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This story was written using the words from list in Maxim Style!

There once was a mammose woman who also happened to be mentulate and a pygobombe. One day she was walking down the beach and noticed some gobbets, she bent down, pulling her dress up so it wouldn't get dirty in the sand, what she didn't realize was that in the proccess she was exposing her meable asshole. When she looked closer at the gobbets, she kecked and then ran away in terror. Later that night when talking to her pilgarlic sister, who was plooky the woman realized her sister was jumentous. Her sister bent over to pick up one of the gobbets the woman had brought home. In doing so, she let out the hugest faart, which would make sense, seeings as she was gambrinous. The woman saw this and couldn't help but notice that her sister was dasypygal, which reminded her of that old guy next door named Brandon who was also jumentous and liked to blissom. Her sister got up and exclaimed, "I think i have some copremesis, i can feel the nisus coming on!" And so she went off to the bathroom. Just then, the woman got the strongest urge to irrumate, but who could help her with this? Brandon! He was just next door and the police had recentlytaken away his ewes, he'd be horny as hell! SO off she went to find her perverted friend. When she arrived at his house, she looke din the window and saw he had guests. She knocked on the door and he brought her in and invited her to sit down and talk awhile with him and his guests. They were talking about the idea of starting a nudist colony with a pornocratic government. They were all drinking and the woman, being a woman after all, got smashed after only two beers and became potvaliant and shouted out "Brandon! beause i have a strong urge toirrumate!!!" everybody in the room became disgusted and removed their pizzles and attacked the woman, sulligating her. They then sharnied Brandon and proceeded to copulate with hissharny corpse. That's when "the fish" walked in, exclaiming, "is this the blissomers' club? he too was sharnied, however, seeing as he was a smatchet, nobody wanted to copulate with his corpse, nobody that is except Myles, the scatophage.
and everyone lived happily ever after
The End





I wrote this in grade 11 for an assignment about a "monster" what do you think my "monster" is?
3 a.m.
He was so scary, his eyes burning with lust, lust for her. She didn't want that lust, why was he doing this? "Hey there beautiful, don't be shy" his shirt was hangin out of his pants, pants which looked like they had been dragged and god knows what else. He reached for her with bony fingers that looked so dirty; the nails, untrimmed and black around the edges, probably the same filth which covered his faded, torn pants.
"Please dont hurt me"
He grinned, "i'm not gonna hurt you darlin', come 'ere" he said, expelling a current of stale, disgusting breath, which she compared in her mind to the smell of burning shit.
"please don't, I'll scream, I swear"
"No one'll hear ya, it's three a.m., whats a pretty girl like you doin out this late, huh?" He came a bit closer to her, the lust in his eyes burning brighter than ever. He scratched the mass of tangled and greasy hair overgrowing a face that matched his fingernails; dirty and ugly, a face covered in scars. In the middle of that ugly face sat a crooked nose, one which had been broken more than once, probably in barroom brawls, she thought to herself. "Why not give in? Make it easier," he said, revealing a set, or at least what was once a full set, of dirty yellow teeth in nasty grin that sent shivers down her spine.
"Come here and give us a kiss, huh?"
"No, I'd never" She cried out
"Have it your way then, bitch!" He leapt at her and pulled a knife from his pocket in one motion, she tried to move but wasn't quick enough. He grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground. He was on her in a second, his knees on her arms and his knife to her throat, "I'd hoped it would come to this, I like it when they struggle" he said grinning, showing his ugly teeth. She cringed at the thought of those lips, those teeth, near her perfect, straight, shining teeth which she took so much pride in and loved to show off. He started to move his face closer to hers, she could feel the bile rising in her throat; his smell was overwhelming. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevetable, but it never came. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into those menacing eyes, in that ugly face, only they weren't menacing any more, they no longer burned with lust. His eyes were wide first with fear but then it faded and was replaced with a cold, lifeless stare, his body slumped onto hers. She was too confused and afraid that her scream stuck in her throat. Suddenly the heavy burden of the putrid, dirty body was rolled off her and she was pulled to her feet by a strong, tall man. He had a warm smile and eyes that did not burn with lust, but showed sincere concern, yet were hard and seemed to stare right through to her soul. "Looks like i got here just at the right moment!"



I wrote this while i was standing at podium at work, i included it in my collected works for writers craft
Podium

I’m standing at podium,
I'm really bored.
I must kill this tedium,
My legs are so sore.

I wish I could clean
I’d prefer to announce,
Tedler is mean,
But this job I’m not allowed to renounce.

Here comes someone!
Maybe they’re going to 4,
No, they’re going to 1,
Man, I'm really bored!

I know! I’ll make a plane!
I’ll fold it with care!
I’ll make it insane!
It’ll do loops in the air!

Heather took it away
She saw one of the loops,
Oh man, what a day!
I wish I had a noose!

Still an hour and a half
I need something to do
Why doesn’t the time pass?
When will the day be through?





i wrote this about my street on a cold winter night, the whole street was dark as it was around 4am and it had just stopped snowing

Cold Solitude
The boy falls asleep
Unaware of the powder blanket
Settling in cold solitude

Outside his window.

Four O’clock.
The long street,
Like a pure white path to heaven
Is a cold solitude.

The trees stand on both sides of the street
Like skeleton guards,
Ensuring the serenity
Of the cold solitude.

Daylight will come soon,
Bringing an invasion
Of light and noise
People will come,
They will attack the snow,
Extinguishing the former beauty
Of the cold solitude.

People will come,
And go,
Leaving behind ugly brown scars
On the former
Pure, white,
Cold Solitude.




hmmm, i wonder what this is about...

Delicious

The smooth foil is cold to the touch,
The bag is resistant to relinquish
Its ownership of them,
Struggling to the bitter, sweet end
But its determination is no match
For my craving.

My craving for
That indescribable
Oh, so addictive taste.
It’s salty, it’s sweet
It’s tangy, it’s bland,
So filling,
Yet so light to hold.

Red gold
I like to call them,
The crimson ones are platinum
And the gold ones are silver.

Shoveling them into my mouth
Like coal to feed a furnace
A few moment of heaven,
A few licks of the fingers
And then they are gone.
Only one bag left.





More about silvercity

Floating

Today I get to clean,
Today I am floating,
I’ll bag the garbage that’s seen,
A butler I’ll be toting.

Start at the top
That’s what we shall do,
The guests left a lot,
But we’re a hard workin’ crew

Who’s gonna big broom?
Who’ll help me bag?
We’ll be done soon,
Common guys, don’t lag.

The bags fill up fast,
The butlers do not
We’re done, at last!
Be sure to double knot!




This is another one for my writers craft project

Late November

The maple tree stood tall
And serene, thinking
Of summers days past
And of summer days to come.
Thinking of the little boy,
Who would climb to the highest branch
Or swing, upside down from the lowest.
It was late November
The boy had grown old and left
To start a life of his own.

The tree was not lonely,
It still had the wind to listen to,
They had an uncomplicated relationship,
The wind would talk and the tree would listen.
Sometimes the wind would become angry
Raging fiercely,
The tree knew when to bow down
Under the wind’s anger
Other times the wind would sing softly
And the tree would dance, swaying beautifully
To the rhythm of the wind’s song.

One day the wind became angrier than ever before
It shouted and it howled,
The tree was old
And could not withstand the beating of the wind’s fury
So it fell to the ground, silently, without remorse
It knew this day would come,
But it was not angry with the wind
It simply lay in silence, thinking
Of summer days past
And of summer days to come
And of the little boy
Who could once more climb to the highest branch
And swing, upside down from the lowest.




