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It happened; the end of the world didn't begin any sooner than it ended. There was no warning, no sign of impending demise. Not even a single death throe graced the mighty Earth. It ended.
Just.
Like.
That.
Time was irrelevant--time was a perception of human sense, to pass between bridges of activity. With no brides, time lost its purpose.
That's what we'd done--all of us, be it millworkers, miners, show hosts, farmers, or even unborn children.
It's amazing how the more we searched for our purpose, the further we strayed from the truth beneath our very feet. Our purpose and mission. To be.
Potential. Compassion. Any dream we could dream we were meant to pursue. But when made too easy, when no incentive presented itself, we festered in our cushioned existence. We never saw the end coming.
Even if we could... we would never look for it.
I told you once, didn't I? What it was like to stand in eternity? The dream we all used to seek. Immortality.
And I stood long at the edge of the abyssal void of forever before I returned to you, and begged you to come with me.
I strode up to you, at a small cafe, I think. And I told you of my journey to deathlessness. And you stared at me, and called me insane.
Perhaps.
Perhaps I was. But my insanity didn't stop me from begging you to reconsider. As the men in white carried me away.
Locked me in a cell. Away from everyone. It's not healthy on a mind, this isolation. But had I stayed free, I'd still feel broken. Broken like my wrist under this slate from the ceiling. Like the chains of mortality I'd shattered long ago. I believe if any of you had survived, you'd beg my forgiveness in the knowledge I was right. But what comfort I would feel in that triumph has all but evaporated. What comfort would I gain from being right, when there's no one here to know it. I am truly.
Hopelessly.
Correct.
Just.
Like.
That.
Time was irrelevant--time was a perception of human sense, to pass between bridges of activity. With no brides, time lost its purpose.
That's what we'd done--all of us, be it millworkers, miners, show hosts, farmers, or even unborn children.
It's amazing how the more we searched for our purpose, the further we strayed from the truth beneath our very feet. Our purpose and mission. To be.
Potential. Compassion. Any dream we could dream we were meant to pursue. But when made too easy, when no incentive presented itself, we festered in our cushioned existence. We never saw the end coming.
Even if we could... we would never look for it.
I told you once, didn't I? What it was like to stand in eternity? The dream we all used to seek. Immortality.
And I stood long at the edge of the abyssal void of forever before I returned to you, and begged you to come with me.
I strode up to you, at a small cafe, I think. And I told you of my journey to deathlessness. And you stared at me, and called me insane.
Perhaps.
Perhaps I was. But my insanity didn't stop me from begging you to reconsider. As the men in white carried me away.
Locked me in a cell. Away from everyone. It's not healthy on a mind, this isolation. But had I stayed free, I'd still feel broken. Broken like my wrist under this slate from the ceiling. Like the chains of mortality I'd shattered long ago. I believe if any of you had survived, you'd beg my forgiveness in the knowledge I was right. But what comfort I would feel in that triumph has all but evaporated. What comfort would I gain from being right, when there's no one here to know it. I am truly.
Hopelessly.
Correct.
Literature
we shouldn't be so afraid of death
i waited for death to wrap his
frail hands around my neck and
feed me to the unknown
but he just took my hand, fingers
laced between my own
and smiled
Literature
Hearts Never Belong To Two
Brazen skin.
Under the cracks I see silk;
Rusted and darkened, breaking at the seams.
The feeling is similar, but within the grooves,
Running my fingers along a familiar plane, I become lost,
Confused;
Naked against the differences.
But I submerge deeper, looking for discrepancies.
Same eyes, same mouth, same voice:
Old-age antiquities, invaluable to me.
But the silver tongue doesn’t divert me.
Soft spoken,
Words pour into my ears.
Persuasion is the greatest weapon, lies like poison.
The bombardment insistent, the damage invisible.
But secrets float to the surface.
And hearts,
Beating blood or bile,
Never belong to two.
Literature
welcome to the real world
1. if someone invites you back to their place
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
don’t stress:
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna
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Hailo thar! This is a bit of flash fiction I whipped up on the grounds of being so swept up in my novel I felt I needed something to submit to tie my activities over for a brief while, as I continue to work. I don't want my profile to go stale, after all!
After all, now I've got you right where I want you!
Eh. The beginning is a collection of a few phrases I've had in my head for awhile, phrases I thought would make a pretty cool opening to something. I do that sometimes; hold random phrases in my mind and look for ways to put them into stuff!
One of the joys of being ADHD!!!!
Hope you enjoy! Favorite if ya feel, follow if ya feel.
Seey'allnxtime kthxbai.
After all, now I've got you right where I want you!
Eh. The beginning is a collection of a few phrases I've had in my head for awhile, phrases I thought would make a pretty cool opening to something. I do that sometimes; hold random phrases in my mind and look for ways to put them into stuff!
One of the joys of being ADHD!!!!
Hope you enjoy! Favorite if ya feel, follow if ya feel.
Seey'allnxtime kthxbai.
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