Getting dark by the time I'd finished. I didn't turn the lights on. Just sat there. Silence surrounded me although, in my mind, I could hear a cheer and an applause. My duty was over for the day. Tired and sleepy, I was.
Let me tell you something...there are three types of people in this world. One : The people who do good, the people who's lives are precious. Two: The horrible people out there, the ones that put humanity to shame, and three: the people created to clear the dirt of shame and evilness away from this world. This type of person...number three...has a duty and this duty is, to make everyone smile. Smile in both good and bad times. To keep that mouth and mind set in a positive view.
People think I'm mad, crazy and insane - but I think i'm unique, incompatible...contradictory...divergent. It's just, I like doing things in my own way. You know how people base imagination on reality? - well that's not exactly what I do. I base reality on imagination. When there are movies, people do things out of their imagination. That's what I do. But I do it better. Like horror films, each time someone is killed, mutilated, torn apart - I just get that precious idea... but that idea - I evolve it, make it more entertaining and let's just say...more intriguing.
Red. Oh! how beautiful that color is...it comes in many shades. I know so. I see it everyday. Sometimes on the wall, on the floor or even on the ceiling...but only if there was a struggle on the ceiling - but not all the time.
Main character in book have a saying or a motto or even a small catch phrase...I have one too, it goes like this "Don't cry because it happened, smile because it's over". Today there were no cries, only nine enchanting smiles. Nine souls who needed rest and guess what? - I gave them the rest the deserved.
Once I was isolated, my hunger grew for sending more souls to sleep, cleaning the world of the impurities. But today, I left my room. The room that alleviated my desire for sleeping souls and smiling people.
BANG! BANG! BANG!...what was that?....my heart is pumping, racing, rushing, longing to send more to sleep, but time is precious and right now...my duty is over. Soon my hunger will grow again and soon..I will creep behind each and every single one of them...and put them into an everlasting slumber.
I am your nightmare.
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Madness in my eyes
Short StoryThis is a monologue based on a psycho, I had to make for my English Assessment. I thought it was pretty good. Enjoy! like and comment