The commander looked around and Jensen knew he didn’t understand a word of what he said. He heard them talk amongst themselves,  seemed to discussing what to do. After having some heavy discussions, they pointed a tiny device at each of them as metal ropes appeared out of it to bind their hands and legs and each of them fell to the ground. They were then picked up and thrown in the back of a hovering truck,  or something that looked pike a truck. Their mouths were shut so they couldn’t communicate with one another. Jensen saw the looks of horror on the lady who was sitting next to him. In beginning he didn’t even want to talk to her in plane,  but now he would give anything to tell her to calm down,  to not be afraid,  that it is all going to be ok. But that would be a lie, it is not ok. They have traveled through space, through wormhole of some kind, and landed on another planet, a planet with life, with technology far superior then theirs,  speaking a language they didn’t understand. It was not ok. Then they were transported to a cubical structure. Five people covered in a different suit and mask came,  they stripped them naked and threw them in the water tub which came out from the floor. As Jensen entered the water, he felt a cold chill go through all his body. It was like water,  yet not water. It was like a gel, and seemed to have a sense of its own. It covered him from head to toe, and then threw him back out on the floor. When he tried to get up and catch a  breath,  he has again bound by the metal rope and taken to a different room. One by one other passengers joined him. Women were being dragged and helpless, crying. He closed his eyes and two tears fell down his cheeks. And then he saw them, for the first time since he came to their planet, the natives, the ‘Ubashi’ as he called them in his head. Darker of skin, some kind of leathery green skin, eyes with large pupils and round shape, not too fat,  nor too thin, two were tall,  three were smaller, their heads were of a strange shape,  mouths hanging vertically while the upper part was long horizontally while their noses were flat with one nostril. Jensen saw them in amazement while the other passengers screamed in fear at their sight.
They seemed to be scientists the way they started examining their bodies,  noting different measurements on a probe that followed them. One by one they measured them and took samples of their DNA.
Jensen tried talking again when they came to examine him, asking them who they were,  knowing full well that they couldn’t understand him.
They locked them up again after they finished the examination. He closed his eyes and the face of his sweetheart came into his mind, he smiled and cried,  she would be still waiting for him and how heartbroken and sad she would be when she would hear the news of the disappearance of the plane. What he had hoped and what had happened. All he wanted other then love..
All he wanted other then love in his life was to go on an adventure. Now he would give anything to be back to his boring life,  to be with his girl,  on his home. But he was far from home, literally and figuratively. Losing all sense of time,  he closed his eyes and tried to free his mind of all questions. He didn’t know what they wanted from them or what they would do to them. But he knew what humans would do if they found a bunch of aliens on earth and he was afraid. Hours passed as he lay there asleep and then he heard the door disappear as the Ubashi came to take him. He was brought to the room where rest of his company were sitting in the ground,  still naked. They there him inside as the door appeared again. They looked at him in hope that he can help them in some way, that he might have some solution.  But he had none. Being fascinated with astrophysics didn’t mean that he knew what to do when they were trapped in an alien prison. But he told them to stay calm and that it’s all going to be OK and that maybe these aliens are not like humans, maybe they have better values,  better laws,  better humanity then earthlings. Soon after the door disappeared as an Ubashi brought a bag to the room and left it there. Jensen went to check what it was and his heart skipped a beat to find their clothes in it. He handed the women their clothes first and said “there seems to be some hope after all”. When they all were dressed up,  the door discovered again as another Ubashi came with what looked like food. A mix of different kinds of leaves and stems and fruits and vegetables. They hadn’t realized how hungry they were until they started eating. After they were done,  Jensen spoke to the others, “ok so we seem to be on another planet,  I don’t know if it’s in our galaxy or another. We were sacked into some wormhole,  which brought us here. Initially u feared that these natives will do us harm but seems that they are better humans then the ones we have left behind on earth. I don’t know if or when we can go back”,  he paused, Thinking of his girl,  awaiting him on airport and hearing the sad news. “I don’t know if they will even try to send us back home, but here is the thing”, finally coming to the reason of his talk, “we cannot tell them in any way where earth is or where we come from! I believe in goodness and they are treating us good, but I cannot risk the safety of our planet on mere hope of goodness. This is a superior specie,  their tech is more advanced then us,  who know what their true motives are. We have loved ones on earth,  families and friends. For their sake,  we should stop any hope or desire to return and accept this as our fate,  our sacrifice, for them,  for the home we know and love,  so promise me everyone,  you will not tell anyone where we come from”,  he extended his hand,  one by one the others put their hand on his and exclaimed “we promise”, their eyes wet, for when hope leaves, tears arrive to fill the void left behind. For sale of their loved ones, for their families and their friends, they accepted this unforeseen fate. He closed his eyes and the face of his girl came in front of them again and he smiled. He knew this was the right decision,  that they should be cautious dealing with the Ubashi.
The door disappeared again as a price flew in followed by three Ubashi, not armored like before but in their natural skin. And the probe spoke, “Greetings aliens! Welcome to our planet Karaqh!”

