glacian

Here you go folks, a short story for you about life in a way. a strange interpretation that i just wrote:

Truth

“Thoughts mean nothing,” Spoke the voice of an eerily familiar voice. The voice itself seemed to resonate through whatever strange hallow place that it had inhabited. It also echoed through the skull like a million tiny pieces trying to escape. The skull it rebounded through was not your skull, nor mine, but the skull of a young man, laying prone on a stretched rusty surface.
Pushing himself up the young man surveyed his surroundings. There was clearly nothing but a black and rusted oblivion and nothingness. The surface was rusty in feel and appearance but none of the red seemed to rub off on his hands as he hoisted himself to his feet. A puff of breath swept out of his mouth and took in a very stale taste. With a peculiar stare, his green eyes tried their best to accept the new, strange, place.
Scratching his scalp through a head of brown hair, he began to create a reason for being here. The last thoughts he could remember were laying himself down to sleep after a long rough day. And now, this place; could it be a dream? What else could such a surreal state form itself from?
Before anything more could be said, the voice returned to remind the young man that he was not alone, “You understand, so little. But you have tried so very hard to aspire to something you have never allowed yourself to be.” This time the voice was clearer and more defined, but the gender was tough to decipher.
“Who-” The young man began to question as his surroundings changed. With a folding upright and in on itself, the entire rusted layout became nothing. Darkness encapsulated him. Every side was completely empty. The feeling of being utterly alone would soon flee from his thoughts as something new came into place. Eight tubes, each filled with an ornately colored liquid began to appear. Just as the tubes became relevant, they were occupied by more than just the liquid. Fleshy creatures grew within, each becoming its own and taking on its own personification.
“Here you go,” spoke the voice again, “The things you claim to cherish, finally here and yours.”
“This isn’t how I wanted it to-” The young man was cut short again.
“Silence, child, you will have plenty of time to talk once you know who you are.”
Just as soon as the gentle command emerged, the young man began to feel something new: a feeling, not one of emotional magnitude, but one of physical nature. Through the black abyss the man fell and turned is head downward to face whatever it was that he would be heading for. The moment he did so a speck of light began to glow. As it glowed it also grew until it started to hold its own colors. A rich brown was accompanied by a deep, enchanting, blue. The sight soon became obvious that there was a body of water nearing. The young man would soon be freefalling into it.
Before cresting the still pool, all the young man could ponder was what the outcome could be. Is the water deep enough to dive? Even so, would it be safe from such a distance? Could he survive such a collision? These thoughts and all others had no time to pervade his mind as he hit the cool feeling of refreshment.
A sigh heaved through his body as he began to slow and sink through the pool which appeared deeper than the ocean. The slowing stopped and he looked to the rippling top of the water, some sort of light was shining through and a new physical feeling emerged, this time closely followed by emotion.
His flesh began to burn and his insides screamed with agony, just as he would if he were on the surface. The water started to seethe into his lungs and push down upon his body. A bleeding feeling flowed through every piece of him as he rapidly struggled to surface.
Breaking through the thin sheathe of the ever settling surface, he forced himself onto the thick, muddy banks. The thick and wet mud was like acid to the touch and he screamed with rage as water emerged from his mouth and lungs. Spitting and Sputtering he gasped for air which tasted like cold steel blades piercing his tongue and throat. Turning sharply and ungracefully, he peered into the suddenly calm water. A reflection of him became utterly clear and visible the moment he made eye contact with himself.
His eyes were bloodshot and vibrantly green with pain and rage. His hair was soaked and mud spattered. His face was pale and sagging. That is when he noticed the gaps in his skin. Rotted holes ate through his cheeks and the teeth beneath were crusted and decayed. His bottom jaw was exposed with bone and bled slowly. His shoulders sagged as well and led to a twisted and deformed left arm that ended in claws that were once delicate fingers. His right arm was gone at the shoulder joint and had a phantom of darkness protruding as a non detailed figure ending in a misty hand. His legs were bent and quite rotted as he stood there, plagued and empty with his entrails exposed.
The voice returned from behind him and said, “You have become almost everything you try not to be. This is you, filled with sin, composed of wrongs and ignorance. Many people wind up this way, in their own way. Can you accept what you are?”
Finally given a chance to speak, the young man gritted his pain-filled teeth and slopped up a vomit of blood as he struggled to motivate his jaw to speak, “No, I cannot. How could I have become such a, such a demon?”
“You think you are a demon, my child?”
“I guess so,” The young man stated as he turned from the pool and wallowed through the mud to the edge of the nothing that was there behind him where the voice came from. “I don’t really know what else to call myself. It is obvious that I am nothing, just a fool; a worthless liar. Where did I go wrong?”
“Ah, my son, you are still so ignorant,” Said the voice as it began to feel more comforting, “These mistakes of yours may accumulate and eat through you as a wretched disease. It is your ignorant ability to contain all the feelings and problems that each mistake creates that make one small problem grow into a chain of ever bigger ones. You fight within yourself and with others so much that you lose your head. You perpetuate your own downfall from your being closed. You give the correct words to your thought and sometimes to others, but you rarely act upon it. That is what creates such an ugly soul.”
After the short lecture the tubes appeared again, but the one with a bright clear liquid was now in front and the figure inside was slipping out of the bottom, drenched in the bright substance. It was a female figure that floated just past the edge of the mud and without the tube, appeared crucified in the darkness.
“The darkness in you is not the enemy,” Said the voice, returning to its speech, “You have lost your way plenty of times, my son, and now you have began to lose the things you love. Even the potential ones that might just love you back. It may be a rough world out there, but there is a big difference between conforming into it, fighting it, and having the will to change it. Each may go hand in hand at certain moments, but being able to follow your instinct and acting upon your feelings without a second thought is the key to understanding. But this time, I regret, you may have lost everything.”
With a teary look the young man peered at the feminine figure whose head was bowed and limp between its raised shoulders. He reached out to her with his twisted left hand and gently caressed her face; leaving small gashed with his brutal fingers. No blood emerged and he knew that she, like the other tube people, had perished.
With a struggled gulp of anguish he asked the voice, “Can this be changed?”
A short silent moment separated the question with the answer, “You can change everything. Look around you.”
The young man turned to see the mud had become a grassy field full of flowers and life, and his body had returned to normal. As he took in the sweet scents and tastes of life, he turned back to the voice.
Before he could speak the girl and the tubes were gone as well as the field beneath his feet and he was once again alone in the dark.
“You first have to learn to free yourself, from your cage. Free yourself from your prison within your mind.”


Thanks for reading,let me know what you think!
-Dylan