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'Whatever I hold in my mind tends to manifest itself in my life. What we believe and assume creates most of our reality and our experience.' -David Emerald A picture of a beach was sprawled on every wall, each depicting beautiful scenery: rolling waves on idyllic sand. That, however, was soon replaced, as across from me stood a tedious black wooden coffee table holding health magazines. Underneath it was a dull grey carpet that covered the whole room. A television hung in one corner displaying boring commercials. I was too anxious to read any of the magazines or watch TV, so I just tapped my foot impatiently. My vision would just drift back

New arrivals in eternal Hell may choose either of the following: a small wooden spoon, or a 100-trillion year vacation in Heaven. You know, Eternity is a long time. The human mind was never intended to comprehend eternity. Medium-sized numbers of medium-sized objects moving at medium speed, that's what we understand. An apple in your hand. A flock of birds crossing the sky. The length of a day. A year. Those are things I understand. But at some point numbers just fade.   They're just numbers. My first thousand years in heaven I spent with my loved ones. It felt like an eternity already and I still had ninety-nine trillion, nine hundred ninet

Jack catastrophized everything. A headache was a tumor, when Mary was late it was because she must have crashed her car, when he didn’t get an invitation it was because they hated him for some minor incident that had swollen to gargantuan proportions in his mind.  Fortunately he didn’t often verbalize these minor symptoms of insanity and most people thought he was a fairly level headed, if somewhat careful type of man. He was fairly efficient at his job, Ordering and purchasing for a big manufacturer. He had being doing it a long time. It had taken him a long time to reach his current proficiency with much criticism along the way

Have you ever wondered what movie genres would be like if they were people? „What if we make it a theme party? It's not a normal Halloween party then, right?“, whispered Ghost Flick while scratching her pale head. „Yea maybe... I dunno.“ The Slasher Film leaned back and grabbed another beer. With a hefty swing of his machete he flicked off the crown cap. It sailed through the air of his kitchen and hit the wall, barely missing his holiday picture of the sawed-up Spanish girl. “It doesn't get rid of the main problem, does it? They're still gonna come in skimpy costumes and only want to get drunk.” The Monst

... After Icy confessed the real reason behind their new enemy's motivations, everyone still alive in Alfea was shocked. No one could believe that was the reason for all the things his armies had done, or that he had managed to do what no one else did - Reform the Trix. It took them some time to snap out of it before anyone could say a word. - Does Valtor know about all this? - Master Saladin asked. Barely a second after he said that, the tent that belonged to the Master was blown away , and an angry voice replied. - Now I know! - Everyone looked toward the direction the voice came from. They saw that all too familiar figure, even though th