A perfect way to go
Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 2:48 am
I first wrote this on the QSLO forum back in 2006 and I was thinking about the perfect way I should die, in a fantasy kind of way. Hope you all enjoy this
A perfect way to go
By TBoneTony
Television has given us some great moments and but it has even given us some disturbing visions that we wish that never happened or wished we never saw. But they did happen and that is apart of life.
People die every day, but most often we die in ways that we least expect to.
These events can leave a person traumatized by what we see on the news. In some cases unable to think peacefully without those disturbing images coming back into our minds.
These can be the case of those who witnessed car accidents and plane crashes.
While I can’t hold the answers to these traumatic problems, some events in the last 5 years (8 years now to be honest) has shocked me too I must admit, in some cases leaving me with a sick feeling in my stomach. In some occasions making me want to spew.
What I can say is that life is too short to be unhappy. No matter what happens in this world of pain, there is always joy in a part of us.
Being able to laugh is important to make us forget about the serious life we live in and having a smile on our faces makes us good inside, something that you never get while listening to the news, because the only good news (besides from the sport and weather) is no news at all.
So here is what I do when life gets too hard for me to take, I take a deep breath and sit down and play videogames, I watch anime cartoons or I even read some stories and listen to music.
When I read stories that involve a person being sucked down by quicksand, or being eaten alive by a snake or a plant, my fantasy takes hold of me and turns those negative thoughts into positive thoughts, as my fantasy is not meant to be real.
So here is a chapter of my quicksand fantasy I am willing to share with you.
Our feet are our wheels in life. We make the decisions where we want to go and what we want to do in life. Quicksand is the hidden risk we take as we walk outside each day. But if we did not take risks then we would not walk outside, we would not even have a life at all.
Quicksand is a part of our lives whether we like it or not.
When we do happen to sink into quicksand, our feet go first therefore leaving us in a state of shock and helplessness, as we did not want this to happen. We are responsible for making the choice to walk down this path but we never know the danger until we find out what is down that path, in most cases it will be too late.
In seconds we lose our ability to have control over our lives, we are now at the mercy of fate.
We stare in shock as the quicksand engulfs our legs, past our knees and up our thighs.
When the quicksand reaches our hips, we experience a new feeling depending on our gender.
For the males we experience a strange feeling of hardness within our groins, for the females we would experience some wetness and a bit of swelling inside us.
(Females since I am a male you can correct me if I am wrong about this, I seriously did not want to insult anyone by giving the wrong information so please feel free to tell me if I wrote any misleading information about the female side of things.)
Our bodies react to this because of uncontrollable fear of our impending doom. This same reaction is also responsible of our arousal, when we feel sexually stimulated.
Even if the quicksand is just earth and water, we feel the quicksand becoming alive as it touches our skin, seeps into our pants/skirt/shorts/bathing suit or what ever we are wearing to cover our groins and the soft touch of the quicksand takes hold of our hardness/wetness.
As the quicksand suck us in deeper past our bellies, we can feel the cool touch of the sand against our bare skin, unless if we can stop our urges to take off our shirts to feel the sand against our bare skin.
We feel a chill up our spine, but this chill is not to make us scared, it is to make us feel safe and ok, a devious false scene of security created by the quicksand.
The quicksand is now up to our chests.
For the males, the quicksand is flat against our chest, we feel a constricting pressure around our ribs and belly making it hard to breathe normally.
For the females our sensitive areas the quicksand will target will be our nipples, if our bra is off, we feel it almost as soon as the quicksand touches us on the teat, making it hard and well stimulated.
Same as the males, our body will feel a vice like grip on our ribs and belly, making us breathing harder as we struggle to control the sensations building up inside us.
We realise as the quicksand reaches up to our shoulders and starts it’s torturous climb up our necks that we have not got long to live. But by that stage we are either franticly screaming or we are lost in our own emotions as we feel the quicksand touch every part of our body. It dose not matter if you are a male or female, the quicksand knows us well to touch us and if we desire for it, we will be easy to be taken control by the quicksands powers.
This feeling of pleasure is so stimulated that we feel the orgasmic climax that would well be the last in our lives.
