Relym's Thread

[Airy]

Probably not...i have not updated my lap-top in sometime...

[Relym]

Either way, good luck. I'm going to bed.

[Airy]

Thanks...i think...

[Relym]

Standing on the brink of certain ending
Eternity is tugging at my waist
A breath or beat of heart will toss me in
But, after all, is that not what I want?

Iambic pentameter FTW.

[Relym]

Ancient energy is swift surrounding
Perpetrators' heartbeats roughly pounding
Forgiveness is a luxury
One hacked away with every tree
Screams, in all the empty fields resounding



Just a quick literary doodle.

[TheGrayK]

That confuses me a bit. I'm not sure what its about, it either scares me or I want to giggle.
but still nice work!

[Relym]

How many days of song and dance
Before we dreamed of swift romance
Another night, another day
What is the product, anyway?

[Relym]

Oh, God, I'm gonna be late. Will she be mad? I've already stood her up once. That was an accident, but she was still really pissed. I wasn't entirely sure whether or not I was thinking this or actually speaking to myself as I paced impatiently at the bus stop. Damn bus. Damn 10:20 showing. Damn butterflies in my damn stomach. It frustrated me that even in my -well, frustration- I still called them "butterflies."

Another quick glance up the street. The palo verde branches provided very little vision from my position, but I could still see the unforgiving Arizona sunlight glinting off of a windshield beyond. No, the engine was too quiet. the big, hulking buses didn't hum, they snarled. Sure enough, a shiny new Ford F-150 cruised past, mocking me with it's nonchalant freedom. Oh, how the world would be mine when I learned how to drive. Of course, Jessica is sixteen years old. She probably has her license already. I won't ask, because she's probably already told me and if I ask I will seem like I don't pay attention to her. I'll have to find that out eventually.

My phone, which hadn't left my hand for the past twenty minutes -no, it was only five, according to the digital clock. Is that even possible?- quivered in my hand and I flipped it open excitedly. "1 Text Message Received," my phone so graciously informed me. I opened it and read quickly. "Did the bus come yet? Im in B&N, text me when you get to the theater"

We were meeting at the local AMC theater complex, located in a strip mall between Ra, a sushi joint which was always crowded with drunk rednecks (who knew they loved sushi so much?) and Barnes and Noble. I could only assume that's what B&N was. Jessie often forgot that her thoughts had to be properly translated to be understood, and little things like typing were serious road blocks. "Not yet. I'll let you know." I quickly padded into a message. I sent it, and then began pacing again. I cursed myself, and the bus driver. I would be willing to bet that that bastard was parked somewhere, smoking a cigarette and reading the funnies. This is why I hate taking the bus in the mornings. Why did I have to suggest seeing the movie so early?

It was 10:10. Even if the bus arrived at that precise moment, I wouldn't get there in time. Dread, which seemed to be somewhat dispersed throughout my entire bloodstream, all flooded to my stomach and solidified. Then it melted again into bittersweet adrenaline as an idea struck me. My mother may still be home. All hope was not lost. I dialed her number- no, mis-dialed, hung up and dialed again- and waited with naive impatience. "Hello?" Oh, God. The relief was like jumping into a pool, even though I was still sweating. My deodorant was probably dripping off me by now. Dammit.

"Hey, mom. The bus still hasn't come yet, and I've gotta be at the theater in eight minutes." She gasped.

"Oh, no. I'm on my way." Oh, Mother. That's why we get you the Mother's Day card. I walked over to a nearby wall (I'd like to note here that the wall separated the sidewalk from the parking lot of MY SCHOOL and I was going on a DATE on the WEEKEND.) and leaned for a few moments. I heard a snarling engine, and a gleam of white from my right. You've got to be kidding me. The bus was barreling down 48th street, and my mom was already on her way. I made calculations in my head fast. I envisioned the trails of both vehicles, counting the turns and miles. I decided I should wait for my mom. I stayed where I was and watched the bus rumble past, on it's way to Pecos Park. I remembered vaguely that Jessica and I spent our first date there. I began to panic slightly again. It was 10:18. My stomach knotted painfully.

