Stop Kicking Balls!


Silently sitting on the grass field, I listened to the loud screaming noises, drilling at my eardrums. Exactly 22 giant figures both in each of their own uniforms darkened my view of the clear blue sky. They were surrounding me. Not again.

The giant figures were abusive. They kicked me hard all around the grass field which was a complete annoyance. I couldn’t do anything of course. Their ears are deaf to my requests.

Somehow, the sound of a whistle managed to reach my ears despite the large group of cheering crowds. A giant figure in white uniform passed me to his teammate. As I rolled, nausea began building inside me.

His teammate lobbed me high in the air, feeling the press of the wind against my plastic coating. For a brief moment, I stopped mid-air, looking down at the crowds and the abusive giants. The next thing I knew I was gaining speed, headed for the grass-covered ground. Ouch now that hurts!

Unfortunately for the white uniformed giant his opponent caught me in between his shoe and the ground. This giant possessing me wore a red uniform. He sprinted across the field, past the white line where they first surrounded me and the next white line.

A white uniformed giant successfully attempted a tackle, making the red uniformed giant fall. He sprinted opposite where the previous giant kicked me. He stopped for a second. Then, he kicked hard, resulting me to spin and lifting me a few feet from the ground. It fuelled my nausea.

My heart sank when I saw I was heading for a dreadful pole. I would have closed my eyes If I had one. The next thing I knew, the large crowd of giants screamed louder. The white uniformed giants cheered while repeatedly yelling, ” We won the championship.”


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Guest Post: Welcome To The Afterlife!


This is a guest post by celestranburk, a 17 year old female aspiring to be an author. She loves tragedies and horror. Here is a short vignette she wrote in about an hour.

If you want to guest post, head to Promote Yourself, Be My Guest.

A white utopia swallowed me whole, leaving me suspended in colorless equilibrium.

My ears buzzed from the utter lack of sound that assaulted them. I could not tell if my eyes were opened or closed for the empty whiteness remained regardless of the position of my eyelids. In truth, I was likely not seeing at all, but perhaps merely believing that I could.

A voice broke the silence. It was low, monotone, and oddly familiar. I felt the vibrations resounding in my chest as it spoke, its words rattling around in my rib cage.

It was then that I became acutely aware that I had no heartbeat to match its frequency.

“Welcome to the Afterlife.” The voice said.

“In 24 hours, your physical body will have finished deconstructing. Your memories will then be inserted into your Artificial Soul.”

A loud beep echoed through the space and the voice dissipated into it. Afterlife? Am I dead? I have no recollection of dying. I have no recollection of any part of my life.

My mind is as blank as the world around me. Seconds tick by. A single image materializes in my mind’s eye, blurred at first but slowly becoming clearer.

I see a blue surface, dotted with inconsistent white shapes. A bright orb sits on the left of it, blinding me.

Something rushes past me, but I don’t see it. A pair of legs, presumably my own, appear before my eyes, reaching up towards the blue surface. Something dark shoots across my vision, then consumes it. Everything disappears in that instant, sending me back to this endless white abyss.

My thoughts clear. I fell; no, I was pushed. Off a cliff, I think. Landed head first, probably.

I guess I must have died after all. I guess those were my last moments. And now here I am.

This is where my existence has been transferred to. This is all that is left of me as my body deconstructs; just a disembodied mind floating in white equilibrium.

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