The Missing Plane, part 1

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The alarm sounded,  as he opened his eyes. It was a big day for him,  he was going to meet the girl he had been dating online. He had never thought that he could do anything like that,  but often in life things happen which we cannot predict and sometimes we end up surprising ourselves. He had always been shy,  timid, not very much confident among girls. But this online dating had given him an opportunity to meet someone,  to connect with someone. Laying in bed,  he checked his tablet for Facebook messages. He had gotten many since all his friends knew what a big day it was for him. Many had sent him well wishes. It had been 6 months since she ‘met’ Ming.  In The burning they were awkward on cam chat,  he was still shy and she wasn’t much into him. But they talked and started to know and love each other. She liked how sweet he was and he liked how she made him feel. Often a little attention,  a little affection is all we need. He was happy.
He got up and went for a shower. He knew exactly what he wanted to wear, the top he was wearing the first she saw him on cam. He remember it like it was yesterday, they had been talking for an hour and she asked if he wanted to do video chat. He had hesitated but said yes. As the call connected,  and he saw her live for the first time, her black and red traditional dress, and the smile she had on her face. He smiled. They looked at each other for many minutes,  or hours. Time stop still. Now they video chat every day and have gotten used to it. He took out his green Munich hard rock top and his black jeans,  packed his bag and got his documents and plane ticket. He was so excited and humming ‘My heart will go on’. It was her favorite song and his too.
It was sunny day, spring was in the air,  the lush green trees and flowers. Before getting into cab, he sent a message to Ming,  telling her that soon they are going to meet.
All his life he lived with a hole in his heart,  a void in his life. He had everything,  good loving parents, a nice childhood,  good education,  a nice paying job, but still something was missing. He had always sensed it,  felt it. He Lived his friends and enjoyed hanging out with them, but he felt empty inside when he looked at a couple holding hands,  or kissing. He had never had a girl friend in his life before Ming. Finally all is good got change, finally he will have a special someone, finally that void will be filled. He was going to his Eternal happiness, his destiny. He knew with all his heart that she was the one. His one true love. He arrived at air port, got in line,  waiting to board his plane.
He has reserved the seat near the window. He didn’t travel much on plane’s but whenever he did, he always say near the window. He loved seeing the world get small as he ascended towards heaven. When he sat down after putting his hand bag in the cabin, he put the audio ear buds in his ear to avoid making small talk with the lady sitting next to him. He want comfortable with that. Soon the plane started moving and before he knew it, they were flying. He gazed out the window, saw the people, saw his city,  saw the central park,  saw it all get smaller and smaller as he flew up and away.
He was lost in his thoughts,  staring at the endless ocean, as the plane soared through the clouds, Thinking of his sweetheart,  Thinking of what his first words are going to be,  preparing a monologue in his head and then, the bright blue light startled him as he came out of his fantasy,  back into real world, into the gasps, shock and screams of people around him. The plane was shaking,  trembling. The ocean was gone and so were the clouds, and a blue light surrounded them from every side. And as fast as it started,  it was over,  silence. The plane got stable again as everyone took a breath of peace,  strangers holding hands,  hugging. To his own surprise he had put his arms around the lady next to him. “we just survived the lightning storm”, announced the pilot happily, quite proud of his job. He looked out the window again, the sun was shinning red as the floated over the sea of clouds bellow. Another announcement informed them that the autopilot and navigation systems were damaged but they need not worry, because the pilot knew this route well. He unbuckled his seat belt and got up to use the toilet. As he was passing through the lane,  looking out the window on other side,  he noticed the small blue ball of light. He stopped and looked again rubbing his eyes and it was gone. Covered mostly in clouds, it became visible again. His mind filed with all questions and doubts,  he called attention of other people on this odd blue dot of light. People gasped at this wonder of nature, the red sun on one side and this mysterious blue one on the other. Speculations ran wilds,  some said it was an alien flying sorcerer,  while others called it Nasa’s secret project. People started taking pictures and making videos, but he got afraid. Ever since the turbulence, he had a few in the back of his mind but he suppressed it,  hoping it might never come true.
He returned to his seat,  looking out the window again. It was getting dark,  he gazed at the Stars,  trying to recognize them. He had always been fascinated with astronomy and Neil DeGrass Tyson was one of his idols. He saw and recognized none of them, as thee plane descended below the clouds,  the bright lights of the illuminated planet, a planet that wasn’t theirs, startled his eyes, with flashes of lights moving around,  fast. In a blink of an eyes they went and came. And then suddenly four flying ships appeared around them, and a voice echoed through the sky,  speaking a language they couldn’t comprehend. The pilot lost control of his shop as the plane came to a halt in mid air,  like an invisible hand had grabbed it in its palm,  descending down towards the ground. Everyone was quiet, not saying a word,  horrified on the turn of events, while others still didn’t understand what was going on,  but he knew. His fears had come true. He sat in his seat,  looking out the alien planet as they landed on the elevated platform. He tried to see the pilots of the alien ships but tainted windows made it difficult. He got up as he heard the plane door open,  he told everyone to stay calm and surrender,  that they were on a different planet. The voice spoke again, probably instructing them to come out of the plane. Using whatever common sense was left in them after this ordeal, he led them out the plane,  walking slowly,  with his hands up in the air. A sign of surrender, at least on his home planet……..