Just as I was losing hope, I was blinded by the reflection of sunlight off of windshield again. Before I knew it, I was climbing into my mother's golden (it was really a very light brown, but the hyperbole seemed appropriate) Honda Accord and we sped off towards the strip mall. "There will be a few minutes of advertisements and what not," my mom said comfortingly as she got a glimpse of my stress-wracked face. "Besides, as long as you two spend time together, is the movie truly important?"

"I suppose not." I humored her. I couldn't screw the exact same date up twice. What would that look like? She'd stop speaking with me for a week. I watched with a sinking heart as the clock on the car radio showed 10:21. The movie was already starting. What if Jessie was still in the bookstore, tapping her foot impatiently and gossiping to all of her girlfriends about my incompetence as a boyfriend?

We pulled into the parking lot of the theater and gave my mom a quick goodbye. I nearly died jumping out of the vehicle into the street (my lack of coordination combined with reckless drivers does not equal safety) and sprinted to the front of the theater. I called my poor date and it rang a few times. "Hi." Good, she still seemed enthusiastic.

"Hey, it's me." I said. Of course it was me, how stupid of me. What was I, Captain Obvious? "I'm really sorry about the wait."

"There will be a few minutes of advertisements anyway." She said, forgiveness lacing her sentence sweetly. "Where are you?"

"I'm outside of the theater." I said. "Are you still in the bookstore?" I looked out in front of the adjacent store, expecting her to walk out with her phone to her ear at any second.

"No, I'm out front of the theater, too." I wheeled around and scanned the benches for my short, auburn-haired girlfriend.

"Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you in a few seconds, then."

"Yep. See you." She hung up. I still didn't see her. For the briefest of moments, I remembered an incident months ago where a friend and I had accidentally gone to different theaters when we tried to meet up, once. Did it honestly happen to me now? After everything? "Hey."

It was Jessica. She stood up from a bench and practically glided over to me. She looked absolutely beautiful. From her hair, tied up in a ponytail just the way I like it, to her deep brown eyes, to her perfectly assembled wardrobe, she was flawless.

(I'll finish this later. True story, by the way. Happened just this morning. Wanted to chronicle the events while they were fresh in my mind.)

[Iota]

Nice, I wish I could write as well as that.

[Relym]

We walked somewhat awkwardly over to the ticket booth. We still weren't completely relaxed around each other, the result of a lot of digital talk and not enough time spent in person. Not sure how close we should stand or whether or not we should talk, we waited for what seemed like an eternity behind completely incompetent movie goers. Jessica stepped forward first, and politely asked for the 10:20 showing of Sherlock Holmes. I checked my phone. It was 10:29. I ordered my ticket too (which was considerably cheaper in the morning) and we scurried into the theater.

The room was completely black except for the screen, so I blindly followed Jessica's bright white shirt. I was taken aback by how little I could see. Somewhat disoriented, I nearly walked right into her several times, and had to feel around for my seat. I voiced this as soon as we were seated. "I can see just fine," she said dismissively. I didn't complain, and merely watched the remainder of the previews. I couldn't help but glance down several times to see Jessica's hand perched on my armrest, an obvious request to be held. I wondered if simply grabbing it before the movie even started would seem too forward, and not romantic. This concerned me for a few minutes, before I reached over and put my hand on top of hers. She obligingly turned it over and our fingers interlocked. I tried to make my sigh of relief as unnoticeable as possible.

The movie was quite entertaining, and for the sake of spoilers, and the risk of carpal tunnel, I won't describe it. At some point during the movie, however, our physical contact had somehow evolved into a position where our arms where linked, her other hand was resting on my forearm, and her head was leaning on my shoulder. Countless times, whenever she had her head upright, I would look over at her, hoping that she would look back, which would give me the opportunity to kiss her. The movie was too absorbing, though, and she would merely glance at me for a few moments, smile, and continue watching. I didn't mind. Every second of eye contact seemed to drop a bucket of butterflies into my gut. I wondered if I had the guts to do it even if she did keep eye contact.

Either way, I was content with having her body interlocked with mine. It was one of those passive embraces in which one forgets whose skin belongs to whom. This was ironically demonstrated when I tried to itch my finger, ended up scratching Jessica's, and both of our itches were pacified. I'm still baffled by this.

