Another story, another template... 14 July, 2002 7:13 PM

Okie, that was my I love my new diary entry, so this is an actual entry.

It's so bloody hot today, I can't stand it! I know, we have a POOL, but... Yeesh, it's Evil! I would go swimming, well, maybe later, if it wasn't chlorinated right now. We bought bromine (however you spell it) today, so that should work. I think I'm allergic to mass amounts of chlorine... Have I ever said that before? Right... Whatever. I also started working on the story I transferred from my dad's palm pilot to here. Here it is:

Anti

It was truly unbelievable, whatever it was. A long stretch, maybe best described (in physical terms), a staff made completely of anti. Anti-time, anti-space, anti-matter, anti-light, anti-weight and anti-belief. everything that made up the realm of Anti was concentrated into this... Thing. But it was purely unphysical... And if seen would only be a completely normal staff which glowed pure white... Not exactly white, in reality, but anti-colour. No one could see it, of course, because it existed (anti-existed, in truth) in anti-reality. And all anti-beings, who anti-lived in this unreality had no physical qualities, for that would be the anti of their anti-selves, which we all know is quite impossible. Anyways, an anti-staff that, as you can see, would unleash, at best, complete, unbridled confusion on our poor, physical selves. The staff chuckled a bit, it's whole anti-self reveling in it's realized ability to bring SOME sense of chaos to this already-on-the-verge-of-collapse world that we, the anti-anti humans, live in.

"Heh, heh, heh..." The staff chuckled in a low, gratey tone of some form of anti-voice, anti-sound in a physical space which oddly sounded somewhat... Normal.

Pulling itself up to it's full height, it chanted a small, demonic anti-tune to itself.

Oh, by the way, this staff's name is Itna.

Finishing the silent chant, Itna turned without moving to it's partner, one exactly identical to itself, and said, "Even if all the flames from the Core were to show themselves, even if all the angelic denizens of the Surface were to share their secrets of eternal nothingness, you know it could not be possible."

Itna's partner, evidently some kind of female (the anti of of Itna, who could be called a male), and was named Etisoppo. She laughed at what was an incredibly stupid remark on Itna's part. Then, her voice a whisper of clouds over cat's wings, she replied, "Anything, even attaining the holy status which you deem so impossible, can be."

The staffs were no longer there, but had taken a form more apt to communication; humans. Itna had taken an unobstrusive, completely average form of a male, clad in purest white, while Etisoppo was a stunning version of her sex, clothed in lustreless black.

Itna turned his face to Etisoppo, his voids of eyes blindingly white, to meet her time-worn gaze, penetrating from her eyes, equally voids and equally blinding in darkness. An instant challenge was issued, to keep their eyes, which had seen eternity, locked.

Fire seemed to dance, fire and ice and the end of the world seemed to dance in what each of the anti-beings saw in the other's eyes. All, everything, everyone, eternity, everlasting... There was nothing either one missed. Both had seen countless worlds start, live and end, both had seen enough lives to fill forever. The end of whatever kinds of existences they lead had happened, or was supposed to have happened, five times over already.

And here they were, anti-beings, each staring through the depths and space and time each seperate universe held. Whatever they saw, whatever they remembered, was shown in the voids, the infinite spaces trapped in the confining space of a human, yet still as vast as time itself. No end, no beginning, no middle, Itna and Etisoppo were above everthing any normal person would believe, and still considered below-average for their race.

"Do you... You really believe so?" asked Itna, in a shakey, unsure voice. Etisoppo didn't break the gaze, but merely shifted her position slightly so she stood with her arms crossed, a cocky smirk on her face. Her mouth hardly moved, it seemed a brief shadow had passed over her face, yet her voice filled the hollow, dank air around them, "If God can command the humans with a careless flick of his hand, if the Devil can install fear into their finite hearts with a simple malicious grin, then surely I, above any god, above any devil, could destroy a small, unimportant eternity."

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That's all I got so far. A bit complicated, don't you say? There's gonna be two kids, an eight year old girl named Yammie and her 16 year old brother Jagg. Well, that's all for now.

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