Another poem for the poject, each stanza is a haiku or a close variation of a haiku

Seasons

Heavy droplets fall,
Bringing to earth the promise
Of new life and colour

A tree provides shade
From the warmth of the sun
For a panting dog

The icy wind blows,
The naked trees bow as one
And sway together

The snow has fallen,
The smooth white blanket soiled
By the hurried feet

Heavy droplets fall,
Bringing to earth the promise
Of new life and colour




another one for the project, the theme for this one is that it has to have nonsense words in it

The Bamboozler

The King called
For his Bamboozler.
He was saloned,
He wanted tomfoolery
He wanted bamboozlery
He wanted to forgember.

In came the Bamboozler
Why strawk when you can splimp?
“Bamboozler, I want to bamboozle”
The Bamboozler’s mouth opened
And out splamitted
A rappappa of bamboozlings and quenluntrums.

Back and forth, the bamboozler splimped
He blungled and he grungled
He was getting tired,
butThe King was in gefaws
The Bamboozler’s job was done at last
And he was extapicet
Because the King was extapicet.




I wrote this back in grade 11 but it never got marked so i slipped it into my writers craft project beacause everyone says it's good

They Didn't tell Us

They came, first for the gold in our homes,
Then for the gold within us,
We went with them.

It's cramped,
It stinks,
It’s loud,
It’s quiet,
The quiet is the worst part.
Where are we going?
When do we get there?
They didn't tell us, we didn't ask.
The motion slows, the doors open, welcome to Auschwitz
What's that awful smell?
They didn't tell us, we didn't ask

I'm hungry
When do we eat?
I'm cold
Why did they take my clothes?
I'm lonely
Where is my family?
Why are we here?
They didn't tell us, we didn't ask.
Work detail, form fives!
It’s cold
My legs hurt,
My back hurts,
You are lazy! 'Crack' the bite of the whip is fierce
Why are you doing this?
What have I done?
Why am I here?
I don't deserve this, why do you let this happen god?
They didn’t tell us, we'd never know.



Too Lazy
Meh


I wrote this for a contest for writer's craft, you'll notice many of my views on a certain omnipotent being (I'll let you guess who)

He named it Babel

They say that there are no atheists in fox holes, but in a logical world there would only be atheists in fox holes.

On 6 June 1944, after a stormy night, an accumulation of allied forces swept across the English channel like a swarm of locust, hungry to devour all fascist opposition that stood in their way. None of the young men were aware of a young German pilot of a 287 Junker who was sleeping, oblivious of the mission he would be given that would change the world forever.

First class private Jones rode with his unit, part of the 5th Corps out of Portland, in a cold mk1 amphibious landing craft. Twenty-nine other men surrounded him in the damp area of the mk1. The floor of the mk1 was a slurry of sea water rained down on the men when the craft hit a large wave and vomit which was a result of fear, excitement and sea sickness. Most of the men seemed to be excited for their chance to fight in this war and do something meaningful for their country. These were not the feelings of Private Jones, unlike the men around him; he was not excited to die for his country. Jones had been drafted and forced to serve, he was taken away from his cozy life in Oregon and dragged from his home 13,500 kilometers to fight in a war that wasn’t his, to free a country, whose language he could not speak. “Thirty seconds”, the voice of the mk1’s captain bellowed from behind him. “Thirty seconds, until I die,” Jones thought to himself, “how could you do this to me God, how could you let this happen?” Most of the men around him were talking to God as well; however they were praying to stay alive. The men in the pillboxes high above the beach codenamed “Omaha” were also praying that they too could stay alive. So many men, of different ages and backgrounds fighting for two totally different causes, nothing in common but one thing: a god who had pitted them against each other, a merciless God who, as history would have us believe seemed to take joy in war and the obliteration of innocent lives, lives which barely had time to reach their full potential.

All the noises around him, now louder than ever as the craft dug into the submarine ground blurred into a loud rumble. The front wall of the craft swung down and before anyone could take but one step, the front half of the unit was torn down mercilessly by a swarm of hot, steel hornets buzzing and whining all around. Jones was able to dive over one of the walls along with the remainder of men in the unit who had enough strength in their bodies or who were not paralyzed by fear of death. There had always been a fear of death in his mind, but Jones had pushed it to the back in an attempt to make his time spent at the camp in England a little less like hell. Now, being held down under the water by the 100 pounds of gear which was useless to help him now, the fear came flooding to the front of his mind and he panicked. Everything went into slow motion, a boot came down on top of his chest, he could see the bullets streaking trough the water all around him, one bullet hit the man beside him in the chest. The water turned crimson and he could barely see. Was this how he was going to die? “NO!” He told himself, he realized now that he could no longer depend on God to make things happen, he realized if he wanted something done he would have to do it himself. How could he have been so naďve to believe that God was merciful, that God loved all his creations? Bullshit! “I will not die like this, damn you God, you will not have my soul this way.” Jones found a new strength in himself and unbuckled his pack, dropped his gun and freed himself of his watery grave. Not much air left in his lungs, and men dieing all around him, he crawled out of the water and onto the beach, finding safety behind a Czech hedgehog beach obstacle. Jones was too busy to realize the irony that the hedgehogs were designed to take allied lives but they were more effective in saving them.
Seven hundred kilometers away, in a bunker under the city of Frankfurt, Fritz Schmidt was shaken from a long awaited sleep by his commander. He put on his uniform in 3 minutes and was led to an office and told to sit down. Like the rest of the underground bunker, the office had smoky gray cement walls, rough and hard. They may not have looked nice but they kept him safe in the event of a direct hit from almost any type of bomb the allies could drop on it. He was sitting on a wood chair, hard like the cement walls. There was an empty chair beside him and what looked to be a much more comfortable, stuffed chair behind the mahogany desk in front of him. The desktop, like the rest of the room was barren of any decorative objects and cold to the touch. Schmidt shivered in the cool morning air and looked around nervously, why was he here so early? Was he in trouble? The metal door behind him and the commanding officer walked in. Schmidt stood and saluted him, waiting until the CO sat down before he sat down. Much to his relief, Schmidt was not in trouble, he was being assigned a very important mission. However he was not told the whole truth of his mission, he was not told that he would be carrying an atomic bomb instead of an incendiary bomb. He was not told that he would be carrying a bomb 2000 pounds more than his plane was designed to carry. He was not told that he would be carrying a bomb with the equivalent exploding force of 21,000 sticks of TNT. He was not told that the completion of this assignment would instantly obliterate 15,000 allied lives as well as many other lives of his own countrymen. All these men would die needlessly for a cause most did not whole heartedly believe in or were willing to die for. It was already nine o clock in the morning when he was given his mission, the allied forces had already been landing on the beaches for one and a half hours, the NAZI command had to act fast, and they did. Only five minutes after he was briefed, Schmidt was already on the tarmac watching crew members load the bomb into his plane. He noticed immediately that the bomb was a lot larger than any other incendiary bomb he had carried before, but he was told it was a special bomb with more power to take out more men on the beach. The bomb was loaded in and Schmidt climber the ladder into his plane, he thought it was odd that he didn’t receive a gunner and that he was the only bomber preparing to take off, but he didn’t think much more of it than that. He started the engine and commenced take off procedures, the commander had told him that since it was a larger bomb than normal, he should wait until the last possible moment before lifting off, so as to collect as much speed as possible. Schmidt started down the run way he picked up a lot of speed and only had 25 meters of runway left before he pulled the throttle back all the way and the plane started to lift off sluggishly. Behind him, 25 Messerschmitt BF109G fighters took off and caught up, quite the escort for only one bomber, he thought.