The movie ended, and we were the last to leave. This was mostly because we could not leave until our entire row had exited, thanks to Jessica's seating choice. It seemed like less than a second, and we were outside, the sunlight blinding me just as the darkness of the theater had more than two hours previously. "I've got to catch the bus again," I told her, somewhat apologetically, and she nodded.

"Bye, Sam." Her voice saying my name was glorious. We hugged, and her red-brown hair barely tickled my chin. The contrast in our height must have seemed comical to someone watching us say goodbye. One last "bye" from both of us, and I was off.



This was a sort of experiment, wondering how much I could remember, as well as how vividly I could describe it. Please give me some feedback as to the consistency, flow, etc.

[Relym]

I've been assigned the job for writing lyrics to this song:

http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/310666

I'm working on it:

Everyone's
Gonna run
Nothing you can do about it
Fight it through
's what you do
No reason to whine about it
Don't trust in them and just trust in your eyes

Wait, my friend
In the end
You will be the one still standing
Trust in me
What you see will
Show the world what it's demanding
You will lead us to a compromise

(The sight beyond x4)

Hunger anger nat'ral disaster
Nations falling faster and faster
There is a solution; it can be found

Don't arrange to meet with your pastor
Nor your teacher don't put it past her
Search inside yourself, take a look around

Though we hate to say
As a human race
What is happening
We are crumbling

There is just one way
If we want to stay
Let's change everything
I mean everything

Overpopulous
Too focused on us
Save us from ourselves

(The sight beyond x8)

(Guitar solo)

Hunger, anger, nat'ral disaster
Nations falling faster and faster
There is a solution; it can be found

(Repeat twice more in fade)


(^Super cheesy first draft in progress^)

[Iota]

Nice, I hope it all goes well.

[Relym]

I got pushed to the ground
And then I found
I had created a new kind of sound
Words unbound
Like tires on a car with no traction
What's the attraction
That's causing this infectious reaction
Why not listen to a prego's contractions
It's abstraction
I know that this is gonna catch on
Like Pokemon
Or the Jo Bros horrible song
It's all wrong
I just hope it doesn't stick 'round long
Before it gets gone


(Rap spoof I just improvised. Let me know how it is. I'll finish it later.)

[Relym]

When I entered the small dorm living room, Benjamin was half-heartedly trying to reach his pen, which had fallen a few inches beyond his reach as he laid on the sofa. He didn't seem to be trying. "What's wrong, Ben?" I asked, also half-heartedly, dropping my bag on my desk and walking over to the refrigerator.

"All this time, and it turns out a fudgery is a kitchen designed for the production of fudge." He said, rolling over to face me. "I thought that it was a synonym for 'wrong-doing' or 'criminality.'" His face was as sad as that of a woman who is sad.

"Cease your fudgery at once, villain!" I tried dramatically. "I can see where the confusion could arise." I grabbed two beers and attempted to toss one to Ben. It missed pathetically and smashed into the wall, leaving a foaming, dripping mess on the wall.

"Smooth." Ben said, returning to his position on his back, still somewhat detached.

God, I'm lazy. I don't feel like continuing this or anything at the moment.

[Relym]

It all began with Toria. She is the essence of existence. No human is capable of comprehending the power with which she creates, destroys, or even exists herself. The only basic understanding our race has managed to piece together is this: she is curious. She designs worlds within galaxies within universes, endowing these spheres of nurture with life. We are certain that humanity is an experiment, perhaps a source of entertainment for Toria. We may be the only world currently exhibiting life, or there may be an infinite amount of others. It is not known, and can not be known. These are the truths of our studies, and there are thousands upon thousands of theories revolving around the research, but until we examine further the origins of our planet, and the driving energy behind it, nothing is written in stone.

Earth, as we call it, is obviously floating in space, orbiting around the sun. Modern science has told us this. There are no eyes of deities gazing down upon us from beyond the sky, nor visible interaction with the life below it. This is a fact, and even those who believe with their entire soul that their gods are with them, they must agree that everything I've just stated is undeniable. This does not mean, necessarily, that there are no theistic beings surrounding us, but there is no such science that has ever existed nor that will ever exist that can prove it. This is the baseline of any religion, and so it is the foundation upon which Kirnylism is built also.

