Narrative: Maturity's Relevance

Certain Experiences mark the beginning of maturity. Now, Jack is just an ordinary guy, with ordinary friends and family. He is an Aryan of about 5'10", with average intelligence, and IQ. Jack has an ordinary daily schedule, with nothing special involved. He simply repeats the same repetitive, and mundane tasks, day after day, until his eventual and obvious end, in days to come. Jack is not exactly what you would call an "exciting" person when you see him and what he does, but he's OK with that, he's just an everyday normal guy. Jake wakes up to a new day; December 21st, 2012 to be exact. Today is an exciting day for Jake; he has a job interview, and his driving test. Today, Jake becomes a man... So long as he doesn't screw up in some profound way.

Jake wakes up early in the morning from his alarm playing a radio friendly song from his local radio station; he knew not which song it was; they all sound the same. Jake lay in his bed for a few minutes after waking, having an internal debate on whether or not to get out of bed yet and venture into the cold, harsh world once again. As he is getting up and going about his daily morning schedule, he notices that his parents appear to have been stricken with some sort of ailment. He heard them groaning in pain and hysteria in their room. Not wanting to catch such a sickness, Jake decides to avoid this room and continue about his day. He looked at the clock and realized that it was 10:25. His job interview was at 10:30, and MacDonalds was at least 15 minutes away by foot. He burst out of the door, and barely managed to keep his footing as he rushed down his front steps and out the gate into the street.

He moved as fast as his legs would take him, down the street towards MacDonalds, but he somehow forced himself to stop, because there was a strange sight indeed in the horizon. Hundreds, possibly thousands of people were seemingly hobbling towards him. They were groaning similarly to how his parents were before he left the house. "It must have sprung up over night!" he thought to himself. He decided to take a detour through an alleyway, not wanting to catch this sickness for himself. As he neared his destination, Jake hear a piercing female scream behind him. Turning, he saw a most peculiar sight. A women was being literally eaten alive by three other humanoids who's gender were unknown at the distance. It's not every day you see cannibals operating in broad daylight, but Jake didn't want to sit around and observe this spectacle of nature; he'd seen enough of it from his uncle Jeremy, who was a closet cannibal (not that you heard it from me). As he arrived at his interview, Jake looked at his pocket-watch and saw that he was nearly 7 minutes late! He looked up at the building to see that it was in ruins and crowded with sick people; the ceiling had caved in, the glass had shattered, and the entire building was engulfed in flames. Just shows how much love a big corporation shows to its venues.

Seeing the utter pointlessness of pursuing the job interview any further, Jake decided to attempt to salvage what was left of his day and attempt his driver's test. He walked across town, noticing many more sick people as the day went on, and they all seemed to be after him for some reason untold to him. He approached the driving test facility, and found a car parked directly outside with someone holding a clipboard inside. He approached it and got into the drivers seat. He looked at his tester, who appeared to be sleeping. His face seemed to have a pale-green tinge to it, and he was breathing heavily. Jake turned on the car, and the tester appeared to awaken. He immediately started groaning. Jake realized that this person was sick, but figured that it may increase his chances of passing, as he may not be able to notice all of his mistake. As the tester realized that there was someone else in the car other than himself, he started heavily caressing Jake's head and chanting "brains."

Jake attempted push the other's head back, but his hand was literally bitten off by the instructor. He screamed in pain, as many other sick people started to mob outside of the vehicle. He opened the door, and was grabbed by everybody outside. He thought he was safe, but then he felt a shard pain in his stomach area, then on his calf. And then he realized that he was being eaten alive. "I am finally a man now," he thought to himself as he was torn, limb from limb. But maturity could not help him now, as it was short-lived, although his ignorance did outlive his lungs.

