At Death's Door Written by Skyler Jorgensen Let me fill you in on the fact that this is a ten part story, so, this will actually be completed. Chapter One Death, the definition of ending life as we know it. The cessation, the immediate halt, of an organism. It all, seems to just jump right at you all the time these days. Truly, it sickens all of us. The reason and causes and effects of death, all are either sickening, sad, depressing, or just plain inappropiate. Recently, I have noticed this through out my life, surrounded by death, torture, corruption. The list seems to never end. To be honest, it seems as if I don't really have a life anymore. Everything si so boring, usual. The same thing, the same thing, everyday. I always find myself on my desk, writing the philosophy of the rants I have come to realize over just the simple nano second I actually remain to stay alive. The same numbers and letters, shapes and words. I'm tired of always having to deal with this normal, boring world. If only maybe, maybe, something would stick above all others. Something would come crashing down and deliver all sorts of interesting phenomena. Unfortunately, the laws of physics and life itself, seem to get in the way of every aspect of those dreams. If only the world could just be altered in some way, some fashion, and yet the world stay the same. But through experience, when someone as big as even global warming begins to stop, the whole world seems to be completely altered to a way, that it leads off to destruction. Hell, even the war we are fighting in. When it stops, something will just encoruage it to keep going. Which altered the saying "ignorance is bliss". I take that into full encouragement. Or else, why wouldn't life be the same way as it is without the intelligence of the philosophers and scientists that we know to this very day? It would just be the same barren planet as it was when it was first created. Maybe all of us might adapt onto Mars, since it seems to be going through what we did billions of years ago. But that's irrelevant. Although, wouldn't you think leaving the Earth to rot would be the greatest idea in the world? Huh, not. Without Earth, how do you think we would adapt further onto Mars. Maybe we forgot something and realized it a decade later. Hence, alters the phrase "ignorance is bliss", yet again. Decades go by and the Earth is rotting, then all of the sudden, the Mars people finally notice that they forgot something. They return to Earth to only find themselves on a barren, deadbeat planet. Now, hasn't this rant been going on for quite some time? Haven't I gotten a bit off topic here and there? Of course, that's what always happens with you actually have intellectual traits and abilities. Let me introduce myself. The name is Takeharu, Takeharu Karamorita. I am a Japanese, and British, student who is undergoing college at this moment. God, is it ever boring to just be learning the same thing you already knew when you were thirteen years old. Depressing. What's sad is that sometimes, it takes some of the most unintelligent and some of the most intelligent to finally figure a subject of life that no one ever knew or ever could possibly realize. This Earth is such a pathetic rock. But, sometimes, we just have to live with it since some people just love to be the biggest deadbeats on the planet. Makes me sick. Maybe some people should actually consider just moving to an unknown planet where people can be intelligent, rational, and safe. But, people have habits, and those habits always makes one good thing turn into a pile of crap. Ha, I bet you are wondering how complicated I really am. To be honest, more complicated than what my professors tell me. I've come to acknowledge this after many years of having to put up with myself. I've realized through parents and many failed relationships, that I am probably one of those crazy kids who grew up hating the world. And in the process of loathing this rock, I've come to notice too much about this world, that it even bothers myself. Impressive how off topic I can get, isn't it? It's a habit I can't seem to shrug off my shoulders. Same with using too much metaphors. People tend to get used to the annoying process of me going on about my perspective of life through the many complied sentences I like to refer to as "metalifes". It's all in the compound word, my friend. Nothing to really explain. Huh, the title is "At Death's Door". That takes it far enough that the Earth is surely approaching that standard. I mean, seriously, we've messed up so much of our enviorment, and our society might I add, that eventually over the time, there will be no existence to even adapt with and everyone will probably be excrutiatingly dead. Reason why we have so many people sticking up for the trees and the plants, so then the real dumbasses in life can destory their habits and go back to normal life and continue being the people who everybody loves. Unfortunately, life isn't as simple I, or anyone else for that matter, want. We just have to deal with the fact that life is going to be the same, no matter what we do. And I've come to realizing that maybe there might be someone out there who actually knows the same old, same old as myself. God, don't I feel like the biggest psychologist? Heh, I could only wish, my friend. Only wish. Back to a more, less depressing topic, I'd like to mention that life has actually been turning for the better here in Tokyo. Nothing peculiar. Just the everyday, bustling city where rush hour seems to piss everyone off. Although, I guess that would be the same for London, or perhaps St. Peterburg. Maybe New York? Wouldn't doubt it. College is almost over, going to get my doctorate after all. I might actually miss this school. With what all I've said before, I bet you are wondering as to why. Well, you see, I'm sort of what you call a minimal womanizer. I don't tease or date women that often, but when I do, I feel as if I am a poet when I talk. A habit I can't resist when talking to a girl. Recently, however, I have started to give up on relationships. Yeah, that lasted long. A girl, Camille Blanc. Hold on, I can't even get over how beautiful that French name is. It's amazing how the name compliments so much about everything the girl truly is. Everyday, she is surely working her mind to the point where she sleeps during class. Everyone seems to call her such a 'bookworm'. Simply, I don't understand how they got into college by being stupid enough to tease a girl like that and have such an uncreative insult, at that. The other day, in fact, I actually got some backbone to talk to her. To only get rejected and told "Sorry, I've got something else to do." I'm such a terrible excuse for an androgenous boy, it's ridiculous. I gave up on trying to talk to her after many 'rejections'. Yet still, my ever so growing love for her was beginning to kill me. Then, something unexpected came flying my way. Like a hawk just begging to get something to eat, so the hawk spots a nice little prairie dog and takes it for some lunch. This three guys come up to me, the leader, supposedly, of the group had that cocky, generic anime smirk on his face. He certainly wanted to pick a fight. "Hey, why do you keep flirting with my girlfriend, Camille?"