The flight over Germany and France was eventless as France was already occupied territory. The flight took about one and a half hours; he could have made it shorter but was told not to fly at top speed as a precautionary measure. Already through the clouds, he could see the blanket of allied ships that covered the English Channel. His navigator pointed out the target location to him; the more northern peninsula was where he was to drop the bomb, roughly in the middle of the Eastern coastline. Five minutes and they would be over the target area, his navigator told him. Schmidt descended through the clouds and leveled out at 10,000 feet and radioed the bombardier to prepare for release.

Frank Jones had been captain of his ship throughout the whole war; he had crossed the Atlantic with merchant ships 5 times and had sunk 3 U boats, never losing a single merchant vessel. Now he was here, at Normandy. He walked up the stairs to the wheel house to check on his crew, Jones walked around the wheel house, conversing with the crew, all was well. He picked up a pair of binoculars and looked out the main window to survey the fight less than 3 kilometers away. He slowly looked from left to right surveying the success of the allied forces. He was straining to look into the pill boxes on the cliffs when he notice a squadron of planes flying in from the east, the planes flew over the cliffs and split into 2 groups, one group flew north and the other flew south however there was one plane that kept flying straight, it was much larger than the others, a bomber he thought, this could not be good. The bomber flew over the cliffs and then turned north. Suddenly there was a blinding flash and a huge explosion could be heard, Jones threw down his binoculars, and dove to the ground with his crew. He was covering his head but when he looked up to survey any damage, he realized that everything was dark; the blast of the atomic bomb had blinded him forever.

News of the blast quickly reached Washington D.C. President Truman was shocked and appalled at the horrendous loss of lives. For two days he sat in the oval office, secluded and debated with himself, in the end he came out a decided that as much money as possible would be given to the Manhattan project so they could produce a working bomb as soon as possible, and they did. On July 11, 1944, just less than one year ahead of schedule, the first American atomic bomb was successfully tested at the trinity testing grounds. One month later it was assembled in Britain and flown over Europe, now fully occupied by NAZI forces. The bomb, which the Americans code named revenge exploded over Berlin with the full force equivalent to 23,000 sticks of dynamite. Exactly one month later, A German U-boat surfaced just outside New York harbour. It was spotted by a small boy picnicking with his family, but before he had time to inquire to his parents what it was, he, his family and 250,000 other New Yorkers were instantly destroyed. 120 days after the destruction of New York, the American government shared their knowledge of atomic energy with Russia, who built 3 bombs and dropped one over Frankfurt, one over Tokyo and one over the oil fields in Romania which were vital to the success of the German land army.

Not since the death of the dinosaurs, 65 million years ago had the earth ever experienced such carnage and death, as a result of the numerous bombs exploded on the surface, a nuclear winter soon set in and the surface of the earth soon became a black, desolate ice land. Dust raised by the atomic blasts rose into the atmosphere. Because there was no sun to warm the earth, the surface quickly cooled to as low as -40 degrees Celsius and it snowed everywhere all over the earth for almost 40 straight days. All live stock and crops were wiped out, because the surface temperature stayed below zero, the snow only piled up, creating a fifth ice age. After one year of darkness, the last of the canned food was gone. All that was left for people to eat was each other and they did. After another year had past, all but a few had survived. One and a half years later, the last of the dust in the skies settled and the sun shone for the first time in almost 4 years, and it was good. It was too late however, as snow and ice covered almost all of the earth so most of the sun’s rays were reflected back into space so most of the earth’s surface stayed cold. All of earth was a cold solitude, the end.





This is my ISU essay for law, if any of my shots at theism offends you, you know where you can go (not that it exists)

Without Logic

An argument to remove the statement of supremacy of God from the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.

The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms (1982) opens with the phrase ‘Whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law.’ This statement should be removed from the charter for a number of reasons. Not everyone that is a lawful citizen of Canada believes in God, let alone his supremacy over all of man kind. The statement is so vague that it can be interpreted very differently by people with very different religious beliefs, which could have disastrous effects. This statement implies that law is not the only entity that governs right from wrong in Canada but also God. This essay will show that the phrase whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law has no place in the Canadian Constitution through previous examples and hypothetical situations. Rebuttals will be entertained and then shown to be inaccurate.

Not everyone that is a lawful citizen of Canada believes in God, let alone his supremacy over all man kind. In 1991 Canada’s population was 26,994,000 of those people 12,335,000 were Catholic and 9,708,700 were Protestant, the other 4,950,300 people were not of a Christian faith. Granted 82% of the population was of a Christian faith, the other 18% was not and did not hold the same beliefs as the Christians. By saying that God is supreme is forcing the Christian religion on the 18% of Canada which does not hold the same beliefs as Christianity. Because this phrase is in the constitution, legislators feel that they can enact laws which relieve stress from Christians while at the same time encumbers non-Christian religions. The best example of this is the Lord’s Day act adopted in 1907. This is federal legislation which makes opening a place of business on Sunday a criminal offence. On numerous occasions businesses were charged under the Lord’s Day act and on a few occasions the charge was challenged. But always without success, businesses claimed, and rightly so, that the Lord’s Day act violated their freedom of religion. The freedom of religion was affirmed in the Bill of Rights however it was the opinion of the courts that the Bill of Rights did not guarantee rights but only affirmed already existing rights. It wasn’t until 1985 when Big M Drug Mart Ltd challenged the charge of infringing on section 4 of the Lord’s Day act. Big M Drug Mart Ltd however had the new Charter of Rights and Freedoms which ensured freedom of religion among other things. The courts ruled in favour of Big M Drug Mart Ltd, saying

“The Lord's Day Act to the extent that it binds all to a sectarian Christian ideal, works a form of coercion inimical to the spirit of the Charter. The Act gives the appearance of discrimination against non-Christian Canadians. Religious values rooted in Christian morality are translated into a positive law binding on believers and non-believers alike. Non-Christians are prohibited for religious reasons from carrying out otherwise lawful, moral and normal activities. Any law, purely religious in purpose, which denies non-Christians the right to work on Sunday denies them the right to practise their religion and infringes their religious freedom. The protection of one religion and the concomitant non-protection of others imports a disparate impact destructive of the religious freedom of society.”

The charter is meant to protect the people from the state, a state which is religiously biased in favour of the majority: Christians. How can the charter protect the people if there is an escape clause built right in and conveniently right before the most important part? The Charter says the people will be free from having a religion imposed upon them but even before it says that it says that God is supreme. Notice the wording of the phrase: “Whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law.”

Supremacy
\Su*prem"a*cy\, n. [Cf. F. supr['e]matie. See Supreme.] The state of being supreme, or in the highest station of power; highest or supreme authority or power; as, the supremacy of a king or a parliament.

