My name is Niel and I have a staring problem

[EnnJaySee84]

I just tend to stare at women all the time and I can't help but masturbate to them. And you have no idea how amazing it is when they actually talk to me, let alone say words that almost sound like my name. "Meal". "Feel." "Peel." "Squeal." I like when they squeal.

Oops I made a mess here on my couch down here in the basement. Let me go clean up.

[Admin]

There's a lot of stains on your couch. And it's very DANK.

[EnnJaySee84]

AND STANK.

[EnnJaySee84]

Once upon a time there was a young bull. Every night as he suckled on his mother's teet, he would imagine a world where he can escape reality. A world of solace and ecstasy. A place of joy and adventure around every corner. But blasphemy, such a world cannot exist. It defies the laws of reality. Newton's laws had to apply in every dimension. For every moment of joy, there was a moment of heartbreak. For every moment of confidence, there was a moment of despair. For every moment of victory, there was a moment of defeat. Who could argue with that? But he wondered if such a place existed. Was it possible? It sounded ridiculous.

But all that changed with the click of a button and the arrival of a private message. A message from the divine one known as "soco". Who was this mysterious yet delicious man? What were his intentions in luring young Niel? A radiant aura shimmered at the computer screen. What was to be expected? Could there truly be an escape? Only time would tell, and best believe that the clock began ticking...

[EnnJaySee84]

And the world began to flicker as though it were engulfed into the depths of a cavern. Light began to dissipate into oblivion and all that was left was the temptation to do something. A temptation like no other. What was to be done? It was calling. For what? Help? A cause? What was this? Nothing familiar, all foreign. Why?

Before he could process another thought, his mind arrived. Where to? He wasn't quite sure, but everything became corporeal. He began to feel. He began to smell. He began to taste. He began to hear.

But something was not right. He began to hallucinate. He saw himself. Except it wasn't him. Not a reflection. Not a dream. It was real. He saw himself, except it wasn't him. Who was this imposter?

He heard voices whisper around him. People were trying to talk to him. They were approaching, but their faces were a blur. Were these voices to be trusted? He didn't have much time to find out. He better react fast before the opportunity went away.

His body began to tremble. There was a presence that he didn't feel safe around. It went by the alias "Tom". What ulterior motives did he have? Then he heard a Jurassic roar. "Braccosaurus". This new species was quite enthralling. He could not turn away. He began to trust this sight.

And then he smelt "Oxy". Such an addictive presence. Always a gem to be around. And then he heard the air around him "shred". Except this wasn't horrifying. It was a pleasant shred. Then of course there was the sound of a "Iraheto". Such a wonderful tune to the ears. Then there was the mysterious "Cooltu" breeze. He couldn't determine whether it was good or bad, just omnipresent. Of course there was also the "Deadite" in the air. Objective, no attachment yet. There was definitely some potential there.

What was up with all of this? So much sensation, so little time. And the adventure was just beginning...

[Admin]

The voices continued to clamor, but nothing was making any sense. Then he felt the taste of "DDTea", a taste of familiarity. And then there was "Harley" and "Arik" scents. A utopia right under his nose. And of course the sight of "CindyLennox". Everything was right in this world.

But something didn't quite add up. There was no scent coming from "Jaclyn". The mysterious outlier. What was to be expected?

But before he could dig deeper into this mystery, he felt the force of a hand on the back of his head.

"GET UP" a voice exclaimed. Everything quickly disappeared and he snapped back to reality.

He was back in his basement. Alone. There were no friends in sight.

Whatever it was, it hit him like a train and disappeared as quickly as it came. What had happened? Where did he go? Would he return? There was no answer. Just questions. And forever they will always be. Forever and ever.

FIN

*****

Beautiful story, John <3

[switza]

Can't wait for the movie version.

[Admin]

It's very Lynchian. I'm impressed

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