ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Proud founder and president of Crazy Clown Productions (c) [October 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10) Dragonball Z - Akira Toryama's Drug Trip? (Essays) An essay worthy of the label of Crazy Clown, about the sheer ludicrousnessness of Dragonball Z. [989 words] [Humor] Some Explanation Is In Order (Essays) You might come to this title expecting a deep, philosophical, or thought-provoking story; instead, you get this! It is an explanation of my rather unique writing style, by Crazy Clown. [447 words] [Humor] The Demented Monologue Of A Downright Imbecile (Essays) Another display of foolishness and inanity, from the one who can do them best, Crazy Clown. Requires an altered state of mind to fully enjoy. [1,246 words] [Humor] The Insane Ramblings Of A Complete Idiot (Short Stories) An essay on the insane ramblings of a complete idiot. Written by a complete idiot. Requires an altered state of mind to properly enjoy. [1,090 words] [Humor] The Muse Keeps On (Short Stories) A tale of the joys and sufferings of the muse... [1,006 words] [Writing Resource] The Unfortunate Homophobe (Essays) An interspective on a homophobe who wishes he wasn't, and some ideas and opinions on homosexuality. [1,131 words] [Gay & Lesbian] The Vaporeal Defecation Of A Mental Diarrheatic (Essays) I just had so much fun writing the other two displays of inanity that I just had to write a third. Depending on how much you like my works, this could be either wonderful or horrifying, your choice. -... [951 words] [Humor] Vanquished (Short Stories) Death, Revenge, Death. Misery has gone full circle. [894 words] [Action] Well, Shit (Essays) A rather... interesting essay on the worlds worst waste. Requires a unique state of mind to enjoy properly. [1,020 words] [Humor] Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! (Short Stories) When did being almost right, but still showing inderstanding of the question, be considered completely wrong? Wouldn't it be better to be smart then to simply be able to memorize? [566 words] [Mind]
The Test Crazy Clown
Faith. An interesting word. It is so simple in itself, and yet it commands so much of a man, that he believe in what he could not possibly prove. While there are so many tales, stories, and books describing God's wonders in the Bible, no man could have possibly seen Him do these miracles and still walk the Earth today. When belief in a single god was relatively outlandish, God had to perform these miracles seen by so many in order to show the pagans what was real and what was not. Today, miracles, and faith, are in short supply. Preachers speak empty words, devoid of all meaning, memorized from the books of old written by those who witnessed the events take place themselves, but spoken without belief. These men are driven by some need to comfort themselves and others, by telling stories that they consider impossibilities, an opinion shared by the congregation, who attend services less and less and less. Faith was a dream to all but a very few, scattered in pockets around the world, studying together, encouraging each other in a
belief that they almost doubt themselves. It is believed by some that God Himself wanted it to be this way, to keep quiet, to test mankind one last time before the Apocalypse, and mankind failed. Religion is a thing of the past, in the simpler days before technology, where mankind considered himself inferior to God, not the other way around. What an irony that technology itself is what the few believers will use to find undeniable proof of the miracles of the far past, and return religion to its proper home deep within the hearts of mankind.
Teleportation, developed long ago, but kept a secret from mankind who may abuse its remarkable opportunities, was stolen by a true believer, Jacob Fairchild. He was the head preacher for a small band of religious rebels, refusing to conform to the mindlessness of pure communism. When enough time had passed for the original creators to stop looking for their lives' achievement, the church family set their
improbable plan into motion. The launch took place in one of the last secluded and uncivilized areas on the entire globe, deep within the Himalayan Mountains. A small ship, only large enough for one person, was equipped with the stolen technology, which included the teleportation device, life support systems, and the most advanced telescopic device created by man. Their mission was one of extreme secrecy, known only to the small church of true believers. It is a well-known fact that light reflected off of Earth can travel for eons without being disturbed in the least. These brave, and desperate, men and women intended to teleport to every possible location where they could see the faintest traces of sunlight that had bounced off of the people, places, and things of Earth exactly
2,372 years ago on this day, hte first Good Friday, the day Christ was given for our sins
on the cross, and a day that few on Earth believe that ever took place.
The launch was unlike any other in history. Instead of huge flames shooting out the bottom of the craft, there was no light, heat, or sound. Instead of shooting off into the distance as if it were fired from a rail-launcher, it simply vanished. And instead of being just another mission, or leisure trip, or scientific endeavor, this journey to determine the fate of mankind. The multitude of students, some young, some old, all breathed a collective sigh of relief as their leader, Jacob, was safely on his way towards his goal of religious rejuvenation.
Suddenly appearing thousands of lightyears away from where he was on Earth a fraction of a second ago did not phase Jacob. He had trained extensively for this mission, and immediately pressed the button to activate the telescope, which quickly found Earth in the blackness far, far away. After a dozen captured images in a millisecond, the craft shot off to another location, not too far from the first, where it took more captures images. Then it shot off somewhere else after a pause of half a second, and this repeated thousands of times, the path eventually forming an loose spiral shape, as it followed Earth's rotation and orbit of so very long ago. After all the possible images where taken, scanned and rescanned, focused and refocused, images began to develop. 10 hours after leaving Earth, Jacob could finally see the fruits of his decades of labor and strong faith. He typed up the command to show the photos, and he could barely restrain his eagerness. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the screen.
24 hours after launching, the ship appeared on the landing pad, its automatic timer safely returning the ship back home on schedule. As the ship settled, the dozen believers stared at the door expectantly, waiting either for their religious guide to step out and tell them of triumph or failure. After two minutes, with no movement, the observers began to worry. 5 minutes after, still with no hint of activity, the bravest stepped up to the portal, fearing, at the very least, that their leader had simply fallen asleep. He gathered his strength and opened the door.
It was empty. The entire capsule was devoid of life. there was no sleeping man, no corpse, no indication of what might have happened. It was as if Jacob Fairchild had been yanked out of existence by some enormous hand. Frantically, the man, a child really, at only 18 years old, stood behind the seat where his father once sat and activated the computer. He slowly, fearfully punched in the command to see the enhanced imagery. It too was empty. David Fairchild sagged back into the seat, depressed beyond belief and
confused to the point of insanity. His faith was teetering over the brink, and one light push, and he would lose faith forever. The rest of the onlookers searched frantically throughout the ship, finding no clue as to what happened.
When all the rest gave up and went to their bunks to try and rest, contemplating what the disappearance meant, David would not give up. He kept searching, in every nook and cranny of the small ship, but in vain. Finally, as he was about to give up too, he remembered the small hatch where he had put some encouraging Bible quotes, to help his father on his journey. Popping the concealed lid, he looked inside, expecting to find nothing, like the rest of the ship. Inside was a small sheet of paper, with something written on it. He snatched it up frantically and read the few words.
"sorry, no cheating"
Crazy CLown
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