Short stories

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     He sat in his endless void, the white space hugging him like a blanket. The colorless space went for miles and miles with no end. He sometimes wondered how he got there. He thought and thought but to no avail. Trying to remember did no good, the closer he would get to remembering the more it would slip away. Almost like a dream. His dream of never ending loneliness.
He hated his "home." He loathed the creamy white that endlessly went on and on. Escaping crossed his mind more than once. He thought maybe there was more to this void. That though was thieved away from him after he gave up. He walked and walked and walked, nothing new, nothing colorful. So he sat. When he sat he realized this was no dream, it was his prison. His prison of loneliness and fear. He was tired of trying, tired of thinking, tired of living. His color soon faded; he matched the rest of his cell.
There he lay, colorless and dying. Ready to give in to death. "Oh goodness! Are you alright?" He heard from behind him. He turned around, looking closely at this new being. Full of color, that's for sure. "Are you real? Am I hallucinating?" He asked. He was sure nothing could ever exist here. "Well, I think I'm real for the most part. What about you? You're so pale you look like a ghost! Why are you lacking in color?" This person, who he assumed was a she, seemed real enough. Maybe he'd give in later. "Well, I think I'm real too. Not so sure about the color thing, I never really noticed before," he sighed. Looking down at his hands, his fingertips began gaining color. He shrugged and stood up. "Sooooo, since I don't know your name, I'll just call you fluffy." She smiled brightly. "What kind of name is that?" He complained. "A cute one! Here, you can call me princess!" She laughed. He shook is head. "I'll just call you..T." She held her hand over her mouth as she let out a laugh, "What kind of name is that?" He blushed light grey from embarrassment. "Well, if you don't like it too bad. I like it and I'm calling you that....okay?" He crossed his arms. "Alright, fluffy, if you want it that way then," She sneered back at him sarcastically. They both laughed and sat down.
     It had been too long since he had seen a face. He didn't even know what he looked like himself. They spent the rest of the time talking. Talking about ideas, ways they've tried to escape, etc. They found that neither of them cared about escaping. They agreed on spending the rest of their time together in the void. They were very happy, despite this, they had nothing to do. There was nothing left to talk about, and they both disliked it. So they came up with a new idea. T could paint wherever and whatever she wanted with her bare hands. So, she made blue red and yellow balls of paint. They began painting the void, adding color to the bleak white space.
     It gave them something to talk about, and they were pleased. Eventually, they had painted so far that they ran out of paint. They could no longer paint, in turn, no longer speak. There was nothing else to be spoken about. Fluffy didn't know what to do. If there was nothing to talk about, then it was pointless. Everything they created was pointless. Fluffy hated it, all he wanted was to speak. Eventually, T left. She left him to be alone.
When she took her leave, everything they created turned grey.
     Fluffy looked around the monochrome setting. How he despised the sight; all of their work thrown away as if it was all just pure garbage. He wanted to give up. However, something in his heart told him not to. It felt like fire erupting deep from within. He couldn't keep it in. It shot out of him.
He destroyed the painting, his rage blinding him.
     What had he done? Everything they worked for was destroyed. He fell to his knees, his hands weak and sore. He let rivers run from his Windows. He slammed his fists down. He destroyed his only happiness, his only delight, his only medicine. Fluffy slumped down, curling in on himself. He couldn't do it. He couldn't take the regret and pain.
Soon enough, he faded away. He gave in, greeting the grim fate we all have with a smile and welcoming arms.