Your personal hell; A new world

[Deleted member 84247]

Okay, I will read them.

Alright.

 

[MintiLime]

A world with only Jeep trucks

Shattering glass strikes your face, lacerating your skin, already bruised from yesterday’s accidents.

The metal poles are inches away from your face.

You thought you left enough space between you and the Jeep in front of you.

Well.

What looked like a Jeep anyway.

It was never a Jeep. You know that now.
More likely some sort of pickup truck maybe, with metal poles loaded into the bed.

The psychiatrist said something something about your obsessions growing worse, your psyche rebelling against you.

But the pills never help.

When you try to get into the Jeep and lo and behold it wasn’t a Jeep. That’s what the bruises on your forehead are from.

When you bang your elbow on a wing that wasn’t there on a low lying sports car you didn’t see.

When you get tickets and court cases for avoiding the police, but you couldn’t see them pulling you over, because everyone knows that cop cars aren’t black Jeeps with garish red flames!

But lo and behold it wasn’t a Jeep.

This is your hell.

You asked for a joke.

And Satan played you as the butt of it.

 

[Rhaps]

A person's heaven is another's hell.
I go where the wind takes me, my hell would be a place without wind, without direction, freedom without shackles.

 

[LuoirM]

A person's heaven is another's hell.
I go where the wind takes me, my hell would be a place without wind, without direction, freedom without shackles.

the wind takin' you to me babe

 

[MintiLime]

Someone didn't read the full post. I think there's a strict line between understanding the stochastic nature of the universe and defeatism, though. In the latter case, you would be more inclined to give up whereas in the former, you would still do your best in the face of the adversity.

"Most gamblers quit right before they win" is funny to say, but I don't think it's something you should put into practice. Sure, I might have big dreams of being a god-tier trader, but I have to look at it realistically. The chances of me becoming a billionaire through the stock market is statistically lower than the chances of me becoming the US President, and neither of those probabilities are very high.

That's pretty fuckin' bad, I will admit, but when I think of "hell" I think of the maximum amount of torture. That's a terrifying world you've crafted, but it lacks one crucial component: hope. The hope that somehow, someday, you'll be able to escape that torment. That's what makes this world so horrifying already. There's always the chance you can escape. There's always the opportunity.

But it never comes. It's Zeno's Paradox. You move toward an unreachable goal forever, destined to wander the path of mediocrity until you return to whence you came. What's pain without pleasure? What's despair without hope? What's rage without calm?

That's why I don't think it's possible for any hell, fictional or not, to trump this one. Endless pain sounds bad, yeah, but you already know what you're getting into. You already know that's all that's going to happen. Is it going to suck? Yes. It's going to be horrible for an eternity, but in my opinion no amount of physical pain can compare to the absolute emotional devastation that sucks your soul out when you see all your dreams shattered.

Hope is the thing with feathers-

You had believed so much in yourself. You believed that in a world so clearly against you, in this casino with a clear All-Powerful Bad Guy (well, Lady Luck in this case) that you would give up.

That perches in the soul-

Well, certainly one can adapt. When you wear clothes on your body, eventually you stop realizing you can feel them. Why would this pain be any different? Like a kid that has watched too many horror movies. After a while, you just watch the ghost with a droll sense of mocking amusement.

And sings the tune without the words-

And you did get used to it. The neon light bulbs of shrunken human heads, the poker tables of pain where each card inflicts slicing wounds to the hands of players (and the eyes of cheaters), all of it grew dull to you.

And never stops - at all -

But how naive you were. When this all grew mundane, you began to believe. Believe this wasn’t much worse than the world you came from. Believe that just like in that world, there would be some sort of enjoyment. You no longer longed for escape, yes, but you once again heard the cry from your heart.

Yes, there it was- hope.

That hideous thing had never left you, and you suffered for it. You hoped in the same way you had hoped before. You tried to strangle that part of yourself- it won’t get better, it won’t. But it did. Newcomers in tears suffered for the first time. You felt superior. You felt better than them. You felt a twisted joy within you that perhaps you could gain the envy of these weak newcomers. Your emotions were not dead, indeed.

And in the same way as the real world, you suffered.

Now, you simply suffer from the pain of body and soul? In the same manner? That can’t be worse.

No.

You suffer from your own self.

Hope

That was worse than anything found in this world or the last.

For it would not leave you as long as you exist.

You live in a nightmare of your own creation, knowing you would not suffer if you could just rid yourself of yourself. So, each day you invent new tortures to try to destroy it.

And Luck laughs.
Chance? What chance can there be when human nature determines all?