This is the human spirit as never known to anybody who has never been open to their sexuality before. To those who are open to their sexuality, it is one we well relate to and we easily let the quicksand make love to us. The quicksand doesn’t play favourites, as the quicksand is either male or female. If we are heterosexual we will imagine the quicksand as our opposite sex, if we are homosexual then we imagine the quicksand as the same gender as us. If we are bisexual then this is left to our imaginations to play out in our minds. It is at this moment that living life to the full takes on a more different feeling and we feel we are the lucky ones that will enjoy our death. There is no other way we want to go than to be happy and this to us is a heavenly way to go.
As our climax ends, the quicksand then slowly sucks our heads down under its surface. We are too tired to move our arms that are likely to be buried under the sands. We breathe in our last heavy breaths as the quicksand takes our mouths.
With our ability of speech gone, our scene of smell is next to go as the quicksand blocks our nose. Our hearing comes after smell unless if we lean our heads back to try and keep our mouth above the surface for as long as we can.
Our vision is next to go as we have our last look of the world that we had spent our whole life living on. (Unless if we are blind)
At this critical moment, if there is no one around to save us, then we are as good as dead, but do we care as the quicksand has taken control of our desires and made us so happy and complete?
Finally as our foreheads are sucked under, the only thing left of us on the surface is our hair. If we have long hair then our hair lasts longer on the surface than those who have short hair.
Then as our hair goes under, our bodies are now in total darkness inside the stomach of the quicksand where we will spend our last moments before we die. We have lost all our scenes except our sense of touch that stay with us as the quicksand continues to hold us and squeeze the life out of our hearts.
As our body looses complete control, we shake with spasms and our whole body shuts down. As our brain stops functioning that is when we go, and what a way to go for those who have enjoyed it. Our last thoughts go through our head as we remember the magic moments of our life that pass before our eyes.
Then we realise that we have enjoyed life, we are complete. There is no sadness only happiness as we have found out that there is no perfect way to go than to die happy by sinking into quicksand.
So even if your life is hard, just think of those who are worse off than you. You are alive and you have your whole life to fulfil. Life is too short to be sad all the time, just be happy with what you have got. Take care of yourself and others around you.
We may not control how we die, but still live life as if it is your last day alive.
(But don’t go overboard)
Because the best thing you can accomplish in life is to enjoy being alive and to die with a smile on your face.
TBone Tony
A perfect way to go
By TBoneTony
Television has given us some great moments and but it has even given us some disturbing visions that we wish that never happened or wished we never saw. But they did happen and that is apart of life.
People die every day, but most often we die in ways that we least expect to.
These events can leave a person traumatized by what we see on the news. In some cases unable to think peacefully without those disturbing images coming back into our minds.
These can be the case of those who witnessed car accidents and plane crashes.
While I can’t hold the answers to these traumatic problems, some events in the last 5 years (8 years now to be honest) has shocked me too I must admit, in some cases leaving me with a sick feeling in my stomach. In some occasions making me want to spew.
What I can say is that life is too short to be unhappy. No matter what happens in this world of pain, there is always joy in a part of us.
Being able to laugh is important to make us forget about the serious life we live in and having a smile on our faces makes us good inside, something that you never get while listening to the news, because the only good news (besides from the sport and weather) is no news at all.
So here is what I do when life gets too hard for me to take, I take a deep breath and sit down and play videogames, I watch anime cartoons or I even read some stories and listen to music.
When I read stories that involve a person being sucked down by quicksand, or being eaten alive by a snake or a plant, my fantasy takes hold of me and turns those negative thoughts into positive thoughts, as my fantasy is not meant to be real.
So here is a chapter of my quicksand fantasy I am willing to share with you.
Our feet are our wheels in life. We make the decisions where we want to go and what we want to do in life. Quicksand is the hidden risk we take as we walk outside each day. But if we did not take risks then we would not walk outside, we would not even have a life at all.
Quicksand is a part of our lives whether we like it or not.
When we do happen to sink into quicksand, our feet go first therefore leaving us in a state of shock and helplessness, as we did not want this to happen. We are responsible for making the choice to walk down this path but we never know the danger until we find out what is down that path, in most cases it will be too late.
In seconds we lose our ability to have control over our lives, we are now at the mercy of fate.
We stare in shock as the quicksand engulfs our legs, past our knees and up our thighs.
When the quicksand reaches our hips, we experience a new feeling depending on our gender.
