I wrote this a little bit ago. I'm not going to start with that character bio thing- because I don't want to, and because it wouldn't apply. I have other stories- some better, but most aren't appropriate for this particular forum.
SO ENJOY!!!
It was horrible. In the beginning in this, just one of many struggles, I was caught completely off guard. Like the cheetah that stalks a gazelle, so the struggle most likely planned its attack. Then when the moment was right, its immense force bore down upon me, similar to how the cheetah sprints after its prey at the right time. I ceased my current actions (getting an urgent spy report for NIMBY on Squidnicks latest dastardly project) and rushed to meet my foe.
At first, it seemed as though the intensity of the struggle would overwhelm me, but I stayed resolute and unrelenting. I needed to get to the safety of my house before it defeated me, only then could I have any hope of prevailing. The pain was excruciating and a part of me wanted to surrender right there, but I once again managed to temporarily fight it off. I would not permit such a grievous act to happen before I even made it to my own territory.
When I finally got home, I could barely stand and walk. The struggle was taking its toll on my frail body. But there was still a chance to be victorious. I crawled up the stairs and into an almost sacred room. Once I was there, I released my own might against that of my enemys. The counterattacks effect was brief, because as soon as the remaining of my energy was spent, the adversary began a counter-counterattack. Repeated barrages gradually tired me further into a semi-conscious state. For a while, I had little idea of what was going on. A haze clouded my vision, my ears were plugged, my nose was stuffy, and my brain was pounding. I then realized that it was imperative that I continue my attack. Again, I pushed and pushed. This time the enemy appeared weakened. The foes grip slackened. There was then a crackle of thunder and the onslaught even stronger than previously started.
The nemesis let loose all its might and my struggle lost all hope. I was doomed now. Nothing could save me from the horrible creature that would consume me and then tear my insides apart organ by organ until there was nothing left but a hollow shell. I now felt how that guy with gangrene in the rectum felt. He at first lived with it, but whenever he had a bowel movement, his body would contort and he would scream in pain. Finally, he died of the accursed affliction.
Next, I suddenly realized that I did not wish to perish because of a mere enemy such as this one, I had faced much worse. With boundless, newfound strength and courage, I obtained a special item that would destroy my antagonist. I hesitated then I remembered Joseph Stalins words: Not one step backwards! (I was never sure why). I used it, and it immediately went into effect. Soon the enemy had been expelled, and the struggle had given up. I stood up, flushed the toilet and was relieved that my constipation had ended (even if it meant that I had to use laxatives to end it).
Again, I have other stories- some better, but most aren't appropriate for this particular forum.
SO ENJOY!!!
The Enduring Struggle
The enduring struggle
It is the scourge of life, but also the motivation for the continuous enhancement of living beings. Now matter how hard you try, the struggle will always continue, although there are times of triumph against it. But, since it is enduring, it will never stop. Some people try to plow through it in a vain attempt to get it over with quickly, others realize that it is futile to think that they can overcome the enduring struggle as long as they live, so they just do their best against it (or do something really crazy to stop it). The enduring struggle is presented to us every day, and on one such day, I was struggling with all my will.
It was horrible. In the beginning in this, just one of many struggles, I was caught completely off guard. Like the cheetah that stalks a gazelle, so the struggle most likely planned its attack. Then when the moment was right, its immense force bore down upon me, similar to how the cheetah sprints after its prey at the right time. I ceased my current actions (getting an urgent spy report for NIMBY on Squidnicks latest dastardly project) and rushed to meet my foe.
At first, it seemed as though the intensity of the struggle would overwhelm me, but I stayed resolute and unrelenting. I needed to get to the safety of my house before it defeated me, only then could I have any hope of prevailing. The pain was excruciating and a part of me wanted to surrender right there, but I once again managed to temporarily fight it off. I would not permit such a grievous act to happen before I even made it to my own territory.
When I finally got home, I could barely stand and walk. The struggle was taking its toll on my frail body. But there was still a chance to be victorious. I crawled up the stairs and into an almost sacred room. Once I was there, I released my own might against that of my enemys. The counterattacks effect was brief, because as soon as the remaining of my energy was spent, the adversary began a counter-counterattack. Repeated barrages gradually tired me further into a semi-conscious state. For a while, I had little idea of what was going on. A haze clouded my vision, my ears were plugged, my nose was stuffy, and my brain was pounding. I then realized that it was imperative that I continue my attack. Again, I pushed and pushed. This time the enemy appeared weakened. The foes grip slackened. There was then a crackle of thunder and the onslaught even stronger than previously started.
The nemesis let loose all its might and my struggle lost all hope. I was doomed now. Nothing could save me from the horrible creature that would consume me and then tear my insides apart organ by organ until there was nothing left but a hollow shell. I now felt how that guy with gangrene in the rectum felt. He at first lived with it, but whenever he had a bowel movement, his body would contort and he would scream in pain. Finally, he died of the accursed affliction.
Next, I suddenly realized that I did not wish to perish because of a mere enemy such as this one, I had faced much worse. With boundless, newfound strength and courage, I obtained a special item that would destroy my antagonist. I hesitated then I remembered Joseph Stalins words: Not one step backwards! (I was never sure why). I used it, and it immediately went into effect. Soon the enemy had been expelled, and the struggle had given up. I stood up, flushed the toilet and was relieved that my constipation had ended (even if it meant that I had to use laxatives to end it).
End
Again, I have other stories- some better, but most aren't appropriate for this particular forum.