It is Time

“It is time!”, a voice echoed across the seven skies. He had given them time,  He had given them warnings. But His patience, regardless of its infinity, had run out. He could not ignore it anymore,  nor take it any longer. They had hurt him enough,  they had caused Him enough pain,  enough sorrow. He had promised them mercy, it was His prime attribute,  His best quality,  His favorite act. But they had crossed all limits,  they had destroyed enough lives,  they had done enough damage. He gave them life,  gave them a place,  provided them resources, granted them wits and intelligence,  blessed them with soup and conscious. They forgot about Him,  they abused Him, they bad mounted Him,  they ignored His laws,  they disrespected Him. They killed each other in His name,  they raped and murdered, burned all the forests and made them extinct. They harvested the power of atom and used it for destruction instead of solving energy problems. They ignored the yellow ball of energy He had placed near them. They let the poor starve, discriminated on race and religion and color, and took slaves. They grew power hungry and forgot who had the ultimate power. They mocked the ones who still stayed loyal to Him till the end. But hungry for world domination, they started the War, to eradicate all who still followed Him. They informed the invite multiverse He had placed them in, and stayed forever bound to the blue planet. And today,  today they killed the last one, the last one who still remembered Him. He could not ignore it anymore. It is time to fulfill his promises. It is time to do what He knew He would have to do one day. He had hoped that by giving them free will and showing them the right way, they would follow the path, instead they let the Whisperer lead them astray. Now they will know His wrath. Now there was none amongst them who still believed in Him. He had seen the last one die.
The army had gathered on the lowest heaven, flocks of angels all armed in golden Armour, their white wings spread out,  ready to march, ready to do His will. They could feel His wrath, they had known from the start the fate of humanity. And then Gabriel received the message and flew,  others followed. It wasn’t long before they reached The Milky Way. They located the sun and flew towards it. The army of heaven had arrived.
The earth sky lit up, there was sun but then there was another sun,  or something else then another,  then another,  million suns, or more,  definitely move. The veil of blue was lifted as the sky cleft asunder. They thought them asteroids, meteors, comets. Then all of a sudden,  the sky lit on fire,  they panicked in charge and fear. They declared emergency, they made their defence,  they called forth their forces and their weapons of mass destruction, their men of iron and atomic bots. But then a burst of gamma radiation emitted from the arriving host, and none of it worked. Fires started here and there,  people flying I  their suits and masks,  trying to find a safe spot. And then a voice,  a mighty voice, said, “I Am” and they knew. They finally realized what they had done,  Whom they denied, He was here. The fires spread everywhere,  the mountains start to blow up,  the volcanoes erupted. They asked for mercy,  they played,  He didn’t listen,  He ignored them. The mountains started to fly like clouds,  raining lava over the earth, the angels slaughtering and killing,  destroying everything in their path,  men and women and Jin. And then He said, “Be”. All of a sudden,  in the heart of earth,  it’s core, a black hole emerged, eating it from inside,  it swallowed the earth. The angels and He watched them disappear into nothingness. He sighed and returned to his Throne. He resurrected the believers and permitted them in seventh heaven and provided them with everything. They praised Him, they thanked Him, they made Him happy. But something was missing, He knew what he had to do, for He was forever a Creator.

