I'm Sorry MomA Story by ProfessorPadillaIt has been a while since I've written something, but I wrote this after a night of drinking. I feel like it's good enough to be read and criticized, I hope you enjoy it.I think my mom's mad at me. I killed a man yesterday. I didn't see anything wrong with it; the man had no soul, he was just a moving body. He had become a rag-doll for the public, nothing more than a tool. I saw no point in him living anymore, I mean he wasn't alive to begin with. The connection he had to the universe was severed, and, in turn, no longer belonged here. Everyday he focused on feeding his body's needs, but, never his own. He became too focused on trying to LIVE, he forgot to be human. Now don't get me wrong, prior to yesterday, I had no reason to kill the man. Although his soul was weak, it was still there, alive and trying to become the host again to the disgusting self sufficient body it lived in. I had no right to kill a living-being, but, yesterday, when I looked him in the eyes, I saw nothing. His eyes were empty, as if the soul had given up trying to live. Once I saw that, I became scared. I pleaded to the man to not give up, but, he couldn't hear me anymore. It was as if I was talking to a moving car with no driver. As much as I could plead to a car to stop, it's in no control to stop itself. I knew keeping him alive would be too dangerous, for others and his own self. So, as a result, I killed him. I killed him with no remorse, for this world doesn't need a soulless body to continue living. I'm sorry mom.
-Him © 2015 ProfessorPadillaReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 10, 2015 Last Updated on November 12, 2015 Tags: philosophy, Dark, Self, Reality, short, story, short story AuthorProfessorPadillaOxnard, CAAboutHello everyone, I would like to apologize for absent these past 2 years. I've been trying to find myself and what I want to write about, well I believe I have found a new purpose for my writing an.. more..Writing
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