Rule
\Rule\, n. [OE. reule, riule, OF. riule, reule, F. r['e]gle, fr. L. regula a ruler, rule, model, fr. regere, rectum, to lead straight, to direct. See Right, a., and cf. Regular.] 1. That which is prescribed or laid down as a guide for conduct or action; a governing direction for a specific purpose; an authoritative enactment; a regulation; a prescription; a precept; as, the rules of various societies; the rules governing a school; a rule of etiquette or propriety; the rules of cricket

As one can see the description of these two words differs greatly. Supremacy is described as ‘the highest state of power… authority’ and uses as example kings and parliament. Rule is described as a ‘guide for conduct or action’ or ‘a governing direction’. The phrase whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law would have us believe that God is to be respected and followed more closely and frequently than the laws of the land, because of this the constitution must be amended and the phrase removed. Although this is a very important reason to amend the charter and protect Canada’s multiculturalism there are still numerous other reasons to revoke the statement in question.

The statement is so vague that it can be interpreted very differently by people with very different religious beliefs, which could have disastrous effects. Because Canada is a multi cultural country which ensures freedom of religion, conscience, speech and press there are many people who have beliefs that are very different and in some cases dangerous for certain minorities. There are certain religious fanatics which have extremely racist and homophobic beliefs. There are people who believe that God wants the earth to be populated by only white people. Because of the wording of the phrase in question certain people may be led to believe that Canada as country would endorse this sort of behaviour. There are a number of cases where white supremacists have published hate material and have been found to be allowed to do so. In the case of R V. Zundel, Zundel was accused of distributing false information, the information being a booklet claiming that the Holocaust and slaughter of over 6,000,000 people of Jewish Religion never occured. This is an extreme case of outrageous religious claims. Implying that God has the final word in Canada could have disastrous effects. People who interpret the word of God in a malicious way can be very dangerous if they choose to act on that word. As was the case on May 27 when a black male was swarmed by a group of racist white males, the black male was stabbed to death. Homosexuals are also in danger because it is the belief of many Christians that homosexuality is an abomination and God feels homosexuals should be killed. God states his feeling about homosexuals in the bible:

Leviticus 18:22 Do not lie with a male as you would with a woman, since this is a disgusting perversion.

Leviticus 20:13 If a man has intercourse with another man in the same manner as with a woman, both of them have committed a disgusting perversion. They shall be put to death by stoning.

When religious fanatics read this material they feel it is their duty to rid the world of these perversions. Implying that Canada holds God as the final judge only encourages these fanatics to carry out such atrocities. Yet another reason that the Charter of Rights and freedoms should be rid of the statement whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law. Then we must worry about the mentally unstable, people who believe they are on missions from God. There are two frightening examples of this: R. V. Landry and R. V. Ratti, in both cases the accused murdered someone because they were under the impression that they were receiving instruction from God. Until this statement is removed homosexuals and minorities will have to live in greater fear of persecution. Although these reasons should be more than enough to compel Canada to rid it self of this blemish on our constitution there is another important reason for amendment.

This statement implies that law is not the only entity that governs right from wrong in Canada but also God. Again we return to the issue of the wording of the phrase, the phrase clearly states that God is supreme. This can be interpreted to mean that the laws of God supercede those of man. Someone can take that to mean that if a law of God says one thing and a law of man says different, the law of God overrules the law of man. The most obvious and terrifyingly real example of this is the opinion of God on homosexuals in Leviticus 20:13. Other examples of this frame of mind can be seen in the case of R. V. Jones in which Jones was a pastor of church and felt that he did not have to send his children to a public school and could educate them at home because he felt it was his God given right to educate his children. The judge felt that Jones had provided no sufficient proof to back up his claims:

The appellant has failed to show any substantial impact of the legislation on his belief that God and not the State is the true source of authority over the education of his children. While the Act makes no express reference to divine authority, it defers to parental authority by allowing home instruction and instruction in private schools, thereby accommodating the State purpose to the preferences of individual parents. It defers to beliefs such as the appellant's and recognizes the very values for which he contends. If the statutory machinery for obtaining exemption for his children from mandatory school attendance has any impact at all on the appellant's freedom of conscience and religion, such an impact is extremely formalistic and technical and does not give rise to a violation of s. 2(a) of the Charter. Legislative or administrative action whose effect on religion is trivial or insubstantial is not a breach of freedom of religion.

People feel that when it comes to God, the word of God is more than enough evidence and they will use this to get out of anything, this situation is reminiscent of the times in which a parent will end an argument with “because I’m your mom and I said so”. While theists maintain the intellect equivalent to that of a child they must realize that this type of argument does not work in the real world in real situations. Then there are the Jehovah’s witnesses who refuse transfusions, in some cases this can become fatal as was the case in B. (R.) V. Children’s aid society o metropolitan Toronto in which a child of Jehovah’s Witness parents needed a blood transfusion, the parents would not allow the transfusion so the province intervened and took custody of the child and ordered the transfusion. Thankfully the child was saved, no thanks to God, however in the case of R. V. Tutton it wasn’t the same. The Tuttons believed that God had miraculously cured their child and so they stopped administering the medicine to the child, as a result the child died. Because of the stupidity and blind faith in God and the naďve belief that his word supercedes that of the law needlessly took another life. Only one of these reasons should be sufficient to warrant an amendment of the charter yet the statement that precedes the list of basic rights and freedoms is still there. As long as there is man there will be the weak willed and as long as the weak willed are around there will be the naďve belief that there is a god that controls life on earth. Which means that there will continue to be needless death. But It can be brought down to a minimum in Canada and the first step on the path to a better, stronger Canada is to remove the statement whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God and the rule of law from the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.




This is my ISU for writers craft, it may be the first installment in a series, i don't know yet, enjoy

The Awakening

Soon after the explosion over Berlin, Mussolini started excavating a large network of caves under the Apennines, just outside the eastern limits of the capital city of Rome. He made separate caves for living, for storing canned foods and 50 tanks filled, each with 10,000 gallons which were vital to the survival of all the living things, a cave was dug out for large equipment and another cave was dug out to accommodate for scientific equipment. He also kept caves for as many animals that could be captured in the short time before the first snow fell. He gathered the finest minds he could convince to join him in the caves as well as 1000 other citizens which he personally approved. When the skies cleared, the cave was opened and the equipment was used to dig out most of Rome. They had all they needed to start over, as everything had been preserved under the snow. The new Society was named Roma Nova.

Three million people populated the city. Eighty five years after the founding of Roma Nova, a child was born, a child that would become an outcast to many and a savior to a few. He was born to test society’s control and to free his fellow men from their invisible prisons of ignorance. He was born Tom Larim.

“Mussolini' s son did not want a monetary system, he felt that money could corrupt the people and lead to a greedy capitalistic society. He came up with a system based on labour. Every person has a labour account and a debit card. All labour accounts are stored in a computer database inside the parliament buildings. When someone would need something they could not produce themselves, like groceries, they would purchase them using their credits. If someone needed a service provided they could purchase that service with their credits or the provider of the service could request that that person provide a service in return. Because different services were in higher demand than others, their worth was higher by comparison. The worth of each professional labour credit per profession could be tracked on television. Entertainment as a profession was deemed to be less beneficial to society and therefore entertainer credits had a small value. The only entertainment professions available for study were singer/ songwriter, or professional storywriter of novels and short stories, however all songs and stories must be approved by the government before they are released to the public” Tom always hated history class, the only thing he liked about the class was that he got to sit beside his best friend Derec, they always talked during class and they always got caught, today was no different.

