Pitiful-Decree
Pitiful-Decree t1_je922ub wrote
Reply to [WP] To finally solve all problems caused by humans, God made six new earths, to separate everyone depending on their sins, Earth 1 being for the best people and Earth 7 for the worst sinners. Every 50 years, angels arrive and re-judge people to decide if they should stay, go up or down. by QuantisOne
“You’ve got to be joking!” the citizen looked stressed.
“Rules are rules”
The angel looked unbothered.
“You can’t just change the rules and not give us time”
The angel takes the citizen’s palm.
“We had to make minor adjustments to the judging system, it made no sense to only consider acts of goodness and not intentions as well. What benefit is it to act kind because you have to BE kind. That just sends the wrong message”
the angel puts on a cocky smile -at least it looked that way to the citizen- and continued.
“For example, you’re not a good person, you just do the bare minimum to appear good. You didn’t volunteer your time to the elderly because you were good. You did it because you didn’t want to stay at home with your family. You hated every moment in your home and that just won’t do.”
The citizen sighs.
“But, I was still volunteering, I made a difference to those I helped”
“Perhaps! but now your family resents you. 40 years of absence does that to a person.”
The citizen panics.
“I can make it right with them. Just give me more time”
The angel ponders for a while.
The citizen looks hopeful.
“You will all have more time, resentment gets you a downgrade as well. You and your family will be moving to Earth 5!”
The angels voice booms through the Earth, the citizen bleeps out of sight.
The angel looks straight ahead at the anxious crowd “Who’s next?”
It’s about to be a stressful day for citizens of Earth 1.
Pitiful-Decree t1_jebcj6k wrote
Reply to [WP] For some reason, you are kidnapped and put into an isolated chamber. The kidnappers expect you to go insane and fess up, but little do they know you are so happy to finally be able to daydream 24/7. by SuckerFor_Sweets
Finally, I can hear the voices clearly. You never realize how noisy the world is until you’re comforted with beautiful silence.
Who shall speak to me today?
Tiffany? A voice so faint that it could be a whisper. The last time I heard her she was singing me to sleep the day of my mother’s funeral. I remember desperately trying to find her for comfort. I tried everything but noise cancelling headphones only go so far. It’ll be nice to hear from Tiffany again.
Maybe if I close my eyes…
A faint scream fills the room.
“hi Marcus, still falling?”
Marcus’s voice is an echo, he’s been falling for years. I respond to the echos of his screams from the abyss. The last time I got angry I could hear his echo “you should slap the shit outta him.”
I have no clue who they are or why they chose me, but I can provide them with a home in me and in return, I feel less alone.
There’s an excitement in the air, I think a new voice is coming in. The other voices are screaming in unison. I have to bang my head to shut them up.
I can hear the desperation in the new voice as it’s reaching out. I have to press my head against the walls to hear it clearly.
It’s suddenly quiet.
All I can hear is a hum. It’ll probably take a while for this new voice -Beth- to get comfortable with me.
Luckily, I have the time.