Why is it so hard to make a new world? That's all I am asking. Why resort to mundanity when that is explicitly what I don't want?
I want everything to be personal.
I want everything to originate from the metaphysical, from the leaves to the sun to the sky.
I want a NEW world. Something that would genuinely make my heart ache to know it is out there, causing pain. I want a new WORLD. Not an idea. Not our world with an infinitesimal new spin.
This...
Is not that.

If you don't want to put the effort into it, then don't.

Theory: Humans create false fears in order to protect themselves from their real ones.
[return to creative writing tasks]

“I’m scared of the mundane”

You suffer from the mundane, but the true suffering lies so much deeper. Why does the mundane bother you? The days blending together?

or do you fear that nothing will ever get better because this, this cage you created, this is the best of you? Do you fear knowing the world and others deeper because you worry that it you do, you will find that this mundane existence was a choice? Do you fear the wasted past ad squandered future?

Perhaps a greater hell would be watching all the other “you”s. The one that made everyone proud. The one that was the perfect child. The one that didn’t say that one thing during that argument.

If you think your current life is your hell, perhaps your punishment ought to be the sensation of seeing just how right you are.

My worst hell?




































I rather not think about it. Or else, god will fulfill the hell I was thinking without my consent.

I do not want that. I do not want god to hate me.

nothingness

In your hubris you thought you could avoid it.

but now you are here, and it worse than you ever imagined.

The Christians spoke of it.

nothingness.

a lonely existence, forgotten by God.

would fire and brimstone been better?

perhaps ice might have been nice.

but now you are alone.

Forever.

so insignificant that you do not even receive

a Special punishment

*Do good, be good. Heaven awaits. Do not let fear of punishment prevent you from claiming your rightful award

A person's heaven is another's hell.
I go where the wind takes me, my hell would be a place without wind, without direction, freedom without shackles.

Oh King of Nothing, do you suffer worse than Slave to All?

 

[HelloHound]

A world of parasites; from the second you take your first breath you're infected and under your skin constantly writhes with horrible life. Your eyes ache, your blood is a feast and any food you eat- any food you can eat- is robbed of its nutrients and you're left constantly starving, leaking bile and pus. As a host you're not allowed to just die, instead you're adhered to life by the creatures inside you, for their convenience.
Eventually your worm ridden carcass is finally allowed to properly rot away and the pests inside escape, deflating the body in one last writhing thrash leaving you finally empty and wondering just how much of yourself wasn't something else.

 

[HungrySheep]

A world ruled by Influencers and bureaucrats where your worth is measured by how many likes or followers you have on social media or by how many scandals you can cause in a certain amount of time, a world where idiots get into power just because they're louder or have more money. A world where entertainment is forced to reflect reality instead of offering an escape from it, and they're forced to conform to the standards of those who don't consume them.

Wait, the wrong description, that's reality. My personal hell would have harem protagonists in it. Plus the above.

I think you just described our world.

 

[J_Chemist]

To be honest, the current world is a hellscape for me. I missed my opportunity to live the life I wished for simply because I went to college and listened to other people. I didn't put in the effort required to meet the goals I've truly wished for and I've continued to fail at attaining them, simply because of stupid mistakes on my part or a lack of proper preparation even when presented with the opportunities. And now, I'm getting old. Every day that ticks by is a day I lose. It's depressing and I feel myself going further and further down the rabbit hole. Maybe ten years ago I might have tried to stop it, but now I just don't care.

I'm surrounded by a soft world that doesn't want to be hurt. I constantly hear the gripes and whining and complaints of a soft generation that knows no hardship other than a lack of content, a lack of attention, a lack of catering, or a lack of some sort of addiction. Those who live in "first world countries" live in near utopia with little pain around them aside from the pain that either they land themselves in, or poor draws of a hand that they honestly cannot control. Some find themselves in those shitty situations because of happenstance, and it is unfortunate to hear.

Yet, while it's rather cringe to say and I've come to accept it--I hate it. I hate the peace we live in. I hate the lack of conflict because it makes this sort of world exist. Even in places of conflict, they're so isolated and small, so far off and detached that we hardly feel its effects outside of rising gas prices. Do I truly hate it? No. I enjoy my comfort. I enjoy my video games, my freedom to go to Waffle House at 2am, my freedom to workout, and my freedom of choice. It's earned and the men who died for it wanted this, or at least they died for the idea that a world like this might be possible.

