The Smooth, Black Stone
At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and the smooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It’s curved and formed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climb on top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top.
If you stand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water is at its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. A faint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can’t quite identify. It gets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, over the edge of the rock.
Once you are leaning out further than would probably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and you will fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; you simply disappear into the ocean.
No one knows what happens after you disappear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off the same rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthly calendar, they were gone for one day, then washed up on another beach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened, and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fiery paths and gibbering demons.
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Insert Doomguy reference here.
This sites comments get boring really fast
Its always
“No brix were shat”
“THEN WHO WAS (Insert random unfunny)”
It might be good when the first person does it, after 40 comments its a bit old
WANKERS!
:l wtf. Why would anyone climb on it first of all? And if they did wouldn’t they notice the perfectly reflected moon rather than some almost invisible light in the sea?
The water would have to be completely still for a perfectly reflected moon
lol. sounds World-of-warcraft-ish…
but the detail’s pretty good. I kinda like this one.
Pretty Lovecraftian, nuh?
Not creepy. Felt a little like an old myth. It was alright, I guess.
Someone opened up a god damn oblivion gate.
“First of all, no one is credited with this one, so stop making suggestions as to how it should have been done. I highly doubt that the author(s) is going to magically surface, read your suggestion and go “Ah, kk. Thx & bai”
Second of all, the rock is beyond the reach of the sea, but it is also curved enough that you can climb it….”
^^^^
Nice try, author. Pasta sucked.
Bland pasta.
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I liked how the rock/ocean combo seemed to compel the person to fall into the water, and how their eyes grow hard, but the whole “gibbering demons” phrase ruined it for me. It just sounds unexpected and out of place.
Bleh, these are so generic.
again ritual pasta. i demand a reward. why the hell would someone go through all that work to be emotionally scarred? :/
Well thats…different. I really don’t have an opinion on this one.
To quote Cale from Looking for Group:
Worst. Portal. Ever.
Okay, I’m going to be blunt here: Why is it that 90% of the people who use this comment box seem to be pants on head retarded? Seriously, they’re like inattentive five year olds who can’t follow a story unless everything is spelled out for them in intricate detail and there’s a retarded, Goosebumps-esque twist at the end.
As for the people calling cliche on this: This pasta has been floating around the internet for at least two years. It was one of the pastas that made the cliche in the first place. It’s like calling Lord of the Rings a boring cliche fantasy.
So yeah, I like it, and the majority of the people who leave comments on here are mongoloids.
So if you hear about this rock and find out it probably leads you to years worth of hell, why on earth would you go looking for it? wouldnt you just say “errr, no thanks, i think ill pass, unless you know of a rock that leads to sex world”
the mental image of a rock shaped like this is awkward in my mind. But I liked that it was short and to the point.
Shitty pasta, but one part that really irked me was “he slipped on the slippery stone”. Something about the double use of the word slippery so close together just sounds bad.
if it’s out of reach of the sea how do you fall into the sea from it? Jackass
So…
The smooth black stone is the natural version of the doom teleporter?
Or am I missing something here?
Ritual pastas are the cancer that is killing everything.
Worst ritual pasta ever.
Hello.
I have an overly high opinion of myself.
pasta sux
First it says there are “some who claim to have fallen off the same rock,” then it says “they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fiery paths and gibbering demons.”
So if they only mutter about fiery paths and gibbering demons, when did they bring up falling off the rock?
Meh, it’s been done better before
First of all, no one is credited with this one, so stop making suggestions as to how it should have been done. I highly doubt that the author(s) is going to magically surface, read your suggestion and go “Ah, kk. Thx & bai”
Second of all, the rock is beyond the reach of the sea, but it is also curved enough that you can climb it, despite its smoothness. Is it not possible, then, that the stone curves out over the ocean? At least, that’s the mental image I got.
Thirdly, everyone knows that ritual pastas often lack a certain real-ness. However, with all the idiots out there that light their nipples on fire using spray deodorant, don’t even try to argue that NO ONE would attempt this or any other ritual. Protip: there’s no reward for scorching your nipples.
Lastly, you just lost the game.
Disappointed with the recent pastas. Boo.