I’ve always known I was different. I’ve always known I was unlike the others. Even as I was fed the truth, warmed beneath a blanket of normalcy, I have always known.
“...What if there was nothing? What would it look like?”
I thought that maybe I was marked. Maybe I was cursed, haunted, hypnotized. But I’m not. I have simply believed, I have believed in all of them: Monsters, Big Foot, the Boogie-Man, Paranormal Creatures, Ghosts, Slender Man & His Assistants. All of them. And who would have thought that believing was the simple task that brought them to life? And all along, we thought that believing would save us? Well, look again, because you’re not safe. None of you.
“...What if we are but an ant hill to some other species?”
They’ll come for you someday. They’ll stomp on you. They’ll rip and tear at your flesh, and you’ll love it.
“...And what about past lives?”
Those moments when you slur and accent your voice in ways you’ve never known how? Why is it that we cannot repeat them?
“...What is death?”
Because you will die. You have died. You are dead. You are alive. You are supernatural.
“...Are you afraid of the dark?”
I am. Darkness is tormenting. Darkness is real. (We’re all so damn afraid of reality.) Darkness is mind boggling. It’s when our souls awaken to a world of rejuvenation, because that’s all sleep really is. It wakes me up. It wakes me up to sleep all day. To recover from my latest crime. To conceal the evidence.
Because I am one of them. And I have always known.
"There's a place in the dark where the animals go, you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow. Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands, drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo" -MCR
I have this theory, where if you strip a person of all they own, of every meager possession, how they appear and how they carry themselves, and even ridding them of their outer identities.... and you go down so deep that you get to the core of the person and the person only, the real one, I believe that every human would be exactly the same. I feel like your entire prose passage here is sort of a way of recognizing that you, too are a human like all of the others.
I've wanted to write like this for awhile, just in sort of an "out there" way as you have here. Sometimes, the quality is better than even poetry because you just pour out your ideas.
One thing I want to comment on was your idea of the ant hole, in the sort of "horton hears a who" way. When you think about it, the world is sort of like that. Aren't we just a whole population of people who gather and cluster, only to separate and isolate again? I also like the idea of "nothing" and what would nothing look like? What WOULD nothing look like? Well, it depends. If you think about nothing in an everyday sense, you'd see it as blank sheets paper without words, but if you went all the way out, and thought: what if Earth was never created? What if the galaxies didn't exist? How can you picture a blank piece of paper, without even an Earth on which to stand and stare at the paper?
I like how you ended this: "because I am one of them. And I have always known". I can see this as sort of a preface for a book or a way to begin a movie. I find that your writing quality seems more descriptive when you don't feel as forced to construct it in rhythm or poetry. I like the way you have things pouring from your mind when you don't feel as forced or restrained.
This writing is like none other of which I have seen on this website. Very original and creative. It is extremely unique. Such a story is rare to come by on this site, and I'd like to congratulate you on this well-crafted work.
Wow, Liz. This... is fantastic. You've actually put one of my daydreams into words (twin powers?). Your word choice, coupled with the interjections of quotes... perfect. I absolutely love this!
"There's a place in the dark where the animals go, you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow. Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands, drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo" -MCR
I have this theory, where if you strip a person of all they own, of every meager possession, how they appear and how they carry themselves, and even ridding them of their outer identities.... and you go down so deep that you get to the core of the person and the person only, the real one, I believe that every human would be exactly the same. I feel like your entire prose passage here is sort of a way of recognizing that you, too are a human like all of the others.
I've wanted to write like this for awhile, just in sort of an "out there" way as you have here. Sometimes, the quality is better than even poetry because you just pour out your ideas.
One thing I want to comment on was your idea of the ant hole, in the sort of "horton hears a who" way. When you think about it, the world is sort of like that. Aren't we just a whole population of people who gather and cluster, only to separate and isolate again? I also like the idea of "nothing" and what would nothing look like? What WOULD nothing look like? Well, it depends. If you think about nothing in an everyday sense, you'd see it as blank sheets paper without words, but if you went all the way out, and thought: what if Earth was never created? What if the galaxies didn't exist? How can you picture a blank piece of paper, without even an Earth on which to stand and stare at the paper?
I like how you ended this: "because I am one of them. And I have always known". I can see this as sort of a preface for a book or a way to begin a movie. I find that your writing quality seems more descriptive when you don't feel as forced to construct it in rhythm or poetry. I like the way you have things pouring from your mind when you don't feel as forced or restrained.
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