/lit/ - Literature

A story about a serial killer told from the perspective of his pet dog. not even trolling i think its could work

>>1861491
>its could work
You sir cant write, give up now.

>>1861499
Now hold on, his idea isn't that bad. What if the dog was possessed by a demon that told him to kill people?

>>1861501
im listening

An office style mocumentary about a wheelchair bound anime nerd who spends a year building a walking robot costume for a cosplay convention, I hope to make it tragic and funny but if it goes wrong it could just be me making fun of a handicapped kid

>>1861497

This actually sounds neat.

Day 17 (Or something to that effect)

He always seems to pour over his works. Stacks and stacks of magazines. cutting out the letters very neatly. Very neat. Always after he walks me. Right at 5:00. Kind of odd. He just picked a different brand of dog food as well. Kind of odd.

Day 74

He seems to favor the blonde girls. Brushing their hair so calmly. they don't seem to mind, though sometimes the feistier ones kick and pull at the ropes and tape.

Neat if done by a person who wasn't half asleep.

>>1861513
Day 42, meat for dinner again, this one lasted longer then the last, She tastes a bit fattier too.

>>1861516

lol :)

Vomit & Tears:

Yearning for some respect
and the baseline commodity,
between fits of glory
and ill repose,
I glimpsed reckless defiance in his gaudy eyes.

He limped casually, with a certain swag, through the lifted city
with his certain women by his side.

His eyebrows were cutting like fast jets across exotic horizons
and his breath
between
words
was a realistic appraisal
of god genius
between worlds.

A Godlike philosophy born when young in the womb
fertile and manipulated
by whatever, or whoever; his parents, or his
potentially inebriated
higher being,
had given him
a total blessing.

Possessing yet not possessed
by his verbal launching pad
he sent his gargantuan rockets
fueled with persuasion and desire
into the vibrant night.

cont.

>>1861518

All those lynched by their fears and their beers
fell victim to his fetid grasp.
Devoured by his insatiable nature for the task
he took them by the throat and led them to the water
reflecting his greatness
he did receive…
and he did gloat.

I watched his unholy procession
like a monk from Meteora
high above yet still enticed by this foul emanation.
In between fragile seconds my solid stare caught his reparation
and I lifted my throat,
a demon mongering thief of the night,
to down another vodka as the musak played on and strong.

I could have asked Alice,
I could have left myself to enticements and women;
but I was stiff and listless when it came to change:
I wanted to find the soul of this man within his royal frame.
Time played to my plans
and I felt a glance of history shredding itself on my teeth
my words, unspoken, were already taking blood from the beast.

He became a swollen and unhappy vessel
this voodoo child has lost his holy words
he was stumbling down between low moods
the great throbbing mass of people
pushed him out into the sick darkness
I pushed my own self out from the crag I had made in this weird world…

cont.

>>1861510
http://www.coolest-gadgets.com/20070314/the-walking-chair/

>>1861520

I followed him as he rolled his tongue in his mouth
smirking and speaking to women
slurring and spilling his guts
he pretended to dance with flesh
as this world cared not for his girl
nor his sodden breast
leaving him all alone as the bleak morning rose.

Seagulls unfurled their wings and picked chips from the disgusting ground
I drew closer to this fragile man-mountain
now just a messy mound.

He had been a king of city-slut-night-time-activity.

I knelt down to this crumbling king
as his hands held his vomit
and his tears diluted his alcohol filled guts
I pressed my fingers into his shoulders
asking of the real problem.

He did not notice me
or my force
he just leaned against the wet brick wall
and cried out for less power.

The wall wet and cold
reverberated perfectly his call
and for a fleeting moment the taxis stopped and watched this weird commotion
that we all descend into
and then they moved on
searching for a fare.

Fin.

A story about two lovers who are seperated by a wayy that is under construction. It is very smooth and they can't climb over it. but the can talk/throw paper aeroplanes

Every day the wall get taller and taller until sound no longer carries over it and they can't throw messages over it. They become isolated, only able to communicate by tapping on the wall. The wall keeps getting bigger.

One day the wall becomes so large that its conflicts with the worlds gravity and forms a gravity of its own. One of the discovers that because the wall has altered gravity they can walk up it and does so.


Happy Ever After...

>>1861525
*wall

>>1861525
theat sounds like pretentious hipster trash but i kinda like it.