For the males we experience a strange feeling of hardness within our groins, for the females we would experience some wetness and a bit of swelling inside us.
(Females since I am a male you can correct me if I am wrong about this, I seriously did not want to insult anyone by giving the wrong information so please feel free to tell me if I wrote any misleading information about the female side of things.)
Our bodies react to this because of uncontrollable fear of our impending doom. This same reaction is also responsible of our arousal, when we feel sexually stimulated.
Even if the quicksand is just earth and water, we feel the quicksand becoming alive as it touches our skin, seeps into our pants/skirt/shorts/bathing suit or what ever we are wearing to cover our groins and the soft touch of the quicksand takes hold of our hardness/wetness.
As the quicksand suck us in deeper past our bellies, we can feel the cool touch of the sand against our bare skin, unless if we can stop our urges to take off our shirts to feel the sand against our bare skin.
We feel a chill up our spine, but this chill is not to make us scared, it is to make us feel safe and ok, a devious false scene of security created by the quicksand.
The quicksand is now up to our chests.
For the males, the quicksand is flat against our chest, we feel a constricting pressure around our ribs and belly making it hard to breathe normally.
For the females our sensitive areas the quicksand will target will be our nipples, if our bra is off, we feel it almost as soon as the quicksand touches us on the teat, making it hard and well stimulated.
Same as the males, our body will feel a vice like grip on our ribs and belly, making us breathing harder as we struggle to control the sensations building up inside us.
We realise as the quicksand reaches up to our shoulders and starts it’s torturous climb up our necks that we have not got long to live. But by that stage we are either franticly screaming or we are lost in our own emotions as we feel the quicksand touch every part of our body. It dose not matter if you are a male or female, the quicksand knows us well to touch us and if we desire for it, we will be easy to be taken control by the quicksands powers.
This feeling of pleasure is so stimulated that we feel the orgasmic climax that would well be the last in our lives.
This is the human spirit as never known to anybody who has never been open to their sexuality before. To those who are open to their sexuality, it is one we well relate to and we easily let the quicksand make love to us. The quicksand doesn’t play favourites, as the quicksand is either male or female. If we are heterosexual we will imagine the quicksand as our opposite sex, if we are homosexual then we imagine the quicksand as the same gender as us. If we are bisexual then this is left to our imaginations to play out in our minds. It is at this moment that living life to the full takes on a more different feeling and we feel we are the lucky ones that will enjoy our death. There is no other way we want to go than to be happy and this to us is a heavenly way to go.
As our climax ends, the quicksand then slowly sucks our heads down under its surface. We are too tired to move our arms that are likely to be buried under the sands. We breathe in our last heavy breaths as the quicksand takes our mouths.
With our ability of speech gone, our scene of smell is next to go as the quicksand blocks our nose. Our hearing comes after smell unless if we lean our heads back to try and keep our mouth above the surface for as long as we can.
Our vision is next to go as we have our last look of the world that we had spent our whole life living on. (Unless if we are blind)
At this critical moment, if there is no one around to save us, then we are as good as dead, but do we care as the quicksand has taken control of our desires and made us so happy and complete?
Finally as our foreheads are sucked under, the only thing left of us on the surface is our hair. If we have long hair then our hair lasts longer on the surface than those who have short hair.
Then as our hair goes under, our bodies are now in total darkness inside the stomach of the quicksand where we will spend our last moments before we die. We have lost all our scenes except our sense of touch that stay with us as the quicksand continues to hold us and squeeze the life out of our hearts.
As our body looses complete control, we shake with spasms and our whole body shuts down. As our brain stops functioning that is when we go, and what a way to go for those who have enjoyed it. Our last thoughts go through our head as we remember the magic moments of our life that pass before our eyes.
Then we realise that we have enjoyed life, we are complete. There is no sadness only happiness as we have found out that there is no perfect way to go than to die happy by sinking into quicksand.
So even if your life is hard, just think of those who are worse off than you. You are alive and you have your whole life to fulfil. Life is too short to be sad all the time, just be happy with what you have got. Take care of yourself and others around you.
We may not control how we die, but still live life as if it is your last day alive.
(But don’t go overboard)
Because the best thing you can accomplish in life is to enjoy being alive and to die with a smile on your face.
TBone Tony