Dave The Penguin

Dave The Penguin

  • WpView
    Reads 1,578
  • WpVote
    Votes 14
  • WpPart
    Parts 12
WpMetadataReadComplete Thu, Dec 18, 20143h 12m
Some Penguins are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. But none of these applied to Dave. No, for him, greatness was an experience package delivered from the collective penguin mind to him by mistake. It was big and heavy with thousands of parts inside that smashed together alarmingly when you shook it. There was no obvious contact number or return address, and frankly the thing could have been for anyone. What Dave had actually ordered was a surfboard, a fishing rod, two tickets to a warm remote beach, and a simple life. What he got, was ultimate knowledge, a vast management problem, responsibility, and a bill for insufficient postage. Such was life these days. He was about to have the most extreme ongoing 'spiritual' experience imaginable. The problem was that nobody could give a logical explanation as to what it actually was, what it was about, and what he was supposed to do about all the ongoing strange events, and his new found highly technical understanding of it all. In the Antarctic the world was much simpler, less confusion, less noise, less chaos. But now the question was should he save the world, or just hope the whole problem thing would all go away and leave him alone. Yes, he may know all the answers to life, the universe and everything, from quantum physics, psychology, biology, philosophy, natural sciences, technology etc. Yes every day of his life now read like a Dan Brown novel, but he was just a penguin after all, in a simple world of ice snow and fish. Besides nobody had asked him to have this thing, he didn't want to know anyway, he was just a bloke penguin minding his own business. So even though he 'knew all', what could he do about it all, and why should he anyway ? The answers were extreme, and more than a bit surprising.
All Rights Reserved
#24
psycology
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Northern Exposure: The divided
  • Void Stage
  • Those Who Return at Dawn - Book 1 - Lord of Thymos [Romantic fantasy]
  • VIBgYOR Part 1: Catching Pace
  • Built for the Storm: A Journey Through a Mind That Won't Sit Still
  • Whispers of the Sea || Pirates of the Caribbean
  • Of Pirates and Gods (Male God OC x POTC)
  • 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 (Jack Sparrow x Masc!Reader)
  • The Dark Deception - The Return of Waeccende
  • Fated Even After Book 2

Without warning it began! The inevitable, I think it's fair to assume this book is not in my possession. This means I'm most likely dead. Most nights I wrestle the reason I have chosen to explain what happened, the things we did to each other, things no human being should witness. I Wright this simply to enlighten your poor soul and give you more of a chance than I had. A chance to survive what is most likely the brink of human extinction. Times are harder now and as the days go by we are less of our former selves. We have become husks floating around in a lost, desolate world. I look at this place and it still seems so alien to me, as the days roll into the nights I'm still unsure of how we got to this point. If you are reading this, you too are probably North and very much aware of what has happened to our beloved city. I feel a responsibility to inform you that you will most likely share the same fate as I have. I understand you may be wondering what's worse than death, trust me in this place death seems like a paradise compared. I do not know why I still feel so obligated to write this. To be honest most nights I think its just an escape from the madness, like a natural sedative it's the only way I can fall asleep in this hell. However I do need to clear my conscious and pay dividend for my demons. I need you to know what happened to me; I need you to know what we have become and what we are capable of. I need you to know why we have chosen to kill each other, why the smell of human flesh lingers in the air like slow roast pork on a Sunday afternoon. Why bodies litter our streets. Why things that seemed to be so impossible happen in front of our very own eyes. Why conformity i this place is the unreal ideas people live their lives by and why I was included into this group of youthful abominations. All of this might be irrelevant compared to what I am about to tell you.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines