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My writings, or whatever it may be called, will end up here. I tend to write long, short, medium legth stories sometimes, when I have time. Enjoy.

Short story – Evolution

All stories have beginnings. So does this one. So let’s start at the beginning. How was the universe born? Wait. Maybe that’s a little bit out of your league (no offence). How did our planet come to be? Some believe an almighty being created it with a flip of its, his or her hand. Other are more realistic and tend toward the ‘oversized explosion’-theory, this being the popular believe that everything ‘evolved’ (is that even a real word) from a miniscule insect no bigger than the stuff you and I are made of. But, since I am the author, I get to decide how the planet came to be. It’s rather complicated, but think of it as the following: We are figments of imagination. Now, before you go tearing your hair out, because the answer to ‘the meaning of life’ thing isn’t what you expected, give it a moment to sink in. Is it that unimaginable that we are but mere thoughts, being tossed and turned around in some creature’s mind?

Well, to continue, our exact location would be the left hemisphere, just below the mucus under the skull’s inner wand. Luckily for us, this creature has a vivid imagination, very vivid. Let’s call this creature Mogogel, although it would take several minutes to pronounce the name in Mogogel’s native tongue. But we’re drifting here. We are merely discarded brain waste, but don’t let that put you down, we could just as easily have never existed. Yet we weren’t made the way we are now. Thanks to Mogogel’s – very – vivid imagination, we were able to change – let those loons call it ‘evolve’. Initially there was just this one race. A typical individual could be described as furry, extremely non-intelligent, with rather long front legs, yet short hind legs. If seen from the side, one could put forward the notion that the individual’s nose – or rather snout – protruted from its face. This was our ancestral race (no kidding). But several thousand years past, the entire race thought it necessary to gather at one particular place. Whether it was some feast, a war, an orgie, we will probably never know. Once they all arrived they thought it funny to collectively start thumping the earth with clubs. I know, it sound incredulous, but do keep in mind, some tribes do have rather unusual rituals. Needless to say, they gave Mogogel a rather nasty headache. Unfortunately for them, they chose a spot near an active volcano. To retaliate – not with conscious thought – Mogogel imagined blasting the headache apart. Due to his infamous imagination, the volcano erupted. So it came to pass that the Pramites – our ancestral race – all got their fur singed rather badly. To escape the burning sensation of their skin beginning to crisp from the heat, they started running toward water. Alas, the headache was very persistant; therefore Mogogel kept trying to dispel it. As time passed the Pramites ceased running on all fours, and lumbered forth on just two legs. Of course they had already perceived that water did no good. Yet after some time the burning lessened, but the aftermath was dreadful (to them at least). Fur and whiskers scorched, walking on two legs instead of four and due to the constant stink of fur burning, their snouts had begun to retract into their faces. Thus did we begin to take form, now the superior race on this lovely rock of ours. By the way, our planet – or better our piece of skull – is named Schedel, but you already knew that.

Now, some scholars – they like to call themselves sigh-n-tists – believe this to be a religious brainwashing, meant to keep us in the dark. They put forward that we ‘evolved’ (I still think that’s a made-up word). According to them, millennia ago, we were but mere cells. Cells, imagine that. I find it hard to believe that my greatgreatgreatgreat …… great grandfather was a four by four room with bars for a face and walls for a backside, having to house criminals as a living. But I digress. So, we are just cells. Generation after generation, we managed to become multicellular (what, so we became a prisoncomplex?). As the millennia passed, we ‘evolved’ into little animals, then bigger ones, then more complex ones, and so on. Eventually, we got to where we are now, smaller than most, smarter than most, killing each other off more than most. Sigh-n-tists, what do they know? Mogogel would cleanse them for the scourge they are, if only he could be arsed to give a horse’s backside about us. Suffice it to say, I believe Mogogel exists, only because nature’s law – as the sigh-n-tists proclaim their fibs – cannot possibly as sadistic and just plain mean, not if they want to cling to their ideas that it isn’t a man. Only a fellow human being or creature can imagine all the bizarre and sadistic happenings occuring all over the known civilised world.