The Worlds Newest Action Hero

Some text I made in Photoshop then rendered in 3d in cinema4d

     This is the beginning to a story I have come up with. It may turn into a full length book one day. Why not? :)

      One by one, the army of the lost marches across the ashes of the innocent. Slowly but with great force, they can’t be stopped. Tragedy sweeps across the earth. From the Atlantic to pacific, no one is safe. This is the end. Hoards of undead break all hope of science.

     Survivors are forced under ground if they have any hope of living. Generations of children are born under the cold lifeless planet. This generation has no knowledge of what is above ground. They have only heard myths about a giant erupting ball of fire that brings constant heat to the earth. Some say it was once known as the “sun.” This new breed is taught how to survive underground. Moral code has a strong presence in Underearth.

     200 years have gone by since the sealing of the only hatch that leads to the outside world. With the last moments of the hatch sealing, the President of the united states launches all of the countries nuclear warheads in the hope to rid the world of the undead. He vows that the hatch will remain closed for no less than 200 years. A child by the name john is especially curious of the myths of upper earth. He soaks up every story he hears like a sponge. He is an adventurer with no where to go. He trains every single day with his fellow students.

     They practice martial arts and mathematics. Philosophy and Sociology. They learn of what the earth might have looked like outside. But even in school they don’t learn about the sun. They only hear stories about it. They know nothing of space and the stars.

I’m not blinded by the light. I use it to see. With every breath I take, it reminds me of me. Who i am and who i can be.

The only thing keeping you from seeing is the darkness. When you give into the light, it allows you to see what you never knew was there.

As you deny his existence, he can deny yours, but he chooses not to, because he is the light. That same light you use to see him.

See it’s very simple, it is just like a light. You flip the switch on and it shines, you flip the switch off and it shades. But there is one difference. This light never runs out of power.

The darkness knows this, that is why it is afraid. That is why light is for the fearless and the strong. While the darkness preys on the weak and the wrong.

We are being raised to hate, but why? Some people say listen to your elders. I say gather the good and block the bad. Don’t ever be corrupted by hate. Hate is here now but it can vanish if we wanted it to.

People aren’t born racist, they are taught racist. People aren’t born with ignorance, they are taught ignorance.

We are a new generation so why not make this THE new generation?You are a believer. And as believers we can believe that we can change the way we see. The way we learn and the way we breathe.

Don’t let others corrupt your mind. Figure it out for yourself, don’t accept someone’s answer as truth. Find your own answer. Find your own truth.

I’m not blinded by the light, I use it to see.

It starts off with me in a school that I am very familiar with. I have no logical explanation of how I got there, I’m just…there. The school is the Crossland ninth grade center but something has changed. All of my high school teachers are here. The most notable is (Let’s call her) Mrs. Awesome (My graphics teacher) and a P.E. Teacher that I can’t remember the face of. I am in summer school apparently. All of us that failed are in the gym hanging around or either playing. There is a huge row of tables with beverages laid out across it. There are tables and chairs for the half of the gym that wants to hang around and not really do anything, while the other kids playing have tennis balls and basketballs on the other side.

Somehow we end up playing baseball outside. Outside, the baseball field looks like one at the Granbury park, but it replaces the playground at Crossland. Before we play some baseball, the coach (P.E. Teacher) Says “We are short a few players so we will just have to manage without a full team.” When he says this, I look out into the field and there standing is one. single. person. Coach how are we going to play? This isn’t fair at all. Our side has 5 players and he is by himself.” Life isn’t fair! Says the coach. Alright coach, sorry. I’m first up to bat, and I hit it way out in the outfield where he is standing. He just stands there the entire time not even running or leaning towards where the ball is falling. Right before the ball hits the ground, the boys arm stretches out to the ball and he catches it. “you’re out!” Says the coach. What? You can’t be serious. There is no possible way he could have caught that. “Did you see his arm?” says the coach. Of course I did, but this is a dream. “Well you obviously made yourself loose on purpose. After all, you just told me it wasn’t fair for him to be playing by himself. Anything is possible in the dream world.” the coach says with a grumbling voice. “This isn’t happening. I am being told about my dreams by something I dreamed up?” I thought to myself. ” Well of course you are.” Says the coach. I have the same level of intelligence as you, after all, I AM you in a sense. “Okay so there is no thinking to myself in my dreams I guess.” “There certainly is, you are just a little new to this is all.” says coach. Are you kidding me? I have been dreaming my whole life. I’m pretty sure I almost failed high school because of it. “Well yes you have been dreaming, but you haven’t been living the dream.” grumbled the coach. What do you mean by “Living” the dream? “You will learn more later, but as of right now you are dreaming up something else.” Says the coach while fading away.

