A Collection of Short Stories

Purple Dust

A cure for sleep has been found, by taking a cheap pill people no longer need to sleep. You opted to continue sleeping, A year after the release of the pill people who use it are starting to behave strangely.

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The old factory was completely dark with the exception of a single light that dangled over the office at the far end of the building. Like a moth, he could sense it as it called him to it. Beckoning Gizmo to find answers, to finally understand what the world had become.

"If your reading this, then you are like me. I cant explain whats happened , perhaps you could if we ever met."

Gizmo Jones had never seen anything like it. The way the world that once shown so bright , full of ideas and potential had gone dark and dull.

"Something about the Purple Dust had always been so complex to me, that humans who had been constantly evolving now no longer needed to sleep? It sounded as preposterous, yet everyone jumped at the chance to live just a little more."

The Purple Dust?

Gizmo crouched, untying his shoe before reaching in to grab the violet capsule, holding it between his ring finger and his thumb , he had never known the name of this little thing. But now that he did? Everything felt more real then it ever had before.

"Humanity. We had many downfalls, but i never expected it to turn us to this."

Truth be told, Gizmo didn't know much about what had happen. One day he just remembered waking up to an empty hospital , some nurses scattered along the floor surrounded by their own scarlet puddles.

He tried finding the others like him before he had left the ward , but unable to find anyone, he left , finding a half emptied container he remembered every nurse having. Back at the ward, him and his friends used to call them Lilacs because Cindy heard one of the nurses say it smelled like a flower and tasted as sweet as it smelled.

"We had become monsters, more so then ever before"

The first thing he remembered were the eyes, bloodshot and empty.

Next were the veins, black and bulging out of his sisters neck , if you could still call the beast that.

"And I pray that one day I can walk among them without fear of being killed, or worse- becoming like them; but i know that day is far and i am to old to wait. So without another thing to say, I have an extra bullet in the chamber if you choose to do the same."

Gizmo looked to the chair he'd tried to ignore, staring at the gun in the mans stiff knuckles. Despite the fact he'd considered it before, he just couldn't bring himself to loose all hope.

So he left with the note in his pocket and the Gun in his backpack, just in case.

Mumbling the end of the letter in a loop.

"Sincerely, Edward Xavier Jones"