>>1861525

The wall would be so large in the end... Possibly too large to ever reach the end of it and to go back again to visit the lover without using some sort of amazing vehicle ?

>>1861533
>>1861534
>>1861533
I was going for spontaenions absurdity, but I willl take hipster.

Forgot to add, they have majic powers and can tell what mail is going to arrive tomorrow. And can take breath from the strength of their love. AIR IS FOR PHONIES

>>1861525
>plothole.jpg

>>1861541
first time in a long time I have laughed at anything toasted on here!!!!!

A story with two main charecters

one who talks dislexically(made up word? idk)
one who listens dislexically

they never meet

>>1861554
Let me guess you're dyslexic and are trying to disguise your handicap as a writing style.

>>1861491
I had this idea abouta girl. She looses her ball in the woods. First the shadows of the trees play soccer with it sending the ball further into the woods. The girl follows it in. From then on she is trying to find her ball in the woods, which turn into a supermarket, a petrol station, a sea a dump. She finds her ball, but leaves it for the trees to continue their game.

>>1861525

You're going to dictate this to someone who knows grammar and let them write it, right?

>>1861587
Nah I figure... you know fuck it.... I will write the whole thing without stopping without editing without any consideration for anything beyond the tingling of the tips of my fingers on the keys it will live forever as the ultimate story for the critics for they can live and contribute in the only way they know how through critisism and reactionary comments and they can feel complete they don't have to think about anything but how bad the last/next thing was.

I love you critic.

>>1861575
that's shit seriously fuck off.

Psychological thriller about two men during the victorian era. One is a former servant of the other man, who was a millionaire who lost everything.
They meet in a pub together and agree to start robbing banks together even though they hate each others guts. They fight, argue, backstab and hate the whole through the film until one of them kills the other.

>>1861594
and why do they stay together? i see no compelling reason to give a shit about these people

>>1861594
>Psychological thriller
That is not a genre that is something douchebags put on the back of their books when they cant think of a better word for "boring action novel"

my story is about a former search engine employee who in the not too far future has bought a large scale 3d printer and continuously prints new robots, trying to create sentience by giving physical presences to AIs that he has snatched from his former work. these AIs have been bred by years of the worlds search queries. at first he uses all his savings to buy the 3d printer and produce his first bots, but eventually he works from home and automates his tasks by having some robots work for him. he continues to do this until one day he produces something unexpected.

>>1861670
>>1861670
I like the idea about AI from searches on the internet. Obviously the 'unexpected' creates a shitstorm but isn't doing much for me. Could be good action book

>>1861679
spoiler: the unexpected is he creates a sentient robot but i don't what to do with it next. at first i was running with the idea that when the sentient robot is first printed, it doesn't immediately connect to a network. but once he does, he force starts the singularity. in this case the singularity is not a bad thing and not terminator stye or anything and in fact nothing changes. the computer creates a "space within a space" which is like a virtual universe which for the AL has as much meaning as the physical universe. the story is in the main character's decision to sever his relationships (friend is a manager at said former company, his girlfriend who is also a product manager at former company, his sister who he regularly has lunch with, and his parents) and take the offer of the AL (which exists both in the "space inside a space" and also maintains the functions of the physical robot that the protagonist originally printed)

does that sound like some convoluted shit or what

>>1861691
takes the offer of the AL to move his consciousness to the "space within a space"

*didn't finish my thought before

>>1861691
So it's the matrix?

>>1861701
but voluntary and the rest of the world keeps on ticking

>>1861703
How boring.

>>1861600
They stay together because even though they hate each other, two heads are better than one and they both know each other's abilities. Also, you like EVERY protagonist of every story? Really?

>>1861607
Its a movie.

>>1861771
why do they need each other specifically? why not get a friend to help them out! I mean just because you dont have any doesnt mean your characters dont either

>>1861510
I'm stealing this idea

Uhhhh I only have vague ideas, specifically in regard to a play.
The play centers around four characters, all dynamic and foils to one another, who have conflicts with one of the other three characters. It'll be split into five acts, with the first four acts developing each character (and including other characters, at times even another of the four primary characters) and the final act depicting a grand finale and an ambiguous ending. I hope to tamper with the conventions of the play medium as well, with one character being a paranoid schizophrenic who communicates with furniture who represent each of the other four characters.
The title will be "Tender is the Serpent's Fang"

>>1862318
>>1862318
that title sucks. you have no story whatsoever and you've already earmarked 80% of the play for character development. the fuck is wrong with you?

