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Post your own creative things.

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMT's tried their best to save you, but no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that's when you met me.

"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"

"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."

"Yup," I said.

"I... U died?"

"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this afterlife?"

"More or less," I said.

"Are you god?" You asked.

"Yup" I replied. "I'm God."

"My kids... my wife," you said.

"What about them?"

"Will they be all right?"

"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is your family. That's good stuff right there."


You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow your contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."

"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do i go to heaven or hell or something?"

"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."

"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."

"All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."

You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."

"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When i get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."

"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stoppped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put i tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experience it had."


"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't streched out yet and felt the resist of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."

"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"

"Oh lots. Lots and lots. And in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD."

"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"

"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exist in your universe. Things are different were I come from."

"Where you come from?" You said.

"Oh sure," I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."

"Oh," you said, a lttle letdown. "But wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."

"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."

"So what's the point of it all?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're aking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"

"Well, it's a reasonable question," you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."


"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"

"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intllect."

"Just me? What about everyone else?"

"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me."

You stared blankly at me. "But all the people in earth..."

"All you. Different incarnations of you."

"Wait. I'm everyone!?"

"Now you're getting it," I said with congratulatory slap on the back.

" I'm every human being who ever lived?"

"Or who will ever live, yes."

"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"

"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too." I added.

"I'm Hitler?" You said appaled.

"And you're the millions he killed."

"I'm Jesus?"

"And you're everyone who followed him."

You fell silent.


"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experience by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."

You thought for a long time.

"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"

"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."

"Whoa," you said incredulous. "You mean I'm a God?"

"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."

"So, the whole universe," you said, "it's just..."

"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."

And i sent you on your way.

-The End


I remember seeing all of this on a video before.


I remember reading this somewhere, too. It's pretty neat.


In case nobody knows, this is an old copypasta/creepypasta.
Mrcreepypasta read this on his channel years ago


Are you andy weir? Because andy weir made the story newfag.


>your own creative things


Retarded OP here...
I want to apologize for being yesterday dumbfuck to all anons. I was drunken dragon at that time and my comments was childish. I'm sorry for that.


I dont give a fuck, shut up


>I have read the rules and also agree to everything written in our Legal Section.
Fuck you twoot the twat




Some Anon was searching for fucked up porn sites on /b/. He got an usual response from other /b/tards on different pedo chans. Than I'm in that discussion with my very low quality bait for normies...

And taen out of fucking nowhere comes one anon who is some sort of normalfag, despite everything other degenerate shit (trans, lesbo, fags, etc) he is somehow stumbled upon a pedo shit, which will be legal one day (5-10 years), and imagine this anons and femanons... than he'll not be so grossed out on that shit because his politicians said so. fucking retarded brainwashed summerfag who can't think for himself at all.

Nope, I'm Andrew, but that's not my last name. Only newfags are calling newfags newfags newfag.


Goddamn, i hate my grammar spelling errors.


What are you even talking about? Where is conversation coming from?


Do you have proof that you are the original creator?
If you are, why repost here?
Why not use your talent to make a new story?


Oh... that thread was from 4chon, here is the link.


Love ya all, I'm very nice with muh skills for the real... and noone needs to believe me.... idgaf...


>he's drunk again
For pete's sake, stop forcing us to put up with this shit. Get some help or something.


Shhhhh, i'm sorry, but how did you recognize that? Peee,pee ??


I've finally seen all of this and previous world... It's not good, it is brilliant without a doubt.


Don't start this shit again


No way anon, 'm good ..... and i'll just observe if you don't mind, but if you dou.... fffffffuuuuuuu. Nah, I'm good and I'm not in that levewl of ffffffuuuuuu-


HaHa hahaha, does anyone want to read something interesting??? LOLOL...


Alright, i'm not gonna post anything beacause I'm on nthe drubken level again, that's fair enough from me... Don't go to4 /diy/, cause i'll troll the shit right out of every anons... BORED!!!


>how did you recognize that
come back when you're sober, and you'll see.


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I don't have nothing, and i don't have a anything, but i have only one thing...


I was sitting alone at the time where you can't find living soul.One old man approached to my loneliness when I was in the middle of my empty city, and he told to me; "I have son of your age, he has finished in the front page of black transparent and everyone was so discuses by his acts that he done."
"What has he done?"
"Nothing in particular, but he was only in the wrong time and place".
"Come on ol man sit by my side, take this drink, let's cheers for all of those who can't be with us and tel me your story, if you don't mind."
"Alright, my son was very young and dare I say very wild for his age(22). He has some wrong crew when he was riding with them...

Fuck... I will write again, sorry to other anons, but I have lost my inspiration, expect PART II. Also someone of you could contribute something ITT.

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