“What are we going to play at recess?”
“David and goliath!” Derec said excitedly
“ooooh” Tom whined, “We always play that I want to play something different” “Fine” Derec said, somewhat annoyed, “what do you suggest?”
“How about we build sand castles, we can pretend they are Sodom and Gomorrah and then we can smash them!”
“But we will get dirty” Derec contested, he was about to suggest a game he thought would be better but was interrupted by the teacher, she was annoyed and told them in a strict voice to be quiet.
“What is so important that you cannot wait to talk about it until recess to talk about?” The teacher asked
“We were talking about history” Tom said
“Is that so? Why don’t you tell the class about the credit system then” Tom stood up and stepped out of his seat into the isle,

“All labour credits are nullified when a person dies or is putdown so as to prevent people being people acquiring money without working for it. All services can be paid for with goods and goods can be paid for with service. The government determines the credential worth of each good and each good is given a special identifying worth code, an IWC in bar format, which can then be read with the use of a special scanner. Any establishment, which vends goods, is given a scanner with a database of all goods programmed into it. Each year, new scanners are issued and new products introduced.” “Very well Mr. Larim, you get off this time, but please do not talk anymore during class time.”
The bell signifying the beginning of recess rang and all the students filed out of the school house to play.


Tom’s childhood was the same as all the rest of the children born in the same year as him. There were a few differences in Tom’s life, however. When he was 10, his mother gave birth to a girl who she named Fate. However, Fate was born very prematurely and when she was three months old, it was discovered she was blind. The government deemed her useless to society, she was baptized and then injected with a lethal poison, her body was cremated and her ashes were spread on the ground outside the crematorium. A small tombstone-like statue was given to the family which they placed on their fireplace mantle. The death of his sister was not the only aspect of Tom’s life which set him apart from the other children. When he was 12 he would occasionally see things in his mind which he did not understand. He’d seen on the news many times how the government had disposed of people who could not contribute to society and people who were abominations. His parents always explained to him that it was for the best, that these people could not contribute to society or that they were evil. So he knew from an early age that people who were different were put down so he chose to keep his visions to himself. As he grew older, the images became more intense and lasted longer. Eventually he completed his education, passed his final test and became a cabinet maker. The government assigned him to work and live in the north end of the city. His life was a normal one except for the occasional image he would see. In his 33rd year, he began documenting his visions. He wrote what he would see on pieces of graph paper used to create designs for his work. He dated and then hid the papers. For the first few months he only recorded and dated the visions, but on a particular day he noticed that his vision that day closely resembled an earlier vision. He was sitting in his office at his desk; the office, like the rest of the house was quite Spartan, devoid of useless objects and simple in design and décor. The walls were paneled in oak, he had done that himself. He was sitting at his desk, which he had built and he was designing a set of table and chairs which had been requested by his neighbours. He had just started to design the legs of the chair when he felt the throbbing pain above and between his eyes. He knew that meant he was about to experience a vision. He swept his designs aside and pulled a fresh sheet of graph paper from the stack on his desk. He closed his eyes, all of a sudden he was looking at about 30 or so men, all wearing the same thing; green pants, green jackets and large knapsacks with shovels attached. They all had some sort of metallic stick in one of their hands. It looked like they were standing in a small metal room with no roof, he could see the morning sky above him. It seemed to be raining, and people were getting sick all around him. He heard loud noises in the distance ahead of him, the noises sounded like the loud hammering of nails. Suddenly he was under water and then he was crawling through sand, there were dead men everywhere around him, all wearing the same clothes as the men in the small metal room. There was a bright light and then the vision was over. Tom recorded and dated the vision on the paper and then went over to one of the walls and removed a panel. Behind the panel to the left of the one he had removed was a shelf with a stack of the rest of his recorded visions. He picked them all up and read through them, noting the similarities between a lot of them. In some he saw buildings like in the city, people going about their lives, he saw people in weird chairs with wheels, people who were blind like his sister. He saw men kissing men and women kissing women. He saw large metal birds, he saw people watching games of hockey being played on the television. In all his visions he saw the society he lived in except with some major differences. In most cases what he saw in his visions he found to be much more pleasant than the life he lived. He soon came to the conclusion that what he saw was a society that was much like the one he lived in. Was it a past society? Maybe it was another society somewhere past the large walls of snow that circled the city, somewhere in the forbidden tundra. He decided that he would never be able to find out and put the papers in their hiding spot. He decided he could never know, and his visions simply made no sense.

All his life, Tom had chosen to keep his visions from everyone he knew out of fear that they would report him to the government as an undesirable. But since his decision to stop paying any attention to his visions, he thought it would be harmless to tell his Derec. They were eating lunch together at Tom’s home when he decided he would tell Derec.
“You’ve known me a long time, right Derec?”
“All your life”
“And you trust me? You’re pretty sure I’m normal?”
“What’re you getting at?”
“Well I’ve got something I want to tell you, but I got to have your word you won’t laugh or make any presumptions, and especially that you won’t tell a soul what I’m about to tell you? Do I have your word?”
“Yes, of course”
“Okay, for a lot of my life I’ve been having these visions in my head, like dreams, except I’m awake”
“What did you dream about?”
“Life, except a different life, I saw a city, I saw large expanses of grass, I saw a river that was so wide, it seemed to never end and there were large boats on it. I saw strange metal birds with people in them and they had funny garbled voices and weird pig noses.”
At the mention of the men with the pig noses, Derec seemed to be confused, but he stayed silent and let his friend finish his descriptions.
“I saw people in weird metal chairs that moved when the person sitting in them moved a stick on one of the handles, I saw men kissing other men passionately”
“Men kissing men,” Derec blurted out, his face twisted up in disgust, “why would any man do this knowing that he would surely be killed, just as Our lord God said?”
“I don’t know, but for some reason it did not seem to bother me, it was as if God could’ve been wrong, if you think about it, these men are normal men, right?”
“Right, except that they are attracted to other men”
“Right, but wouldn’t such a man still have a heart which pumps blood and a brain that he thinks with? Would he not still bleed if you pricked him?” “I would assume, but I have never met such a man so I wouldn’t know for sure” “So why then does God say that these people should be punished with death?” “Because sleeping with people who are the same sex as you is evil and a sin!” “But why?”
“Because God says so”
“You see,” Tom exclaimed, “There is no reason that such behaviour is legitimately evil except because God says so, yet he gives no reasons as to why he condemns it”
Derec sat silently for a second, stunned at never realizing this injustice himself
“I see what you mean but I still could not find it in my heart to say God is wrong. I mean how could he be wrong? He is all powerful, all knowing, all seeing and all loving. If he says or does something it can only be to protect our best interests.”
“You say you saw other cities, one which could not be Roma Nova?” “Yeah, I thought maybe they could be cities which are somewhere past the snow” “I say we go look for them!” Tom said excitedly, getting up from the table. He went into his study and grabbed a piece of graph paper and a pencil. “I Think we should travel out into the tundra and look for this city, imagine if we found it, what could that mean?”
“What about the laws?” Derec said worriedly, “It’s forbidden to travel outside the city limits”
“Why?” Tom quickly responded, it was clear he was going somewhere with the argument.
“Because the government says so…” Derec trailed off, realizing Tom’s point “Okay! Let’s get some basic stuff we’ll need together, we need to make a drawing of the area around us in relation to the city so we can find our way back or retrace our path later on, also so that we don’t explore the same area twice.”
“what if someone comes to one of our houses while we’re gone?” “Who would come?”
“What about a productivity check?”
“Are you kidding?” Tom laughed “In the last week I’ve filled ten requests for furniture, it’s clear I’m very productive.” “We would have to be careful, though” Derec said, dropping his voice to almost a whisper,
“We’ll come up with a story together, until then go home and make a list of things you should bring, I guess we’ll travel for a day in a straight line away from the city then we’ll sleep at the end of the day and return the next day, we can’t stay out too long or people may become suspicious. Let’s wait a day or two, I’ll find a good spot to exit the city unnoticed and I’ll draw the area of the city around our exit point.”
On that note, Derec left to go home. Neither man had families but both had a number of friends, many of which were mutual. The two men would have to make a good plan if they wanted to fool their friends, but what could they say? There were no other cities in the world for them to travel to and even if there was, exiting the city was forbidden.


