Weeeell, a happy birthday to me, I suppose. I had some plans for the day, but sadly, I couldn't quite accomplish what I had planned. The idea was to write a complete short-story as a way of redeeming myself, so to speak. I wanted the day to be extremely productive as I usually sit and reflect on the past year whenever my birthday approaches, but yeah, this time wasn't a success, nor a complete failure, if I say so myself. My friends and family have made this day a bit more lighthearted, and I appreciate that, truly. However, I still am going to keep working on this short-story for now. I have been invested in another longer work, and I admit that I miss my old days of writing. Poetry, too, must be practiced soon -- I miss it wholeheartedly. I also miss showing my written pieces to my former professor, so that's that.
Anyways, this short-story is based on a dream I had weeks ago, and it really affected me. I would even say I couldn't get over it, and so I thought turning it into a story would be a good way to conquer it. Here's a teaser from the short-story titled Silence...
Anyways, this short-story is based on a dream I had weeks ago, and it really affected me. I would even say I couldn't get over it, and so I thought turning it into a story would be a good way to conquer it. Here's a teaser from the short-story titled Silence...
“I’m dead, damn
it!” I ran through the debris of what were once houses of happy families. The
end was following me; it kept me on its radar. I couldn’t hide anymore. What I
saw around me was destruction… abused bodies, violence, and fire all over.
Greenery no longer existed. Our world was now a barren land covered in the
blood of the weak.
“Halt, you bastard! You’re under arrest,” shouted the voice that
followed me, repeatedly. I closed my eyes, as I ran towards my funeral — the
area of voices and noise — I was going to be the easiest catch in history.
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