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DESPAIR

This world shall know pain: Almighty Push.. Well I’m not a Rinnegan user having control of one of the six paths of pain.. I’m a Sharingan user preferring my Personal Infinite Tsukuyomi.. But I know despair..
What is despair?. According to a certain dictionary it is: 1. The feeling that everything is wrong and nothing will turn out well; to me the above definition is somewhat related to pessimism. 2. A state in which all hope is lost or absent;(v.) abandon hope; give up hope; lose heart. Now this hits the head on the nail or vice versa..
What is hope?. The general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled; optimism.. I am a realist and fairly practical.. Its all good to be hopeful that you will be saved by the coastguard during a shipwreck; but please board the life raft and stay away from the circling sharks..
Where am I headed with this?. Truthfully, this is just another rant and rave of a disconcerted Deity of the Universe of Infinite stuck in this world. I am but an empty hollow shell in fact should the Gotei Juu san squads find out I’ll be treated as a hollow and most likely slayed by a zanpaktou; not that I’ll stick around for me to be found. Though I really do want to have a duel with Kuchiki Byakuya and Yamamoto Genryusai. Which will win, my Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan Jutsu or their pathetic zanpaktou, kidou and hadou?
I think it is pretty clear. Anyway I have strayed too far. Where was I?. Souka, life has become totally meaningless for this Deity. Not only is it dull but just the thought of living is strong enough to turn me into a frog stone statue; reminiscent of taking in too much sage jutsu.. My pastimes have past their time.. They no longer challenge nor stimulate my mind. Art gives me a heart attack; writing has become a task; dancing, I need a partner; chess well I’m too smart for the AI but I always lose to it; manga and anime are the only oasis left but just like a water hole, they too are drying up. The remaining of my hobbies require too much preparation and resources.. I think I have become laid back like Coyote Starrk and Kyouraku Taicho combined, no in fact I have a defeatist, altruistic attitude. If I was a Pokémon monster, I’d be Snorlax.
So what’s my Marshall Plan?. None at all.. Like a flame left on it own, I will flicker, putter and die out slowly.. Maybe then I can join my fellow Deities in our super hyped Elysium Fields, where I can frolic in the sun with Odysseus son of Laertes, Agamemnon and Menelaus Aitrides, weave a web with Penelope cousin of Helen of Troy, Ask Achilles son of the sea nymph to show me his heel; before I take my rightful place in Olympia seated next to my mentor and all time favourite Greek goddess Pallas Athena daughter of Titan Métis and Zeus son of Cronos and Rhea. With her we will plot how to overthrow Aegis bearing Zeus and rule over Olympia..

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A Story of a Story; Me and Her

This is what Romance told about me..
[Aeons back, when I was but a young youth, I fell in love with a damsel. We met on a social network  during the autumn season. Aphrodite sent me her gifts and made me like HER. HER was a fine young lassie straight from high school- but we liked each other from the very start. She was my type, short, funny, spex-wearing, and the only lady that understood me well apart from those whom I monikered the BIG 4. We hit it on very well until all my friends knew I was love drunk. The great infallible love-hating Tungsten Chloride (WC) was in love. We met in October then and I truly fell in love. Finally November came along and I spent time with her before  she had to travel. That Sunday was the best of my life. I remember my friends telling me never to attach myself to her. Oh! How I wish I had listened. The next day we never talked but at night on the social network we did. Apparently she had a prob with me- a very minor issue. I tried and cried to let her give me a chance- finally she did. But my patroness Pallas Athene Of The Flashing Eyes and Mighty Olympian Zeus played a dirty trick and made her to send me a ‘gift’. After that I said never again will I fall in love. I went through a lot of pain that month. Aegis-wearing Athene felt pity on me and send my BFF the lovely blonde Tracy to comfort me. Tracy helped me board the Singles’ Xpress and there I will remain. The only thing that bothered me was I never found out the real reason for our break up- as the reason she gave me, only a donkey will buy. If you want to torture a journalist/ author hide the truth from him- I still have not found the reason. Tracy, Athene, Fantasy and Magic, they know why but they refuse to tell me. Up till now I’ll never trust womenfolk unless they are my creations. All because of one girl.]
Well Nursery Rhyme and Poetry had tears in there eyes. Mystery looked at me: ‘The mystery of the love affair.’
Drama shook his head sympathetically as Horror patted my back. Magic sneered at me while Romance knew that she and I would never recline on the same table. You wonder about my two favourites- Thriller and Suspense? They knew the story from before. Sci-Fi looked at me bored then took out an I-wrist -a device that was a comp, phone, music-player, video-player all in a silver-platinum bracelet. I-wrist will be available in the near future when I-pads will be phased out. Ne way he pressed play and took out mini-earphones.
I wiped a tear and Floetry saw me. She got up and said: ‘I had accused Novellah Synthesis of being heartless person. I mean he created Horror Fiction. But from his experience with HA he shed a tear that had so much emotion. I take back my words after all you are the father of Romance.’
She raised her golden buttercup and toasted whence we all drank to our future. The bluebells rang as everyone left. Thriller and Suspense winked at me before vanishing- they knew my secret.
It will only be fair for me to tell you- the I-Wrist has a holograph player. I never shed a tear. Suspense came back and kissed my forehead: ‘Good night Daddy, and Fantasy told me to tel u she knows your future wife..

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With that she vanished. Pshaw ati Tracy.. Fantasy no wonder the name suits you..
Anyway the lesson learnt is/ moral of the story is:

EVERYTHING
STARTS
WITH
A

DOT
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The
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