Words

a short little thing about a king who's lost everything except his memories and his pen

Words. Many, many words.

They are his only companions now. The rest of time may have crashed, but not his words. They, and his memories remained, and for this he was grateful.

Many pages now surround him, whereas before he only had one. At first he found it hard to begin, for where was the proper beginning of the story? Was it his first look into those green eyes? Or was it the first time that sweeping hand had presented his future kingdom to him? This pressing issue made him stop and think hard for a long time, but eventually words made their way onto the paper. He had decided to begin at the very first event in the long timeline of his history. His birth.

Of course he wouldn’t be able to remember it himself, but he had kept to heart his mother’s stories and his father’s accounts, and he filled in the gaps with these added words from other people’s mouths. 

He soon continued on from that event, time flowing through the ink of his pen and recreating the memories into the written words. Sometimes, he wrote slowly, other times like there was no alternative. Some he considered leaving out, but in the end he wrote about them all.

Other times, he’d take a break from these written accounts of his history, to another pile of papers. His letters.

Even now, he had long conversations with his loved one. He recounted countless memories, and told her what he had done in the day, and how much he wanted her how everything had changed.

He signed each letter off with a kiss, and put them in a large box that he kept near him at all times.

To one looking on, it is obvious that the end of this man would be when his papers ran out, and his ink no longer flowed. For now, at least, there seemed no end to both. For now, the capturing of memories and sealing kisses would continue.

Reviews

[Veltar]

I like the words you choose, not the obvious wordings all the time. Sometimes it does come off a bit forced ("he had kept to heart his mother’s stories"), but it's not disturbing.

It makes me want to know more, some small parts about events in his life would be fun to read. But not especially necessary, at this point it's something my mind can wander about.

[Alice]

Thank you for your comments!
I'll attempt to continue this some time later.