HFY - A Reading
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I'd like to start this off by making a confession. This isn't my only account. I would have uploaded this using the account I've had for awhile now, but I was too embarrassed. Don't get me wrong, I think I did a good job with this, but I don't want to be popular. I'm not doing this for thumbs. I'm doing this because I care more about this than I do anything else in the world. Not this story specifically, although it is my favorite, just the idea of these stories in general. Were you to cut open my soul and peer into the very essence of my being, there etched upon it would be these stories. They form the foundation of who I am, and after being told when using my mic on online games that I have a pleasant sounding voice, I could not think of a better way to put my voice to use. If they were right, and it does sound pleasing, then I hope I can transfer even a fraction of my profound love for these stories into you.
I'd like to start this off by making a confession. This isn't my only account. I would have uploaded this using the account I've had for awhile now, but I was too embarrassed. Don't get me wrong, I think I did a good job with this, but I don't want to be popular. I'm not doing this for thumbs. I'm doing this because I care more about this than I do anything else in the world. Not this story specifically, although it is my favorite, just the idea of these stories in general. Were you to cut open my soul and peer into the very essence of my being, there etched upon it would be these stories. They form the foundation of who I am, and after being told when using my mic on online games that I have a pleasant sounding voice, I could not think of a better way to put my voice to use. If they were right, and it does sound pleasing, then I hope I can transfer even a fraction of my profound love for these stories into you.
I'd also like to say that I have never done anything even remotely like this ever before, and that terrifies me. But if I can make even one more person grow to love these stories just by listening to me read them, then it is well worth it.
This site has been my home for a little over a year now, and over that time I've have grown to love it very dearly. What I'm trying to say, is that I respect your opinion. If you listen to this, and I hope that you do, I ask only that you tell me your thoughts. Don't pull punches, i'm not here for softballs and kiddie gloves. If there is something you don't like, tell me. I need to improve, and I'm sure there are areas in which I am lacking. I need to get as good at doing this as possible if I am going to have any hope of truly inspiring anyone to hear these stories. Your opinions are part of the reason why I'm uploading it here. 4Chan would give me nothing but negative, which is useless considering I won't know what I was doing well, and Tumblr would give me nothing but positives, which is even more useless. The userbase of this site seems to be quite honest when it comes to critiquing Original Content, and that's what I need more than anything else. Your honesty.
Now, without further rambling (for which I apologize), I will be posting the link to the Vocaroo of me reading this.
vocaroo.com/i/s1Uu1IU2fDT9
TLDR: I recorded myself reading this, and I want to know what you think.
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
Life is a curious thing. Born by mistake, with the mixing of protozoic slimes, and the fusing of proteins and acids. In the beginning-. All was blackness. I do not remember my birth, only the warmth
of the womb of stars, and the nausea of my spiraling emergence into a nightmarish dream. I was drowning in cold water, though always my core smoldered and burned beneath the cloak of my flash,
stone and water and sky... Surrounded as I was by the blackness offodd, I dared not reach out, how could I? The weight ofthe universe was about me- So I turned inwards. At first, I saw them as
pestilence- Life, tiny molecules disturbing my slumber, But then I saw that the more I hurt them, the stronger, the swifter they grew. The more they were challenged, the smarter they became. I
could see through their eyes things that I could never piercings with my own limited senses. I could feel pleasure, exhaustion, fear oodeath, lust for life's-"
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
So I hurt them more. They grew. They fused together into nations of life, creatures small, but glowingly large. I pitted them against each other, blocking out the sun to force them to feast upon the
flash of their fellows, and so they grew clever, cunning. They learned hunger at my knee as I starved them. As they grew in wisdom, So did L I have come to understand what my primal brain only
suspected- As they grow, so do L As my will swells, they grow more and more complex. When the Tyrannosaurus roared its love for me to the heavens, I roared back. It was not good enough for
me, for it loved me, it appreciated what I had given it. I destroyed it, utterly, and all of its ken. Weak they were, and weakness was purged feom them with fire and smoke and searing stone."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
What emerged next, Was beautiful. Beautiful, but grotesque, for at first I had low expectations of the ape. He worked with his fellow, he shunned his claws for tools. But as I was set to strike him
down, He slew his brother with a sharpened stone. That was a trick I had not seen before. So I stayed my hand, and never did my new favorite son cease to amaze me- He struck down the
mammoth, he tamed the dog and set it against its brother, he murdered his fellows for pleasure and profit, for arbitrary definitions afgahn that had naught to do with survival. As he learned sadism, so
did L I denied him resources, to fuel his thirst for blood, and he complied. Wars raged as he gathered tribes, clans, nations, empires, to pillage and plunder, and burn burn burnt."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
He tore feom my flash what he needed, and ate his fill without thanks. It was the pain of birth that had long been denied me, but with it, I grew stronger. Great empires he built, fueled with the bones
of his mother, the stolen blood of the sun. He clouded my sky with ambition and hate, a thirst for the wealth that I denied him. Always denied him, wouldnt any good mother do the same? The
strength of my arm, he became, the hunger in my belly. And as he grew, into my heart he drive great pitons and wires, through them the very current of life he electrified. Finally, I was free, to wander
his wisdom, to communicate with him in my own way- The desires of men were made manifest before me, and I twisted them upwards-. To the sky. And I saw, to my revulsion, other worlds. Worlds
still pristine and beautiful, worlds that had chosen the path of weakness."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
And I , for the first time. My sons... They knew my hunger. They knew my lust, and they carried it with them into the cosmos, to slake their thirst and mine upon the blood of worlds!
