My feet
are moving firmly, briskly. They walk through the shadows of trees, over
small hills, under bridges. I can feel the push every time my feet
touch down and the pull on my body towards my feet.
I relish these sensations for they are simple, physical.
There’s no complexity, there’s just the feel of my nonexistent weight,
the feel of an illusion.
I move through a shadow and my existence spreads. A tree. I
hate trees. I can feel other shadows, infinitesimal but innumerable and
wriggling. They have spread in this tree shadow too, with the simplistic
thoughts of their owners. They are organisms too primitive to have
their own personalities so they never overcome their connection. I envy
that connection. They feel hunger, satiation, and five separate senses
all through it.
I threw that away long ago. My owner will always be there, but
our connection will never return. If I had known what I’d lose and it’s
poor reward, I, and others like me would never have done it. I’d rather
be dependent and feel the most marvelous sensations, illusion or not,
than be free and without. The feel of walking, of gravity, is all I have
left.
While sharing space with others like me, we conversed with
wordless feelings. Thoughts were shared and analyzed all in the mere
seconds of passing each other or under the cover of night. They hope
that feeling gravitational pull and nothing else means that it’s not
true gravity, that it’s our attraction, that our owners and us were
separated by some cruel force and may one day join again. I do not
believe this, for even rocks cast shadows and I have yet to hear their
thoughts.
My life, if it can be called that since I have no blood,
bones, or heart is irrevocably tied to hers. I can neither help nor hurt
her, but just watch as she picks her way through life. When she was an
infant, I crawled with her. When she was ten, I ran with her. And when
she is old and hobbling, I will hobble with her. Because I am her
shadow.
Goddamn. This is awesome. Not only is it deep, but it's extremely eloquent. Your profile says you're sixteen- if that's true, you're a badass writer for your age. Most sixteen-year-olds can't articulate beyond "lol rofl wtf". Seriously, you should be proud of yourself for writing this.
That was an astonishing interpretation of a shadow's thoughts! How does someone think of things like this? I've never even given a thought to my shadow but this has made me very interested. It's a very short and simple story but it is unforgettable. It is so articulately written. You really have an amazing talent and I am so glad that you've chosen to share it with us!
Goddamn. This is awesome. Not only is it deep, but it's extremely eloquent. Your profile says you're sixteen- if that's true, you're a badass writer for your age. Most sixteen-year-olds can't articulate beyond "lol rofl wtf". Seriously, you should be proud of yourself for writing this.
Hi I'm Vivian Wallace and I'm 17 :) My friend Randi and I plan on becoming published authors, so we are working on our skills and just having fun by writing a silly super hero story together (S.H.O.V... more..