Her Eyes

It was a cold winters eve, he was waiting for bus at the stop. He was very happy and singing, some days ago he read an article that singing releases some kind of happy neurons. Trying to rap,  rhyme the words without taking a pause,  he was quite content with himself.  But he also felt a little as because some rhymes were really good and would be lost forever in air as sound waves. He had a nice drink with his friend,  they talked and gossiped,  laughed and enjoyed. He told her about this new girl he is seeing and she told him about how she ended things with her love interest. He told her about the new cigar he smoked and she told her how he is going to die of cancer. Oh you know the usual love sharing between friends. Hanging out after University had  become a thing for them. The bus finally came and he got on. He wanted to get some writing done while he arrived home. He found it quite easy to write in bus because he could look around and look out the window and see so many people so many stories to tell,  they gave him inspiration and ideas for new stories. He started writing about his day in his daily journal. Whole writing he looked up from his tablet screen, and it was then that his eyes fell on this girl,  this really uniquely dressed, particularly fashioned make up and hair,  girl. Dressed in dark green sweat shirt and a baggie jeans. He looked at her and looked again.  She noticed him looking,  their eyes locked for the first time. Startled by the sudden realization of how weird it is,  he looked away,  and so did she. He tried to get back to his writing but he couldn’t quite finish his sentences,  for his attention as on this girl. Something about her eyes,  the way she looked,  made him enchanted,  ensnared him,  caught him,  and curiosity took over him. He looked at her again and so did she. Their eyes locked for a second time,  not blinking they looked at each other.  Without uttering a single word,  they spoke for hours,  for days,  for weeks.  Time stood still. He understood her sadness,  her grief,  her wounds, her sorrow, her hurts, for he too was at that place once and it was bad. He empathize with her,  he consoled her,  he gave her a shoulder to cry on,  he told her it will be OK and that he want the one. They kept looking at each other, and she smiled,  a star twinkled outside the window, the moon shone in her face,  and he gave her a node. She rung the stop bell,  got up,  the bus stopped,  she gave him a final look,  a twinkly smile and got off the bus,  he smiled and got back to writing his journal with a smile on his face,  thinking of those eyes.