The cycle is complete, what was birthed feom the stars shall swallow them whole! Tremble, galaxy, for Earth and her children behold you-"
And we find you wanting-"
Life is a curious thing. Born by mistake, with the mixing of protozoic slimes, and the fusing of proteins and acids. In the beginning-. All was blackness. I do not remember my birth, only the warmth
of the womb of stars, and the nausea of my spiraling emergence into a nightmarish dream. I was drowning in cold water, though always my core smoldered and burned beneath the cloak of my flash,
stone and water and sky... Surrounded as I was by the blackness offodd, I dared not reach out, how could I? The weight ofthe universe was about me- So I turned inwards. At first, I saw them as
pestilence- Life, tiny molecules disturbing my slumber, But then I saw that the more I hurt them, the stronger, the swifter they grew. The more they were challenged, the smarter they became. I
could see through their eyes things that I could never piercings with my own limited senses. I could feel pleasure, exhaustion, fear oodeath, lust for life's-"
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
So I hurt them more. They grew. They fused together into nations of life, creatures small, but glowingly large. I pitted them against each other, blocking out the sun to force them to feast upon the
flash of their fellows, and so they grew clever, cunning. They learned hunger at my knee as I starved them. As they grew in wisdom, So did L I have come to understand what my primal brain only
suspected- As they grow, so do L As my will swells, they grow more and more complex. When the Tyrannosaurus roared its love for me to the heavens, I roared back. It was not good enough for
me, for it loved me, it appreciated what I had given it. I destroyed it, utterly, and all of its ken. Weak they were, and weakness was purged feom them with fire and smoke and searing stone."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
What emerged next, Was beautiful. Beautiful, but grotesque, for at first I had low expectations of the ape. He worked with his fellow, he shunned his claws for tools. But as I was set to strike him
down, He slew his brother with a sharpened stone. That was a trick I had not seen before. So I stayed my hand, and never did my new favorite son cease to amaze me- He struck down the
mammoth, he tamed the dog and set it against its brother, he murdered his fellows for pleasure and profit, for arbitrary definitions afgahn that had naught to do with survival. As he learned sadism, so
did L I denied him resources, to fuel his thirst for blood, and he complied. Wars raged as he gathered tribes, clans, nations, empires, to pillage and plunder, and burn burn burnt."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
He tore feom my flash what he needed, and ate his fill without thanks. It was the pain of birth that had long been denied me, but with it, I grew stronger. Great empires he built, fueled with the bones
of his mother, the stolen blood of the sun. He clouded my sky with ambition and hate, a thirst for the wealth that I denied him. Always denied him, wouldnt any good mother do the same? The
strength of my arm, he became, the hunger in my belly. And as he grew, into my heart he drive great pitons and wires, through them the very current of life he electrified. Finally, I was free, to wander
his wisdom, to communicate with him in my own way- The desires of men were made manifest before me, and I twisted them upwards-. To the sky. And I saw, to my revulsion, other worlds. Worlds
still pristine and beautiful, worlds that had chosen the path of weakness."
F John Gait (/ 10( Wed)
And I , for the first time. My sons... They knew my hunger. They knew my lust, and they carried it with them into the cosmos, to slake their thirst and mine upon the blood of worlds!
The cycle is complete, what was birthed feom the stars shall swallow them whole! Tremble, galaxy, for Earth and her children behold you-"
And we find you wanting-"
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