Chronologically, the formation of the Earth and it's inhabitants, according to the ancient books, transpired as such:

Toria, willing and adventurous, and in her infinite wisdom and power, created a world in an instant. There was no Earth, nor were there seas or mountains or continents. There was only a space in which all of these would be, eventually. We call this stage in our planet's birth Butha. Within Butha, there was nothing. Then, with the wanting of Toria, there was instantly an Earth. It was a bald, lifeless stone, perfectly smooth. No light or sound existed within it. This form is called Sinsa.

Toria made light, and Toria could see that her creation was imperfect. It merely existed, nothing more. She created upon Sinsa oceans that tossed and winds that blew. Storms and tides began, and Toria was content. After a long time, she realized that all of the storms and tides followed a pattern, and she did not like it. She carved canyons and drew mountains from Sinsa. Lakes were filled, and rivers flowed. Snow froze on the mountaintops, and the world was more beautiful than before. Toria was still unsatisfied.

She wanted her creation to always change, without her interference. She wanted sentience in the world, and so she created plants. They lived and died with the light and water, and spread all over the world. There was no pattern as to where they grew, and their lives were not set in stone. Every time she looked, there was a new arrangement of plants.

To her delight, she noticed that they changed. Some grew taller, some grew shorter. Some developed flowers, and some thrived under the sea. The world was colorful and unpredictable, just as she had wished, and yet, she was still unsatisfied.

She made one final change to Sinsa, which would turn it into Terra. Animals were introduced to the world. At first, there was just one species, shapeless and unintelligent. As Toria watched, it spread across the world, and changed. In different places, the animals changed. They grew bones, skin, and organs. Some ate plants, and some ate others. Some learned to fly. Some learned to swim. Others even buried themselves beneath the surface of the soil. She realized that when she altered things very slightly, she could cause these changes at will.

She caused a flood, and only the creatures who could swim, climb, or fly survived. The others, who were inadequate, died. The superior species gave birth, and their lineage survived. This is almost exactly what Darwin discovered an infinite amount of time later, and first proved the bridge between religion and reality. Using these subtle devices, Toria shaped all of the animals we know today, including humans.

Now, she controls not only the traits of animals, but also the micro-events in every detail of existence. From an insect becoming hopelessly entangled in the eyelashes of a cow, to the recent earthquake in Haiti, everything is designed as a test. She can form the personalities of humans by chiseling them through experience and memory. Everything you see, hear, feel, etc, was heard or seen or felt because it was meant to make you who you are. Even the insignificant and most mundane things carve you into being.

Now, Toria can't control humans completely. This is another thing that is probably keeping her from destroying the world completely and starting over. It's because we are creative, independent, and most satisfyingly, unpredictable. Despite this, she can still steer us in her own direction. For instance, there have been several occasions where she purposely designs a person through alteration of environment (the experience and memory I spoke of previously) to be especially entertaining. This can mean a tyrant, a crazed killer, or any other kind of individual that will cause chaos. With every corrupted toy she changes, she will also fashion a heroic one. Every brave, courageous, innovative, or otherwise idolized person you can think of was an experiment. That's not to say that these people weren't fascinating.

Just because these people were made exceptional, that does not mean that they have no choices in life. For instance, Toria did not invent the light bulb. She merely caused Thomas Edison to be inventive and ambitious enough to think of it himself. She did not win wars, but instead made people more apt for success in leadership. In this way, she learns about the soul of humans. From what we can tell, Toria thinks we're still worth sustaining, because we still exist. This may be because she enjoys watching us torment each other. Many believe it is because she can see that we're all capable of purity. In any case, there's something hidden within humanity that drives Toria to keep watching us.

Chances are, you are not one of the specially-designed humans. Most likely, neither are your parents, your friends, or anyone you know. Maybe even the president of the United States is just slightly above average, and got to where he is by chance. It's impossible to say.

In conclusion, these things are prominent beliefs among Kirnylians.

1. Everything has a reason.
2. Humans and most other living things are somehow capable of resisting direct control by Toria.
3. Favoritism is absolutely a factor among followers of Toria. Those who are exceptional are paid extra attention by her, and that is simply the way it is.

You may be wondering why the religion is called "Kirnylism" when the deity is called "Toria." I will address this next time, but for now, I'm done typing.

(Just another scrap of something I created a long time ago, if anyone remembers it. I'm just documenting it so when people ask me, I have something to show them.)