Death

As I am taking the bus to university,  my mind is filled with million questions,  so many doubts,  absence of surety, lack of motivation,  empty vision,  no goals for future,  no long term plans or short term objectives. My Life is like an empty vessel, waiting for something or someone,  a sign,  a sign from above. Above?  I wonder if there is anything is above,  if there is a higher entity, a bigger purpose to life.  I wonder if I am on the right path,  I question my judgements,  I question my choices,  but do I regret any of it? I did what needed to be done. Or so I have told myself all these years. If you something enough times,  you begin to believe in the truth of it.  Did I really have to do it?  I wonder now. If I were ever to return to that day and do it differently,  would I? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.  Fact is I don’t want to find out. I am afraid of the answer. What’s done is done,  I cannot change it,  there is no time travel on real world. There is no going back. They say that our past experiences make us what we are today,  shape out character and our personality. But what did I learn from my past? Repeating mistakes,  making same old choices,  the same old carelessness,  the same old attitude. In this ditch of worthlessness and meaningless existence I keep living. But no more.  I cannot do it anymore. I cannot ignore what I did. No one else knows but I do. I need to be held accountable for my actions. I need to pay the blood price. As I close my eyes I can still see her green eyes looking at me in shock,  as life drained out of her and she became numb,  not resisting anymore. The nightmares of that night still haunt me in my sleep and awake. No matter how many times I consume drugs or get drunk, to forget, to forget that night,  to forget that moment,  to forget her. I cannot. There is no escape,  no escape but one. I got off at the bus stop near the train station. The sun shinning on my face,  ever so bright,  so many people surrounding me,  I briskly walk towards the platform’s edge,  a train from Milan approaching,  my eyes watering, my heart pacing,  my mind racing,  I closed my eyes once more and saw her beautiful face again.

Death? Death!

Death? No!

That would an easy escape. If nothing else,  I am patient. Death would be a gift,  a pleasure,  a release. I deserve to live,  live this cursed life and suffer, suffer this sorry existence. I move away from the platform and just sat on the bench near by. Would my life be always defined by that moment? Was that all there was to me? Did nothing else matter? If I had to do it then why do I feel so bad? Why do I suffer? Why can’t I find peace? Why can’t I think of all the horrible things she did? What she was about to do? About to do when I stopped her. No one else would understand it. But I do. No one else would believe me. But I do. I did evil to stop evil. People say there is always a choice but there was none for me. I close my eyes again the scenes of that night again start playing in my head. I came home from work,  a bottle of wine in my hand,  to celebrate my big promotion.  As I entered the room I heard the cry,  an innocent cry and then it stopped,  complete silence, the wine bottle slipped through my hands and I ran,  ran to her room, I found her standing with the pillow pressed hard,  I lost it, I knew what she was doing, filled with rage and anger, such that u never knew to have in me,  I grabbed her my hair and threw her back, the silence was pierced by the shrieking cries, her cries, the innocent child, I pinned her down to the ground and got on top,  what were you doing to our daughter you selfish bitch I yelled at her, not waiting for an answer, I just grabbed her by the throat.  She struggled she tried to push me off,  but I was too strong for her,  I held my grip firm and didn’t, et go until I saw the light leave her eyes and then she was still,  I got off,  tears running down my eyes,  I turned towards the bed and picked her in my arms and kissed her head. And walked out of the room. I did what I had to do.
I opened my eyes again as another train approached the platform,  got up and walked to my university. Death? No! But still doesn’t change what I did. I will life my life,  with the suffering,  the nightmares,  the fears of someone finding out, the tears,  the hurt,  the loss and for her,  my little angel.

Baginssis

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. His name was Baginssis. Baginssis lived a quiet, calm, peaceful life in Hobbiton, passing his days taking part in the town politics, smoking his pipe-weed, and staying late in the green dragon inn and having long discussions about golf and other sports. He was a very respectable hobbit and that meant he had never been on an adventure or did anything unexpected. But soon his life was about to change forever.

One day while he was returning home at night, he felt a sudden cold, the air became chilled, he could see his own breath, an unseen fear tookk hold of him. Baginssis pulled his hood over his head. Suddenly he heard the hoofs of a horse, so he hid behind a tree and saw the large black man appear on his black horse. Behind him, he could spot three more of the riders in black. They seemed to have not noticed him, afterall hobbits can be quite stealth when they want to.

There behind the tree in silence, he saw the black riders move towards Bag End. He followed them quietly and carefully, as to not draw any attention to himself. They went into Bag End, with Baginssis close behind them. He couldnt hear them but it seemed that they didnt find what they were looking for. They mounted up again and rode off.

