Avery Stone

The narrow bricked walls held the screams of a young child whose life fell into the darkness never to be relived. And the blood splatted all over a soulless man’s long coat stained the man’s sins into the fabric of his clothing. It didn’t matter, however, the man could just fabricate another coat exactly the same as the other. What did matter was that a human had seen his sins and was standing still near a wall with a blue bottle held loosely in his hand, its colour matching his wide blue eyes. The boy’s lips parted as if to voice his objection to the soulless man’s pointless killing. But what would a boy of eighteen know about pointless killing? When he barely understood what he had seen? The soulless man’s grunt of annoyance filled the darkness, he didn’t need this. He had a job to do, killing held the utmost importance when it came to his job and he didn’t need a human boy following him around, trying to figure out why the man had kill an innocent child in cold blood. And he k...

I don't believe in God. I don't believe he exist. I believe that when you die, when your mind and body decides it is time to go, that there is nothing there for you to go to. You simply cease to exist. Not very imaginative, I know. But I do believe that the existence of this belief is unhealthy. After all, who wants to know that after death, you become nothing? I certainly try not to think to much about it. It just leads you astray, as you start thinking everything you do becomes pointless. But I also believe that the existence of the belief is important. It's required to maintain an illusion of barriers, to keep people ruled by the knowledge that there are consequences for unjust actions, for sin and wrong doing. We cant very well govern a world if there is no set society values and standards. If people don't know where they stand, if people believe what they are doing is right when in fact it's morally wrong. No, I don't believe in a religion, but I still...