Showing posts with label Srethneth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Srethneth. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Perfection

Today I was thinking about something.
Perfection

In most religions, including mine, the final goal is perfection.  Because if you are perfect then you can always be at your happiest and so will everyone else because THEY are all perfect and so on.
Anyways, what I was thinking, everyone always says, "Don't worry about it, no one is perfect!" And that's what we think about our entire life, but you know what? Why on earth do we say that?!?!  Why should we try, if we have already decided that we can't be perfect? Well, that why I'd like to say: Be perfect!! Don't strive for near perfection, strive for perfection, be perfect! And if you have a day when you aren't perfect, the that's sad, you failed.  But that doesn't mean you can't get up and try again.If you EXPECT failure it will happen no matter what.  but if you expect perfection then IT will happen no matter what. So go, try!
 We can not expect to become perfect, if that is not our goal.


"Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection."
~Khalil Gibran 


"Aim at perfection in everything, though in most things it is unattainable. However, they who aim at it, and persevere, will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable. "
Lord Chesterfield
BE PERFECT

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Story.

Alright, so today I'm going to post a short short story I wrote in about an hour last night.

1:59 AM

(About two hours till the firing of the Uzbekistan death ray)

Srethneth Ran down the hall. He couldn’t be caught. The fate of the United States depended on him being able to find the Sophiastone. The Sophiastone or sometimes called the wisdom giver held the collective knowledge of 88 years of human civilization stored within it. Now the Neo-Romans had control of it. They had used the information within to create a giant gun that fired a projectile that could wipe the entire USA off the face of the earth. It wasn’t nuclear, that haven’t been used for YEARS. It was a Nano-biological weapon that killed only human life, if the shockwave of Nano’s hit you they immediately traveled to your brain and sliced the part that kept you alive, the part that told your heart to keep beating. The worst thing was that these Neo-Romans had some way of controlling the Nano-bots; they could make them stay in America, or just drop dead when they were done…

He had short blond hair. He was tall and skinny, but he wasn’t scrawny. He was wearing a white shirt and a black jacket over it. He had been in here for hours, walking through hallway after metal hallway. Finally, he turned a corner and there it was, the door he had been looking for. He typed the code that he had been given and it smoothly slid into the wall. It opened into a stairwell traveling upwards. He took the steps two at a time and then stopped before the door at the top. Oddly, the door was made of wood, not metal. Taking out a long thin piece of metal he inserted it into the crack between the door and the doorframe. Looking like it melted into the crack the metal instrument molded itself into a shape that would fit and the end of it barely peaked out the other end. Srethneth tapped into the little camera with his glasses and saw what was in the room. Seven guards surrounded a man at a computer; he was typing commands into a control tab. He glanced at his watch, 2:34, it said. Only an hour and a half left. He pulled a gun out of its holster. It was a semi-automatic pistol, holding 13 bullets one more than the standard version. Some Men preferred the newer Lasers and, while they were okay for cutting through armor, a shielded mirror could stop them. He pulled the metal rod out of the door and inserted the other end into the lock.

Click.

He spun to the side of the door as seven gunshots rang out and punctured the wooden door. As chance would have it, one had smashed through the doorknob and blown the door open. Srethneth dived into the room and fired seven shots in quick succession. After the seventh guard fell to the earth with a bullet hold in his chest Srethneth turned his attention to the man in the chair by the computer, and immediately dived out of the way. The sound of a gun firing echoed off the walls and there was a sharp pain in Srethneth’s right hand. His gun having flown out of his hand when it was shot the invader dived towards the new opponent. Before the small gun could be reloaded for another shot The computer man was face down on the ground, hands pined behind his back. “Hello TeZensor” Srethneth said. “Hello good sir. And how do you do this fine, fine morning?” TeZensor looked old, perhaps in his sixties. He had snow white hair and a small beard, and he was wearing a purple suit coat. “Good.” Replied Srethneth, “But I’d be better if my hand didn’t have a hole in it!” taking out a pair of grav-cuffs he secured TeZensor’s hands and then looked at his own. The bullet hole was right in-between two bones. Yet, miraculously, the bullet had not touched either one. He attached a Nano-Band-Aid to it and hoped that it would heal fast enough for him to use sometime soon….


and thats all I have for now