Just doing a supernatural horror/sci-fi with autobiographical elements. Yeah, I've experienced the paranormal. And I know what Saturn is.It started with light. Not Genesis; my ordeal. But light was its genesis. Nonrational light. Illogical light. Counterintuitive light. I don't know how many more ways I can say it. Picture this: you're at a urinal. And you're obviously urinating. The bathroom door is open. There is no light source besides the yellow light above you. This is an old bathroom. There's not a single source of light beyond the overhead yellow light, as I said, and you're at the urinal urinating. Then, a flash of light behind you. Strong, white light. It even casts a shadow of you urinating. Thing is, once you zip your member back up, you look in the direction where the white light came from, and you find blackness. There are no lights on. No smoke detectors flashing. You assume no one took a creepshot of you pissing. And even if they had, this light was too intense. Well, this hypothetical I am proposing is more or less a candid confession. Not to be confused with the saucy kind of letter a fantasist might send a porno magazine. The preceding scenario I have articulated is a one hundred percent genuine experience had by yours truly, the author of this insanity. And as I said, this was only the beginning.
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>>25249663Can’t you write sentences that are more than four words long? This prose doesn’t fit the setting.
>>25249663>>25251126Fuck off schizo >>>/x/