Am I selfish? Absolutely. No one truly wishes for war. We don't wish to see our brothers die in front of us for little meaning or because bullshit politicians can't get their shit together. However, I still feel saddened. I lived during 9/11. I lived with the hatred of individuals in the desert who brought pain to the place I call home, who hurt the people I call countrymen. I watched my older friends go off to fight and either never return, or come back broken. I stood there and watched the news, listening to the numbers, listening to the updates of what those brave individuals did to return the favor.

I wished so desperately to sign my name when I turned 18 to carry their torch.

All to miss the train because of some bullshit medical condition that hasn't stopped me doing anything in reality compared to what the doctors said. I've scaled mountains. I've trudged through swamps. I've cut through jungles. I've crossed oceans and seen places that people would never consider going to themselves. I've done things that less than 1% of people would ever do for the sole purpose of preparing myself to face that "enemy".

And here I am. Doing fuck all.

I hate this world and everything in it, but I live in it because if that "enemy" decides to fuck around, I fucking hope they're ready to find out.

Likely not the answer you were looking for, Puppet, but I figured I'd present the truth rather than let my head spin on something that already exists.

 

[RepresentingPride]

Probably a world where I see my family and loved ones dies again and again in front of me without me being able to change anything. Letting me regress before the event so I can try to change it, but didn't sucess each time for eternity.

 

[Deleted member 41774]

A world where I have a constant diarrhea, but I have access to a lot of toilets.

The catch is they are either destroyed, messy beyond use, clogged or permanently occupied. Thus, forcing me into forever finding a vacant cubicle while trying hard to prevent god from coming out of his cave--

 

[Conqueror_Quack]

What if the very birds are a hivemind bent to nagging you to fetch them bread no matter how you try to sleep?

I feel that this is targeted at me....

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

I feel that this is targeted at me....

What? Neeever!...

 

[Deleted member 68927]

A world where I end up without a job again.

The job is hard, but today I managed to pass a test with 36 points out of 37, and gave a presentation. A presentation, where I got scared, and then blurted everything so fast, that even my colleagues told me I should chill.

I am thinking of asking my colleagues to speak in German with me during the lunch break. You know, so I can gain some confidence.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

A world where I end up without a job again.

The job is hard, but today I managed to pass a test with 36 points out of 37, and gave a presentation. A presentation, where I got scared, and then blurted everything so fast, that even my colleagues told me I should chill.

I am thinking of asking my colleagues to speak in German with me during the lunch break. You know, so I can gain some confidence.

But that is not a new world...

Congratulations though!

 

[Deleted member 84247]

But that is not a new world...

Congratulations though!

Okay, I will write you a new world, but it wouldn't be my Hell. Since my Hell is basically heaven

 

[ElijahRyne]

There is no point in answering this thread if you lack the imagination or motivation to design your personal hell...

But this puppet is curious! So it will stick its hand to the stove once more!

What is your personal hell? Design a living, breathing world based solely on your worst fear. Or, if you want, your worst feeling, your worst experience, your worst sin, etc. Whatever metaphysical thing that is simply the worst to you. (*winks and smiles in eager curiosity* if you can't, no problem.)
Something new; something where the ground itself is built around the concept. Something where the entire culture is built around your fear. What original ways can you make it happen?

Truly, the responses tend to be wheezing grasps for color, so this puppet doubts the objective will be achieved... after all, few are willing to commit to prose or insight of any level for a Scribble Hub forum thread! Why work? *throws up hands and laughs*

A world where people work similar to slaves for 40-50 years, for bosses who live lavish lives from wealth stolen fro their employees, before they are spit out to retire in pain and loneliness. A world where workers could never unite to overcome their struggles and build something better. A world in which such an idea I’d seen as utopian drivel that ignores the propaganda and projections of the current ruling class about such attempts for a better world. A world where the bosses and rulers know exactly what they are doing, but still despise the working class. A world where the working class despises itself, and deifies their owners. A world where rich nations push some of their exploitation from their domestic workers to ones in foreign nations. One where it is justifiable to bomb every building with more than one story and kill 20% of a colony if it refuses the richer nations rule. One where democracy is ignored, millions killed, and nations poisoned and destroyed for trying to create something different. One where every ten years hundreds of millions of workers lose everything and starve because of avoidable economic crashes. One where propaganda becomes truth, and truth despicable propaganda that has killed an imaginary millions of people. One where the worker willingly blinds themselves to believe that their bosses and rulers are the greatest and their coworkers evil demons coming for their job. A world where the workers can not unite.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Since my Hell is basically heaven

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Sunshine, peace, and no sex.

 

[J_Chemist]

Sunshine, peace, and no sex.

Disgusting.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Sunshine, peace, and no sex.

Disgusting.