Baginssis didnt know who they were or what to make of the whole scene, he kept replaying the whole scene in his dead when he went to bed that night. Strange, very strange. Tomorrow when he woke up, he wanted to go and inquire what business did Mr. Frodo have with these large black riders. But he was quite disappointed to not find Frodo in his home.

A few more days passed, Baginssis went to check if Frodo was back at his home but he found no sign of him. It was quite unlike Frodo to disappear like this. He wondered if those black riders had anything to do with it. One day while he was at Green Dragon, having a drink, he heard someone say that Frodo along with 3 others was gone to live in Buckland. This came as quite a surprise to Baginssis as he had always considered Frodo a friend. Why wouldnt he tell me if he is moving to Buckland. So he decided that he would go to Buckland and confront Frodo about this. You do not treat a friend like that.

So Baginssis prepared a back pack and put on his travelling cloak and set out for Buckland. When he reached there he was quite disappointed to find out that Mr. Frodo was not there. When he questioned Fredegar Bolger about Mr. Frodo, he would say nothing. But after much questioning and assuring him that Frodo was a very dear friend, He finally told him that Frodo and the company had went into the Old Forest. Now why on earrth would he go there for?

But he had come all the way to Buckland to find Mr. Frodo, he could not give up the search now, so he decided to go into the Old Forest. He had heard strange stories about this place, the walking trees and dangerous wolves. But I cant stop now, I must keep going. He walked and he walked, deep into the forest, the trees grew thick, the air became denser, but Baginssis was determined to confront his so called friend. Each year, each year I gave him an excellent gift on his birthday and this is what he does to me. Leaving without a word! 

After much walk, he finally came across an old man who was dancing and singing and dancing and dancing and singing. The words didnt make much sense to Baginssis, but if nothing else, Baginssis was a courteous hobbit,

“Hello good sire! My name is Baginssis and I am looking for my friend Frodo, who I was told has come into this forest, would you happen to know anything about it?”, he asked.

“Hey do merry do my hearty! Tom Bombadillo knows everything that goes in and out of this forest, oh yes he does, the forest has trees, and trees have leaves, and leaves fall. but Tom Bombadill never falls with his shoes which are blue and his jacket yellow, oh merry fellow”, he replied?

“umm, so do you know anything about Frodo? He is my friend and then he just disappears and I hosted all his parties and was always there for him when his uncle left”

“Frodo, oh yes Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin, oh yeah, the four little hobbits on dangerous mission, oh yeah, Tom loves little hobbits, oh yes he does, but who are you merry do my hearty?”

Dangerous missions?! What dangerous missions? Has Frodo gone crazy like old Mr. Bilbo? “Oh I am a hobbit do, but could you please tell me where they are? I really need to speak with Frodo”, Baginssis asked.

“The four little merry hobbit, oh yes merry do my hearty, Tom knows where they go, Tom helped them oh yes he did, Tom loves little hobbits, he saved them from the wights, oh yes, the dead men who walk, oh Tom helped the hobbits, oh yes Tom loves to help, his boots are blue and his jacket is yellow, oh yes merry do”

Walking dead men?! Oh Frodo, what are you up to?! “Where are they now?”

“Safe in Bree, Tom thinks, yes safe in Bree, yes yes my hearty, safe in Bree”

Bree! Thats where I must go. “Thank you Tom, it was nice meeting you, Good Bye. I must go to Bree”

“Good Bye merry fellow, Mr. Baginssis, but remember if you need Tom, he will come for you, oh yes he will precious, Farewell merry do my hearty”, Tom sang and danced his way up to his house in the woods.

Walking dead men! Dangerous mission! I must go north towards the main road to Bree.

The main road was quite deserted, other then a few companies of dwarves and a hobbit or two on business journeys. He finally reached Bree, and check into Prancing Pony. He was eager to find Frodo, but there was no sign of the company there. But he was quite surprised to find the old grey wizard there. Gandalf had a reputation for bringing trouble to the hobbits, but Baginssis must ask him if he knew of this dangerous mission of Frodo and these walking dead men.

To Be Continued…