>>1862334
I can understand constructive criticism but what are you babbling about?
I failed to mention how the title refers to the play, but a major theme of the play will contemplate the idea of how good, noble person comes into the world: are they forged by a tragic background, are they influenced by grandiose circumstances, are they marked by a flaw beyond their control, or are they simply fitting a role that they despise? I don't have a "story" yet because again, this only a vague idea as it stands. When I begin to think of a story, I prefer to work with character motivations and themes as a framework and build the story up from there. And the title ties into the conclusion of the play (which is actually only a working title at this point).

My story idea is about a futuristic amusement park where dinosaurs are brought to life through advanced cloning technology. I call it "billy and the cloneasaurus"

>>1862352
Still not getting any sign of a good play here, just broad themes and a self absorbed self praise, I mean for fuck sake get over yourself

>>1862358

>>1862360
When did I praise myself? The fact that you're repeatedly referring to me makes me inclined to completely ignore your criticism.

A rich shut-in (lets say he inherited the money) is tricked into thinking (by a really wise guy) that there's been a nuclear conflict and there's nuclear winter outside and it's too dangerous for the shut-in to venture outside (he wears a haz mat suit to convince him). He cuts off the shut-in's internet and the shut-in has no windows, because he is a basement dweller. The wise guy then proceeds to offer to bring him food and inflates the price tenfold, hundredfold, etc. And then he just keeps it up for a decade or so, lives the good life.
One day, the shut-in has no more money to pay the wise guy, and the wise guy, feeling guilty or just very attached to the shut-in) just keeps giving him the food and observing the shut-in to the point where the shut-in almost becomes his pet. Obviously, lots of comedy sprinkled throughout the whole thing, otherwise the book would be just plain boring.

>>1862367
If you cant take criticism don't right

>>1862375
>don't right
Lol

>>1862373
Make the con man a female, the shut in will believe anything a woman tells him and much lulz to be had from a nerd who thinks he's the last man on earth

>>1862367
okay, 3rd party here.
But I think what he was saying is that your idea is nothing but abstract structure with no sense that you have any idea on how to realize it. You're presenting yourself as a pretentious dilettante. Its like having a middle schooler tell you about all the profound technologies of the new spaceship they're building when they haven't even learned how to drive a car.

You state how it centers around these complex character dynamics, but that's not something you just right in the script "they're all dynamic foils" you actually first and foremost have to construct believable characters. You don't have an idea for a play, you have an idea for an abstract structure.

>>1862386
No, the women aren't wise. They are sandwich-savvy, but not wise.

>>1862393
>sandwich-savvy
exactly she's bring his sammich for a price

>>1862390
Again, emphasis on the fact that this is a vague idea. This idea is in pre-pre-production mode if you will and I'm fully aware I've yet to develop the dynamics and the traits of the characters. I know its abstract at the moment, but disregarding it completely and labeling me as "self praising" doesn't contribute to the idea at all.

>>1862399
OMG UR SO SMART PUT YOUR BALLS IN MY MOUTH PLEASE YOUR IDEA IS AMAZING...

Happy now? Good now fuck off and take your fail with you

A transsexual sucks cocks at night on a New York subway until repressed memories come about of events that only happened the week before involving him being an international secret agent and getting drugged and turned into a transsexual whore. He travels around the world to stop the evil mastermind from turning the world into cocks.

>>1862405
Alrighty then.

sci fi fantasy set in the distant future on a planet in a distant galaxy.
the earth destroyed by decades of war and pollution in dying, in a last ditch effort to preserve the species a group of 100 men and women are selected to be transported in a ship across the galaxy to search for an inhabitable planet. they eventually find one that is similar to earth and land their ship. they meet simple humanoid-like elf people that live in a hunter gather society, as well as large brute-ish cave troll like creatures. upon landing quarrels between the human leaders begin to fragment their group. some decide to use gene manipulation technology on the cave troll-ish creatures to humanize them more. they began to educate the elfs and trolls, teaching them basic math and science and english, but nothing of their human origin.
a society is set up founded on basic agriculture and the humans attempt to live in harmony with the land. they start a new religion with roots in various earth spiritualities and philosophies, in a desire to keep harmony between elves, humans, and the other species. they bury their technology and evidence of their history and decide to teach their children only the basic necessities of their survival and the new creation myth.