For no apparent reason, I find myself in the school. The school is much bigger than I remembered. The only part of the school I have seen so far was the gym. I am in the cafeteria and no one is there. If I dreamed this, then why didn’t I just dream myself back into the gym? I thought to myself. Well thought, not actually to myself if everyone in my dreams can read my thoughts.

I stay still while the room changes around me, turning itself into the gym full of kids. In seconds the room comes together. It’s weird because I’m not telling myself to do this, it just happens. Though I know I am the one doing it. The coach is not in the gym, he is still missing for some reason and I have yet to find out why. This tall blonde lady spots me. I can’t see her face for some reason, it is blurred out. I can see all of her except for her face. While she is staring me down, she approaches me. She is wearing a black skirt passing her knees and a suit jacket. Either she is a teacher, or she is a lonely cat lady, possibly both. I don’t know why, but I want to stay away from her. Probably because people without faces scare me. I go into the side of the gym with tables and chairs. The majority of kids are there and they make good cover. I weave in and out through them trying to shake this smokey off my tail. She is drawn to me like a magnet to metal. Everything I do she still finds me. I stop. What is your problem lady? (I still don’t know if she can even talk) “I need to talk to you about something.” I’m not interested in what you have to say. Please leave me alone. “No, it is important that I talk to you.” Go away creeper, you are freaking me out. “Alright I will just fallow you until you talk to me.” The pursuit continues. I am weaving and bobbing throughout the entire gym trying to get this crazy lady away from me and nothing is working. I finally bust out of the doors into the cafeteria. I see hundreds of people in the cafeteria now and they are chatting up a storm. It is so loud in there I have to cover my ears while I run. I run into a big glass tank and trip over it, shattering the tank in the process. The blonde lady is right behind me. I get up and continue running, not knowing what I had let loose.

I find myself running through the halls reaching the front doors, only this looks nothing like the Crossland school. There is a huge staircase, and beyond that, freedom. While I am running, I look back to see if she is still fallowing me. She isn’t there. All I see is Poseidon’s unleashed rage. All this water has filled up the halls and is looking for the same exit I am looking for; the front door. On my way down the stairs I see a familiar face. My graphics teacher Mrs. Awesome. “You can’t leave the school or you will fail!” she screams. I have only been here a day and yet it feels like I have been here the entire summer. “Today is the last day and you will be free, you only have to stay here a few more hours.” she tells me. (I am being chased by a 10 foot wave and she has the nerve to say this?) I bust out of the doors and turn around. The water is gone and it looks as if nothing happened. An elderly man is locking the doors saying, “You failed, you are never allowed back here.” Mrs. Awesome is trying to stop him but he still manages to lock the door. (By the way Mrs. Awesome if you read this, I have no idea why you are doing all of this..lol)

I walk away sad for some reason. Looking back at the school, I feel as if I actually did fail even though it is all a dream. I end up in the park walking towards my house. I see people running and screaming, and I see a little old lady sitting on a bench. Miss are you alright? Why aren’t you running and screaming like everyone else? “Well it is my pet.” she mumbles. Pet you say? What is it? “My pet snake of course. I had it in a glass tank at the old Crossland school and some fool broke it. He tripped over it I heard. Must have been a huge idiot if they couldn’t see a glass tank that big.” she laughs. Well I’m sure there was a reason why he didn’t see it. So everyone is running and screaming over a little ol’ snake? “If you think 40 feet long and 4 rows of teeth is a little ol’ snake, yes.” Wait that isn’t possible, that tank was no where near big enough to house a snake that huge. “This snake is a special kind of snake. You should know, you did dream of him.” (By the way I did, and that is a story for another day.) I don’t see him anywhere. do you know where he is by any chance? “He is on opposite end of the park. Snakes need their exercise to you know.” Sure, but a public park? Really? I don’t think this is a safe place to bring a gigantic serpent to exercise. “Well point me in the direction of the nearest giant snake park and I will gladly go there.” The old lady smirks.

• Question: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS? - tumblrbot
• Answer:

  ROBOSAURS.