Short Stories

Virtuousness

Virtuousness : A Mystery [SHORT STORY]

In this unknown world of mine, nothing is impossible.

Nothing was there first. Nothing owned everything. That was until my mind escaped its barriers and wandered to Nothing's World.

I thought that his world was too dark, too inexistent and was dull. So I made things glitter, made things own sheen and beauty; made things to my very own liking. With my imaginative mind I began to place Love, Happiness and Contentment in. I threw more Understanding, Light and Smiles.

But I myself thought that I want to walk in there. Because in the world that I live in, too much violence and envy and jealousy had contaminated it. All I want is Peace and Love. Simply put as a perfect world.

But it never occurred to me that this perfect world of mine would be subject to intrusion to another mind. This mind was troubled: confused, angry and somewhat lost. I offered help, but I was swatted back with dark force. I realized that this mind contained Nothing's revenge.

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I scourged the world that this intruder had done.

Her world was true perfect, too much of color and too much of the happiness that I wanted to leave away from.

In the first place, I didn't even know why every time I close my eyes, all that I would see would be her and her perfect world.

She was too innocent. Too imaginative and Fate must have wanted me to ruin this world and let her know what the true world is. I must tell her that not everything could bend to her will.

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His mind was full of the anger and hatred that I had always felt in reality. Why can't he just leave me alone?

A spirit like me has more power than a mortal. But his dark force is too much for me. Slowly, the world that I had dreamed of faded into the darkening twilight of my gasping mind.

Must I die looking through a reflective glass that shows how my dream die as cancer eat through me? surely, a small part of him feels pity for me.

But suppose that he doesn't?

I cannot die yet. Dreams that I still haven't reached are waiting for me...

but, but...