We need to have a /lit/ writing challenge thread where everyone writes a short piece titled "Tender is the Serpent's Fang"

>>1862424
it was the goal to propogate the human species, not to create a new civilization like the one they fled, because they saw the evils that such a society created. the elders decided it was best for them to remain ignorant of these things and start new, based on only the basics, and attempt to live in harmony with the planet and with the local species.
in time its forgotten completely and they become unaware of the fact that they are from another planet.
however burying their technology and remaining ignorant would have unexpected consequences.
for a time the races lived in peace.however elves uncovered relics and technology from the human ships, and used the technology to construct cities and weapons. they began wars and enslaved tribes of humans, trolls, and elves alike. one group of elves emerged that took sole control of the human based technology and created a massive city.
they were unrivaled as the dominant group on the planet. they obscured the knowledge of the humans origins, using the knowledge and power to rape the planets resources and enslave the trolls .the humans were oblivious and avoided elves. became elusive forest dwellers. the sage like mystery beings took care to protect the humans. and they lived in peace with them. when it seemed like they were in danger of elf militaristic pursuits the mysterious beings used their magical powers to ward them off.the mysterious beings and the local elves have a unique relationship. the tribal non-city dwelling elves have myths about them not being as peaceful and even tempered as the appear to be. they have a belief that long ago before the humans arrived that the beings were responsible for a massive disaster that nearly brought the elves to extinction.the city dwellers have similar beliefs and that's why they have such distrust for them paring up with the humans, who's true history they are aware of.

A foetus that solves crimes. But it cannot work out who is his real father, which is the overarching goal over the 6 months series.

>>1862427
Second. I'll go see if the url is available.

>>1862429
the city is built on and protect an ancient diamond shaped inlet in a massive stone that they are unable to destroy. this "keyhole" is integral to the mysterious being and the destruction myth.a large crystal is found by a young elf mechanic. it gives him immense power. he fashions the crystal onto a staff using his mechanic skills.
in an attack on his village, by soldiers, who were on a conquest to grab up land and resources, he used the crystal to destroy the soldiers and their war machines. he is hailed as a hero by locals. unfortunately word of the crystal makes it back to the leaders of the city and the launch a full scale man hunt. he knows he cant protect his village forever so he tries to move his family and friends to hide from the soldiers. they find them and the hero. the villagers put up a defense, but the soldiers end up destroying a large portion of their buildings, crops, killing many and enslaving the rest. the hero is force to flee alone for his life.
he meets up with a village of humans and a troll that was born and raised by humans. he was adopted by a human who had a daughter that was around the age of the hero and they began to fall in love. eventually the hero, the troll and the human woman, leave on a quest together. they meet up with warrior races and continue with him. they all have motivations to get back at the city dwellers.but the hero is unknowingly being used by the crystal to transport it to the keyhole in the city.

They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was over. To make any kind of sense of it, I need to go back three years. Back to the night the pain started.

Life was good. A house on the Jersey side across the river. The smell of freshly cut lawns. The sounds of children playing. A beautiful wife and a baby girl. The American dream come true. But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking.

The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. I didn't like the way the show started, but they had given me the best seat in the house, front row center. When the darkness fell, New York City became something else, any old Sinatra song notwithstanding. Bad things happened in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City.

Current novel I am working on. Opinions?

>>1862439
the hero and his company incite slave rebellions in the capitol and eventually form a massive army comprised of various races to overthrow capitol which ends in massive bloodshed. the rebel army creates a distraction so that they can infiltrate the compound built around the keyhole. upon entering the complex it's made apparent that it was built over a massive underground cave. a walkway made of ancient stone leads across a canyon to a set of stairs that leads up to what looks like a giant marble eye hole with a diamond shaped hole. he thrusts it in and it starts to glow a bright white light, the cave starts to shake, and they run to escape. behind them the glowing "eye" begins rolling out of the stone wall. they make it back to ground level as building protecting the cave collapses. eventually the entire ground within the barracaded city sinks into the earth revealing a massive pit. the eye flies above the city and the hero's company and remaining survivors watch in astonishment as the mysterious beings begin floating above the city ruins.

An angel falls in love with a human. Eventually, the angel gets kicked out of heaven for it.
At first all is well, until the angel starts to go crazy. As Mephistopheles said, "Why this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, and tasted the eternal joys of heaven, am not tormented with ten thousand hells in being deprived of everlasting bliss?"
His health suffers, he starts pulling his hair out and scratching bits of skin off, and stuff like that. The human tries to help him and nurse him back to help, but it doesn't work.
Story ends with the angel completely losing his marbles and eating his lover alive.