The next day, Tom found a spot they could exit from on the north side of the city which he estimated to be farthest from the city hall and which was relatively unguarded. While surveying the guards Tom began to ask himself why the government would guard the city limits so heavily, why they didn’t want anyone to go out into the tundra, what were they hiding? He thought to himself. He finished drawing the city and went home for some much needed sleep, in the morning they would begin packing for the trip.


They had been walking for almost twelve hours before resting. They were in the middle of a cold white desert but they didn’t even know what a desert was. To the east of them were the mountains, to the south was Roma Nova, to the west was the Tyrrhenian Sea but they didn’t know that, to the north was what appeared to be another mountain but it was oddly shaped. It appeared as if there were long vertical slits in the mountain, almost as if the mountain were made of tall pillars. They decided they would walk to the base of the mountain and spend the night there before returning to the city the next day. They soon realized as they got closer to the mountain that it was not actually a mountain but, to their surprise a city like Roma Nova what they originally perceived to be slits in the mountain were really the spaces between the tallest of the buildings. They didn’t set up camp immediately; instead they spent a long time exploring through the city, it looked like the day it was abandoned; no plants or animals could inhabit the city because of the frigid temperatures. Both found numerous strange objects in the buildings, they took what they could carry and brought it back to camp and examined their findings together. Tom had found half a doll which, when he squeezed it made a high pitched squealing noise, what was left of the doll seemed to confirm that the doll had been a female doll, most of the blond hair was gone from the head and the cloths had long deteriorated.
“What can this mean?” Tom said, looking at the doll and then glancing around the room they were in, “They always said there was nothing outside the city, were they trying to hide this city from us? Why?”
“I don’t know, I’m starting to think we shouldn’t be here Tom,” Derec said, a look of worry coming into his eyes, “I’m starting to think we never should have left the city, what if someone realizes we are gone? What if they know? I think we should go back, forget about this place we shouldn’t be here”
Derec grabbed the doll from Tom and threw it to the ground, “I think we should leave right now before we get caught”
“No!” Tom said, standing up, “They lied to us for one reason, so we would not find out, they are hiding this place for a reason and I know it could not be a good one. We deserve an explanation Derec.” Tom picked the doll off the ground and put it into his knapsack.
“We will sleep here tonight and then we can go back to Roma Nova first thing in the morning, we won’t be found out it is all right, no one even knows we are gone.” Tom and Derec built a fire with wood Tom had brought from his workshop then they lay down and eventually drifted off to sleep.


Derec woke up first and immediately woke Tom up. They hurriedly packed their things, Tom made sure he had the doll, and then they left for the return trip to Roma Nova. Tom marked the approximate location of the new city in proportion to Roma Nova so that someone might return one day. They walked for 14 hours to return home, for both men the walk seemed like an eternity. Derec was anxious to return unnoticed, Tom was anxious to examine the doll in his workshop. When they returned to Roma Nova they took precautions to sneak past the border guard and then both men hurried back to their homes. Tom turned the doll over in his hands slowly moving his eyes over its surface. The doll was charred. The doll was naked, the clothes had been burned off, Tom noticed some words on the back of the doll he rubbed off some soot and read the words “made in China”.
“China? What’s China?” Tom said out loud to himself.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Tom quickly got up and put the doll behind the wall with his journal entries then went to the front door. It was his neighbour Jennifer.
“Hi Jennifer, haven’t seen you in awhile”
“Yeah, I’ve been busy lately, just started a new novel, I haven’t seen you in awhile either haven’t seen you coming out or going into your house” Tom was flattered and worried at the same time. Jennifer had moved into the house next to his three months ago, they had become friends quickly and Tom quickly started having more than just friendly feelings towards her he hoped she felt the same.
“Yeah, I’ve, um been really busy lately, I recently received five requests for furniture so I have been working hard in my design studio I haven’t left the house at all, I haven’t slept much and I haven’t eaten or drank much, this is actually the first real break ive had in a few days.”
“You’re so dedicated to your career Tom” she said, touching his arm “How about we extend your break a little longer, I think you deserve it” “Me too” Tom laughed, “so what should we do?” “coffee?”
“sounds good”
Coffee was scarce because only so much could be grown inside the city limits. Tom didn’t have enough for two cups so he made the last cup for Jennifer and he drank orange juice. They spoke about their careers and their future aspirations. Both realized they wanted a family some day. Tom held off saying anything to Jennifer about the trip he and Derec had taken. He trusted her not to say anything however he didn’t feel that this was the right time to tell her. He liked Jennifer and he hoped she liked him too, he didn’t want her to get any wrong impressions at this point in their relationship. After two hours the conversation finally lulled and they both looked at the clock.
“Wow, two p.m. already, where did the time go?”
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Tom said, “And I did have fun talking to you today, we should do this again some time, maybe say, over dinner?” Tom already felt good having asked the question that he’d been waiting to ask all afternoon, now he just had to get a yes which he was somewhat sure he’d receive “I’d really like that” Jennifer smiled, “tomorrow night, my house?” “I’ll be there, but until then I’m going to have to kick you out because I have a lot of work to do” Jennifer finished her coffee and then Tom led her to the front door, they said their goodbyes and hugged. Tom really did have work to do, he had an unfinished project, a set of chairs his neighbour had asked him to design.


It wasn’t until early morning when Tom finally finished the designs for the set of chairs. He didn’t clean up his pencils, he was too tired, Tom fell asleep soon after his head hit the pillow. He didn’t sleep well, he dreamt that he had killed Jennifer. In his dream he had killed her with a crucifix and then he became worried he would be discovered so he attempted to hide the body. He looked everywhere to find a good spot to bury her body but whenever he found a spot there would be the same small child watching or playing or doing something near by where he could see the burial spot. Finally Tom found a spot to bury the body on a hill on the side facing away from the city. He dug her grave and took care to make it a deep grave, for some reason even though he knew he was in danger of being caught he still felt the need to give Jennifer’s body a proper burial He piled a few rocks over the grave as a marker. He started to walk away but turned back one last time and saw the child had dug up the body with a small shovel and was holding the crucifix which Tom had buried with the body, the child had broken the crucifix in half. Tom went over to the body and to his horror he realized that the body was no longer Jennifer’s but his own. The child looked up at Tom, he was shocked, the child looked exactly like Derec, the child then took the crucifix and stabbed it through Tom’s heart.