Pointless Profanity

Some people believe that an increase in profanity is indicative of a decline in society's morals. Profanity is often associated with violence, and many a time the use of foul language and profanity has started fights, or even more serious incidents, sometimes ending in injury, maiming, or even death. Such incidents are entirely avoidable, and do nothing positive for society. Profanity is also very degrading to people, and can rob citizens of their dignity. In most societies in the world, profanity is also considered rude, and pointless. As profanity increases in a society, it is quite evident that people who do such a thing have lost the ability to express themselves clearly with words that have actual meaning and are not nearly harmful to the feelings of others. These people instead choose to use foul language and profanity for the effect the cause in showing emotions of anger, when instead they could be expressing their thoughts and emotions logically and clearly using words other than profanities. Also, if an adult swears constantly in front of their children, the child can easily pick up the habit, and that can stick with them for the rest of their lives, and have detrimental effects on their learning and overall attitude towards others.

It is quite evident in society, especially in such an age as this with a recession, that people can get angry. Sometimes this anger is meaningless and unjustified, and when this is such, it is hard to calm down, but some people find that swearing can help them calm down their anger. It's better than initiating physical violence onto other people, whether involved or not, and potentially causing injury or worse to themselves or someone else. Secondly, profanities are only words, and it's how you take them that matters; if you simply accept that it is a natural part of the human complex, and is impossible to shut out. If someone is deeply offended by a single profane word, than that person that is offended needs to take a look around them, because they probably use profane words themselves daily, although possibly words that are not perceived as being as bad as some, but are still officially considered profane. Lastly, it is almost impossible to go through a day without using at least one profane word, but only a select few are tabooed in society, even though many of the other words that are accepted in many places have the same meanings as those which some people believe are unpleasant to be heard.

Application for Awsome

I am the most interesting person in the world. People follow my every will. I have beaten Mr Van Camp in a punctuation contest. Chuck Norris checks his closet for me every night. God prays to me every night. I was at the last supper. I command armies of rodents with my mind. I can turn lead into gold. I have sailed to the ends of the earth. My breed of biologically engineered bears have been successfully trained to use guns.....and nunchaku. I see dead people. When i walk into a bar.... people continue on with their business as usually. I can disappear from human eyes when i see fit to do so.

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the big, fat, pissed-off Italian guy. The hat he wore was a veil; engulfing its wearers' face in shadow. Through the darkness that shrouded upon him, one could faintly make out the glaring eyes of a content murderer. A faint glow from the burning end of his cigar lit up his mouth, which scowled as if it were that of a bear woken from hibernation prematurely.

The Good Olde Days

Back in the good old days, in a town who's name is irrelevant, in the wild west, two rowdy gunslingers bent on proving themselves, walk outside the saloon and prepare to test their mettle. The spurs on their boots rattle as they walk to the middle of the dirt road and stare each other down. As the inhabitants of the small town sense an oncoming battle, they hurriedly run inside and close the shutters. The nearby horses One of the gunslinger's holds his hand just out of reach of his revolver, and, monkey see, monkey do, so does the other. For one of these men, there will be no tomorrow. A tumbleweed blows across the road in the wind Then, all of a sudden, both men seemed to grab for their revolver's at the same time, and in a miraculous quick draw, one of the men dropped dead. With his opponent laying stone cold on the ground, the victor spins the gun around his index finger and smoothly pockets it into his holster.

Altering Perception

Every human, whether they realize it or not, is bound by the will to power, that is, the ambition to reach the highest possible position in life and have control over all other inhabitants of the human race. Man has tried to achieve control people for ages, but the only certain way to gain this advantage is to be able to control their minds. Any other superpower is helpless to defend itself as i could simply control their minds, and therefore their body and their superpower, whatever it may be. I could read the minds of anyone, and alter their perception at my will. Even Superman, seen as possibly the greatest superhero ever, is powerless to stop me once i control his mind. Once all of humanity is controlled and/or their thoughts and perception are changed to my liking, I will essentially rule the world. Even faced against the incredibly agile and teleporting nightcrawler, i must simply control him or alter his mind so he fights and aids me, and i then essentially have the power to teleport where i please, when i please. I could alter the memories of others and place false memories into others to better my cause.