It'll be a short romance story. Nothing too long, nothing too pretentious or fancy.
Can't decide what gender to make the human. The angel is genderless, just using male pronouns for convenience.

>>1862457
so yeah that's the basic idea so far any thoughts?

>>1862459
are you nicolas cage?

>>1862474
tl;dr
Sum it up in a couple of lines or go fuck yourself.

the current short i'm writing revolves around the military change their service weapon from a conventional rifle to an energy weapon in the middle of putting down a rebellion off world. needless to say it fails to function properly due to poor training and manufacturing issues of the energy cells also gonna have a subplot in which the rebels sabotage the energy cells much akin to project eldest son

Some loser does a biography of a great man's life and pisses a lot of people off.

>>1862511
Howard Zinn beat you to it

>>1862478
Future humans escape a dying earth on a search for a new planet to live. upon finding one they educate the locals and bury their past and technology to even themselves. locals of planet uncover the human technology and use it to construct weapons and cities. another magic wielding race manipulates one of the locals to initiate a device that destroys everything.
moral of the story is that humans fuck shit up wherever they go.

>>1862318
Your idea is far too vague and underdeveloped for me to be able to give constructive criticism.

>>1862525
I would not read that. It sounds like the plot of a bad video game.

>>1862533
Sounds more like a James Cameron movie.

>>1862525
oh another "humans are terrible waaaaaah" story? Grow the fuck up, you cynical child.

>>1862547
actually, come to think of it, I hope Avatar 2 involves the blue cat-people taking all the human technology left behind and killing everything

>>1862549
not humans but weapons in the wrong hands whatevs its just a fantasy story idea I was playing around with.

A group of average young men have to rescue their girlfriends and fiances from a cadre of supernatural hypnotic seducers, mainly vampires, werewolves and some snake men, who intend to offer them as sacrifice to dark gods, and win the war against the other undead races once and for all. Can they arrive before the bloody sexual acts necessary to open the portals to hell are performed?

I call it "Tender is the Serpent's Fang"

>>1862598
holy god you're not funny

>>1862598
Oh, obviously I forgot to mention that the woman would be killed in these rituals and sent to hell through the portals in judgment for laying with demons. So its not like the dudes are overly clingy, they're legitimately trying to save the, bitches.

>>1862604
No, its not a comedy its a densely symbolist look at modern mass media culture's complicity in the creation of moral panics just to shore up numbers against competing networks.

I'm working on a book about an eight year old kid who gets hit in the head with an axe. This gives turns him into a prodigy who can solve extremely complex math problems and also drive race cars. Him and his Dad go on a road trip across the country to visit different colleges.

The title shall be "Tender is the Serpent's Fang".

>>1862637
Kill off the father and give him a giant amphibian best friend

>>1862644
Sure, why the hell not. The amphibian will be an imaginary friend who the child wills into existence with his powerful brain.

>>1862651
Personally, I'd make the amphibian a physical representation of his stupidity and bad judgement that got literally separated from the rest of his brain by the axing.

Posted this before, but I'd like to get more feedback on the bare-bone concept:

The novel would consist of three parts:

1st.

The introduction would essentially be the ending. It will show the last day of life for an elderly pastor, in which, in his old age, drinks himself into painless stupors. He lives alone in seemingly a nowhere kind of town, notable in the community but with a seriously obvious deteriorating relationship with the religious man he used to be. Fed up with his life, he goes on a drunken drive into the town until he finds the local bar, only feeding his daze more so. An religious adept who knew the pastor as a beloved teacher finds him there and becomes frustrated - this leads to a brawl between the two about the position of God within the town and each other.

The pastor heads himself back home, nearly killing himself in the process, and upon arriving in the dead of night, he goes off into some nearby woods with nothing waiting at home for him. Making his way deep into the woods, he eventually finds himself on a very off-road path, with light-posts marking every mile or so but only one lit. The pastor compares the light to God, does some ranting, and shuns it by taking off down the road. Unable to see much in the dark (and heavily drunk still), the pastor stumbles into a nearby road ditch, wounding him mortally and practically leaving him for dead - the end of the introduction would be his discussion with God, watching the light-post flicker until it goes out for good, leaving him to slowly die and call for his daughters.

>>1862714

2nd.