Tom woke up, he was shivering, it was so cold, he realized that he was sweating. He went to the hiding spot where he kept his journals of his visions, he wrote down the dream he had. He looked at the clock on his bedside table it was already twelve p.m. He worked on the furniture orders he had until seven o clock when he got ready for dinner at Jennifer’s house. They talked about a lot over dinner, even after the previous afternoon they still had a lot to say after awhile Tom felt he could tell Jennifer about the trip he and Derec had taken, the city and the doll he had found as well as his strange visions.
“This doll you found, what is so special about this doll, we have dolls here in Roma Nova” Jennifer said
“Well there are three things about it, first it’s burned, its in a city that nobody knows about and on the back it says ;made in China’” “China? What’s China?”
“I don’t know, but I think the government does” Tom said, clenching his hand into a fist.
“Can I see this doll?”
“I guess so” Tom said hesitantly
They walked over to his house together and Tom pulled away the panel that hid the spot where he put his journals of his visions and where the journal entry for the dream he had the night before. He grabbed the journal entry for the dream as he pulled away the loose panel, he didn’t want Jennifer to see it. Jennifer picked up the doll and turned it over in her hands, she held it close to her face, inspecting every inch of the doll. After she had finished with the doll she went to put it back in the hiding spot when she noticed the pile of journal entries. Tom had left the room and she turn around to see if he had returned, he hadn’t so she put down the doll and picked up the top paper. She read it to herself quietly


“I’m standing in a street, I have a camera with me, the road is sand and gravel. There is a brick wall in front of me and a step leading to a double door, one of the doors is open and I can see that it leads into a house with no roof which appears to have collapsed. A soldier is lying to the right of the step on the ground, he is dead, for some reason there is what appears to be a towel wrapped tightly around his head. I look closer and I can see that underneath him, clasped in his arms is a small baby no more seven months old, the baby is wrapped in a white cloth, it is also dead. It’s as though the soldier died attempting to protect the infant child. I aim the camera at the bodies of the man and the baby and take the picture.”


Jennifer started to cry, she was horrified and saddened by this vision. Tom came back into the room and Jennifer quickly put the paper down. “Are you going to talk to the government? Tell them what you and Derec found, this is big you know, I mean it changes history.”
“Yes for sure, I want to know why They government has been lying to us all this time, I’m sure they knew about the other city. Surely they must know about it and they are hiding it from us that’s why we’re forbidden to leave the city, I have to know the people deserve to know. I can’t let everyone live in the dark, only knowing the shadowy tales the government chooses to tell them now that I have been enlightened, I have seen the real world, I have to show them all.”
“They will never believe you”
“I must take that chance, they must know”
“Surely, if what you say is true, that the government knew about the second city then they will never let you get the information out to the public.” “I’m going to try, I must show these people the truth; they deserve it.” Jennifer was in awe of the man that stood before her, no man she had ever met before was so noble. Tom saw her looking at him, he looked at her, they were both thinking the same thing, their faces came closer together and then they kissed. Both knew that premarital sex was frowned upon but neither cared. They quickly moved to the bedroom and started undressing each other, they got into the bed and Tom pulled the covers over them.


Tom was startled from the best sleep he had had in a long time by a loud banging on his front door. He got up slowly, pulling his arm out from under Jennifer who had not been awakened by the loud banging. He put on his house robe and went to the door, he opened it slowly at first just enough so he could look outside to see who it was that was knocking so loudly on his door at this time of the morning. Standing on his front step were two soldiers, not just city guards but government police soldiers, it was unexpected but somehow Tom was not surprised, he didn’t know why though. “Are you Tom Larim?” The larger of the two men asked, he had a deep voice and his tone told Tom this man meant business
“Yes I am, why? What’s the problem?”
“come with us” The other soldier said, taking out a large plastic zip-tie “Why? What’s the problem?”
“We’re asking the questions here” the larger soldier said, it was clear he had no patience for useless conversation and was becoming annoyed
“Can I tell my wife I’m going with you so she knows?”
“We know you are not married, come with us now or we will take you with us, it is your choice.”
“Alright” Tom said, he put out his hands so the smaller soldier could zip-tie them, but before the plastic even touched Tom’s wrists he pulled his hands up clasping them together, he brought them down on the soldiers neck like a hammer. The soldier’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Tom quickly turned and ran into the house, slamming the door on the pursuing soldier’s face, breaking his nose. Tom quickly ran into the bedroom, he jumped on to the bed and shook Jennifer awake.
“Jennifer there are two soldiers here to take me away, I don’t have much time, you must hide and when we are gone take the journals and the doll, don’t let them find them!”
The soldier came charging into the room, his face crimson with blood and rage, Tom quickly pulled the covers over Jennifer’s head to hide her from the soldier. The soldier leapt onto Tom and wrapped his arm around Tom’s neck. With his other massive hand he pulled both Tom’s hands behind his back and zip-tied them.


Tom was woke up he was shivering it was freezing cold, he figured it must have been the cold sweat but he wasn’t sweating, nor was he in his bed. He lay on a concrete floor, naked. In was in a jail cell, there were three walls around him, no of which had a window, he slowly stood up his head felt as if someone was hitting it with a hammer from the inside. He went to the bars on the other side of the cell and looked out, there was nobody around, he called out but nobody answered. Four hours passed before someone finally came into the room outside the bars, a female guard. Tom would have stood up but he had come to his senses and was too ashamed to stand up knowing he was naked. The woman was carrying a tray of food and an orange jump suit, she opened the cell door and placed them both just inside the cell, she then went and sat down on a chair and watch Tom. He didn’t want to get up until she left but it was clear she wasn’t going to leave any time soon, it was clear she took pleasure in his embarrassment. Half an hour passed by before Tom finally gave up and walked over and picked up the jump suit, quickly putting it on, he took the tray and went back to where he was sitting. The food tasted awful but he ate it because he was so hungry. After he finished the food he decided the guard may know why he was in the cell. He got up to go over to her but as he did he saw two other male guards enter the outer room. The female guard saluted one of the guards and then quickly opened the cell. The guards said nothing, they quickly moved towards Tom, one grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back the other put a zip- tie around his wrists, they led him out of the cell, through the outer room, down a concrete hallway and into a large, high ceiling room. All the walls of the room were paneled in wood, at the far end were four large chairs behind a large oak table. He was led into a small box whose walls came up to his waist and was more like staircase railings than walls. Immediately four men in black robes entered the room from a door on the wall to his right. They sat down in the large chairs.
“Good morning Tom Larim” The man on the far left said, “Do you know why you are here today?”
Tom decided to play dumb, “No I do not, but I suppose you are going to tell me” “You are here because you have been charged with heresy”
“Heresy? That’s absurd!” Tom blurted out
“Please calm down, Mr. Larim,” the man, second from the right said, “or you will be calmed by the guards”
“What have I done to incur this charge?” Tom asked in a patronizingly calm voice
“You have gone against the wishes of your God, Mr. Larim”
“I see,” Tom said, “and when, gentleman did I do this?”
“Three days ago you exited the city, you traveled outside the city limits into an area that is clearly forbidden.”
“I was unaware this was forbidden by God” Tom said in a sarcastic voice “It is law” The man on the left said
“So it is not forbidden by God but by you”
“We are your Gods!” The man on the left angrily shouted, “you have sinned by committing heresy Mr. Larim, now you have two choices, you may repent, and ask forgiveness of your lord and you will be forgiven or you may die a sinner’s death and live for eternity in the pits of hell.”
“I have done nothing to incur the wrath of my God therefore I have nothing to ask his forgiveness for, I will not satisfy your petty wishes with an apology” “So be it Mr. Larim, you will be relinquished into God’s hands tomorrow at sunrise.”


