One-off Stories

The Void

9/13
He winced, jabbing a finger against the cloth, sticky with red. It should heal, so long as he stops disturbing it.
He shifted on his small area of land. It's small, being ten feet wide and thirteen feet long. It only consisted of dirt, and grass. This small piece of land is the only place he'll ever be seeing again.
He grabbed from the side of him a small styrofoam box. He opened it up, a meal of steak and broccoli. He stared at it hungrily, as he licks his lips.
A flick of his wrist, and the broccoli twigs was tossed out into the infinite cold void touching against his area of land. The broccoli sizzled and disappeared all at once.
He used his bloody hands to eat the steak, a satisfied smile on his face. But that smile died as he looked at the void.
He turned around, glancing wryly at the small spike of metal in the dirt. It's the only thing keeping this land satisfied. He slowly turned around again, glaring hollowly at the indefinite black.
Without food, water, or entertainment, the man sat there staring.
"Stare long enough into the void, and the void stares back into you..." He mutters. That didn't ever make sense to him, but now he understood. Stare loneliness and depression in the face, and it'll stare back at you. Ignorance is bliss.
Sadly, for this man he wasn't that. Ignorant. He liked to think, and he thought hard about what's happening before this. He stood up, and walked to the metal spike, as he sat besides it. He picked at the grass, a sorry sigh trailing. There was nobody that survived, and that's all he knew. His glance turned to look at the spike.
His hand drifted out, and grabbed the base. With one swift tug, the spike was pulled from the dirt.
And then the void swallowed him.