From the immediate end of the 1st section, the 2nd would begin at a time nearly a year previous to the beginning. The entire 2nd section revolves around the wedding day of his youngest daughter. This would essentially be the shortest of the chapters, as it really has no depth to it's significance aside the actual event + it's repercussions. Tensions among the various invitees of the wedding room would rise to a high point, with brief discussions between the pastor and his daughters, their husbands, and his family's views upon the daughters and all rotten history locked away.

The high point of this chapter would center on the moment when the eldest daughter murders the youngest during the procession, citing her father's fault on the issue. This moment would lead the section into the 3rd.

3rd.

I'm still working out this part immensely, but essentially it would end the novel in a previous time when the pastor was a very significant role in his community, and much more youthful - a time before the varying issues between his family. The "end", so to speak, would paint a picture of a family just testing the waters of great decline, or basically the roots of evil within that breed a family to such ends.

Sort of both a positive yet horribly negative end in relation to the future events.

I'm unsure if this has been done or if this is a good idea wholly yet, but I like the concept.

Two ideas:

1. Two dimension traveling detectives cross paths with an adulteress, her psychotic lover, a group of assassins, a night club owner, his bodyguard, and a treasure hunting pair on their quest to stop an old friend from summoning an army of zombies.

2. A short story called "Stephen King Eat Your Heart Out" about an amateur writer who, while stuck in a mineshaft, eats parts of himself to stay alive and begins writing a short story about people who do the same at a dinner party.

I am writing a story about a guy that gets tired of his home, his life, his town, and one morning wakes up and leaves it all behind. Then he'll travel to a lot of places, even live in some of them, will have weird experiences, but in the end will come back to his home. Once more he realizes his home is not enough and keeps on running.

tl;dr an asshole gets tired and starts running away from himself.

So, any help, ideas, criticism?

>>1862687
It can be both!

>>1862762
The first one is lame. Tossing a bunch of geeky plot elements together in one story is played out.

The second one is good though. It's pretty absurd, but I like the idea of a spot-on parody/homage of Stephen King.

>>1862787

I just watched this video where this woman made her maid strip, then she shoved her entire fist up her arse.

So what do I win?

My time has left me here alone,
to wind through rusted thoughts and tomes
____that worms long since have ate,

and mold has pages green and tore
where gold and ink might once have swore
____to never age nor faint,

but now they leach and sit and rust,
while no one sees them turn to dust
____where no-one cares to wait,

and sand in hourglasses fell
too long ago to even tell
____the time they received fate.

Not shadows dark nor light reflects
on them for me to now detect
____decisions made irrate --

that were I now to recollect,
would I myself thereon reject
____remembered sins to saints?

My time has left me in the 'now'
and even still I have somehow
____the memories I need

to do my work and learn to write
about my will and goals in-spite
____my lack of past decree.

The page's dust and shadowed musk
of rotten books and thoughts whose rust
____choke tree as well as seed

will brush asside by scribing hands
wherever new writ ink might land
____on paper where accedes

the imprint of a moment gone,
crescendos of an ended song,
____and moments yet to be.

(I posted this before on /lit/ and revised it per some comments)

>>1862865
Go listen to linken park the grown ups are talking.

>>1862762
1. It sounds like that movie "It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad etc. World"
2. I like it. Maybe one of the people at the party could be Stephen King. And also John Malkovich.

Scientist/inventor discovers how to make the perfect amplifier/lossless amplifier. Plugs in guitar and plays the opening riff from "stairway to heaven" and defens everyone in the world.

I had fun thinking about this last night. Not really serious, but it might make a fun short story.

Apparently the "Animal Afterlife" is full up with animal souls, since mankind has turned livestock consumption into a major industry.
For every cow that is killed, a ghost cow turns up in a field somewhere. Thousands of ghost cows have appeared before anyone notices their semi-transparent shapes wandering the fields and passing right through fences. The biggest problem with this is that they spook the other cows, of course, who stop producing milk and become very hard to manage. Maybe even these host cows are whisper-mooing to the live ones what will happen.
Then it starts happening with chickens, too.
The entire livestock farming industry is thrown into an uproar.

(We're going to completely ignore the religious implications that would turn it into something long and complicated.)

Eventually, the problem is solved by genetically mutating the livestock so that it is blind and deaf. Mankind has cheeseburgers and chicken fingers once again, and manages to easily herd the ghost animals into the ocean, where they get lost and hang out with the ghost tuna,