It was still dark when Tom was led out of his cell into a courtyard, in the middle of the courtyard was a stage with a noose hanging above it. Tom was led up to the stage and a large man wearing black mask fit the noose around his neck. The man from the wooden room was standing on the stage. “You have more chance now to repent your sins and ask forgiveness of your lord God, what say you Mr. Larim?”
“You can take my life, and you can hide my death, but you cannot take my free will, my free thoughts or my soul. Nor can you hide the truth forever. I am only the first of your worries.”
“So be it, Mr. Larim.” The man from the room nodded to the man with the black mask. The sun began to rise in front of Tom, he smiled, it was so beautiful.



this is my final evaluation for writers craft, the end sux but the rest is ok, enjoy.

Fallen Angel

By: Bruce Selzer Wednesday, June 11, 2003 Fallen Angel “Bruce, I’m going to need to see you in my office a sap” Why the fuck does he feel he has to say a sap, a simple now will do nicely, stupid idiot. I walk through the doorway in the thin wall that separates Roberts’, oh sorry head inspector Roberts’ office from the rest of us. I still can’t believe he got the raise over me, just because he kissed the commissioner’s ass, I bet he enjoyed it too, fag. “I have a case I need you to work on” he says in his whiny little voice, every time I hear him speak it’s like two cats clawing each other to death, I wish I could just fucking shut him up for good put him out of my misery. “What case would that be?” “It’s an old case, it has been left on the shelf, so to speak, for about a year and a half, the bosses are pressuring me to reopen the case because of recent events” so to speak? Who the fuck does he think he is with this bullshit? “Okay, let’s see the file” he pushes a large case file on his desk towards me; I’m surprised his bony little arms could actually do it; it’s a big file too. “Will that be all, sir?” I cringe when I say sir, I’m so fucking tempted to quit, and then where would they be without me? I’m the top detective at this precinct but I got passed over for the promotion because of this little ass kisser. “Not quite yet, I’m going to give you a few people to help you with this, I want to have this wrapped up a sap.” Oh good more of this shit. “Alright, who do I get?” “I’ll give you detective Benjamin and, um, May isn’t doing anything important right now so take her as well. Great I get the bloody prick and the retard. I’m surrounded by fucking imbeciles; I’m fucking taking the rest of the day off. I step out onto the floor where all the other desks are, all the idiots seem to be busy but then again it doesn’t take much to occupy their simple little idiot brains. “Detective Benjamin, detective Hayes” I shout out, both look up at me, “Roberts gave me a case, said we’ll be working on this one together” Both make their way towards me, neither even thinks to question what I just told them, stupid fools just going along with whatever anyone says, I think I’ll have to teach them a lesson about that. “I’m going home now and I’m going to look through this case file, that’ll give you two a chance to wrap up whatever you’re working on. Tomorrow I will have an idea of where to start.” Both nod and then return to their desks, idiots. As soon as I open my apartment door, the stench hits me; it’s fucking hot to add to it. I open all my windows to clear out the stink; I pour four beers into my large German beer mug. I push aside some dirty clothes and a pizza box and sit down on the couch, I open the case file. It takes three hours to read through the whole thing when I finish reading it I’ve already had six beers. It would seem a stupid preppy boy thought he could tough it in the wilderness, I guess he was wrong, idiot. My head starts hurting, I think a little about what I need to do. I need some weed and a good fuck. I check my small safe but I don’t even have enough to make a decent joint, and I need a fucking blunt tonight. I grab my wallet and head out into the hallway, locking the door behind me. I go down the street to where I know that black kid will be selling, I can’t remember his name, and I couldn’t care less. He’s insignificant street filth knowing his name would only take up space that could be better used for something else. “You, I need a lot of weed, now” “How much you want?” “Do you have anything pre rolled?” “Shit, yeah” “Give me your biggest blunt” he hands me a nice big one, “That’ll be fifty dollars, man” I’m not in the mood for this shit, I know how much this blunt is worth and it’s not worth fifty, not for the shit he sells. “Tell you what, I’m feeling nice today, I’ll give you twenty-fine and I won’t haul you in for trafficking” I show him my badge making sure the ID card is covered. “Fine” he says, obviously angered, fucking straight, you better know your place in society, street filth, and you’re no match for me. I put the blunt in my pocket and start towards the prostitute area. I find a relatively cheap one and I bring her to a motel, my apartment stinks enough, I don’t need the stink of whore to add to it. I fuck her and pay her then I go straight back to my apartment to smoke my blunt. I come in late, as usual, the two idiots are sitting doing nothing, waiting for me, it’s not like they could find anything better to do with their time anyways, stupid idiots. “I read over the case file and I have some ideas as to were I want to start with this, first of all Benjamin, I need you to find John Robertson, he is the man that found the body, go do that now.” “What do you want me to do Bruce?” May asks, she’s stupid but she’s hot, I’d like to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget. “For you, May, I need you to come with me to evidence to get his luggage and the other effects found with him, I need your help to search through it.” We get down to evidence, I sign out the things we need and we take them to a room with a large table and a lockable door to search through it. We search through the luggage and other shit that they found on him, most of the things we handle are just preppy shit, as I suspected. May notes a few tears on the Calvin Klein belt, she writes it down on a note pad, using her hello kitty pen, that’s fucking grade four shit, idiot. I get bored quickly so I tell her we have what we need from this and we should wrap up. We return the preppy shit and I go home. I come in late again, Benjamin rushes up to me with a paper in his hand, “I found him, Bruce here’s his information” he hands me the paper. Thanks boy here’s a little treat, fuck off! I’m bored of this case, I want to end it now. I call up John Robertson and tell him he needs to come to the precinct immediately. He shows up an hour after I call him, I lead him to the interrogation room. “Obviously you know you’re here because we have reopened the Donaldson case, did you know the deceased before you allegedly found him?” “No I did not” “I know for a fact that you struggled with Donaldson the night of his death” “That’s a lie!” he shouts, standing up “Sit down Mr. Robertson” “I did not know that man before I found him dead and I did not fight him” “Tell your lies to the judge Mr. Robertson, because you’re under arrest for the murder of Mr. Donaldson.” That went easier than I suspected, I exit the room and nod to the uniformed idiot guarding the door, he goes in and handcuffs Robertson. Nice, I’m Going to go home and smoke another fat blunt, maybe fuck that prostitute again. I stop by the street filth again for another blunt. “You know the deal” I say holding out a twenty and a five “Fuck man, you’re going to put me out of business” “Not my problem” I say, taking the blunt and giving him the money, stupid little shit who he thinks he is talking to me like that. I go home and smoke my blunt; I pass out soon after on the couch. I wake up around noon I take my time getting to work when I get there one of the idiots tells me Roberts is waiting to talk to me. “Mr. Donaldson’s lawyer claims that Mr. Donaldson is innocent and that you tampered with the evidence to frame Mr. Donaldson.” “I don’t know what he’s talking about” I say, more angry than worried “I don’t have time for excuses Bruce, until this is figured out, I’m putting you on suspension, go home.” What the fuck? I’m surrounded by idiots, fuck this shit. I walk out of Roberts’ office and out of the precinct. I'm on my way home, I really need a blunt right about now but the street filth isn’t there, stupid shit. A car squeals around the corner and speeds towards me on the wrong side of the road, I turn to see who the idiot is and the street filth leans out the back window with a gun, it fires a steady stream of bullets three hit me, I feel them burn through my internal organs, I can’t feel my legs and I fall over, I can feel the blood leaking out of me, killed by street trash, fucking great!
The car speeds away from my dying body and I hear the street trash scream out to me as the cars turns the corner, “Fucking idiot.” TO THE TOP, BATMAN!!