So, I decided to try a challenge where I took three random words (which I got from selecting random words from other stories) to write a short sort of story/description. It's kind of abstract but here it is. My words were Waiting, Booming, and Nothing. The words I capitalized were capitalized on purpose because of their emphasis in the world of this character who has so little in his or her life. Anyway, enjoy.
The sound of Nothing is intense. It shatters my mind and crushes my soul, draining all human out of me, penetrated only by the memory of the Booming explosions that had blossomed, two or three, or perhaps 600 days before.
I was waiting. Waiting for Nothing. There would be Nothing left.
It was over and I knew it. I would kill myself for the greater good and victory over the tedious drone of unaltered existence, and go out honorably, but I lacked the skills and resources.
Nothing was made up of the color white. It was the inside of a sphere, smooth and impossibly unremarkable in every sense of the word. It was impossible to define one part from the next.
Nothing was so silent, that it got inside of me and silenced even my thoughts.
Nothing kept my bound so I could not move, even in my prison. This was done not by physical bindings, but some type I’d forgotten.
Nothing hollowed my eyes, stretched my face, and brought me an inch from starvation with flavorless, colorless liquids through tubes I could not feel as my only resource.
Hope does not exist in Nothing. Hope needs Inspiration.
The only thing that kept me sane was the Booming. It abated for long periods of time, although I couldn’t estimate how long due to my loss of all sense of time and space. When it came, it bounced off the walls of the inside of my head, skull-splitting in volume, its purpose forgotten but the guilt a lingering little stench.
I’m waiting. I’ll wait forever. But there is Nothing to wait for.
So, I decided to try a challenge where I took three random words (which I got from selecting random words from other stories) to write a short sort of story/description. It's kind of abstract but here it is. My words were Waiting, Booming, and Nothing. The words I capitalized were capitalized on purpose because of their emphasis in the world of this character who has so little in his or her life. Anyway, enjoy.
The sound of Nothing is intense. It shatters my mind and crushes my soul, draining all human out of me, penetrated only by the memory of the Booming explosions that had blossomed, two or three, or perhaps 600 days before.
I was waiting. Waiting for Nothing. There would be Nothing left.
It was over and I knew it. I would kill myself for the greater good and victory over the tedious drone of unaltered existence, and go out honorably, but I lacked the skills and resources.
Nothing was made up of the color white. It was the inside of a sphere, smooth and impossibly unremarkable in every sense of the word. It was impossible to define one part from the next.
Nothing was so silent, that it got inside of me and silenced even my thoughts.
Nothing kept my bound so I could not move, even in my prison. This was done not by physical bindings, but some type I’d forgotten.
Nothing hollowed my eyes, stretched my face, and brought me an inch from starvation with flavorless, colorless liquids through tubes I could not feel as my only resource.
Hope does not exist in Nothing. Hope needs Inspiration.
The only thing that kept me sane was the Booming. It abated for long periods of time, although I couldn’t estimate how long due to my loss of all sense of time and space. When it came, it bounced off the walls of the inside of my head, skull-splitting in volume, its purpose forgotten but the guilt a lingering little stench.
I’m waiting. I’ll wait forever. But there is Nothing to wait for.
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It was really entertaining and I enjoyed how it came out.
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