So many choices... So many words to choose from, infinitely more combinations, and somehow even more possible meanings...
I stare at the blank screen, watching the blinking line. I start to type, feeling the words flow from my mind and heart to my fingertips and onward onto the screen. I feel the walls growing up inside my mind, blocking the real world as I write, and I watch as a new world builds itself around me, starting as nothing more than blurs of color, but slowly gains form and detail.
Trees erupt from the grassy earth, stars and a moon glimmer and shine in the sky, and the sounds of creatures big and small start to echo from the forest.
People walk from the buildings hidden by the trees and a story starts to form. The main characters meet, the antagonist starts to cause problems, a minor character dies. The main characters go through the classic hero's journey, and the story finally reaches its climax. The antagonist is defeated. Or are they? The last few loose ends are tied up, and the story comes to a close.
Ever so slowly, I emerge from the world of my own creation, where I had lived at least halfway for near a year. I sit in silence for nearly an hour, simply staring at the screen, watching the line blinking to show where the final period fell.
I would never see him again.
The sentence I chose for my final line was chosen for a specific reason. One that even I no longer knew. Either way, it was perfect. It was the perfect end to the story that I had created.
The next day, I open my laptop once more and begin to type.
YOU ARE READING
Glitches in My Code
القصة القصيرةThis is mostly short stories that I come up with. There might be romance, letters, sci-fi, fantasy, any combination of the aforementioned things and anything else I can't think of right now. I also use this "story" to experiment with different thing...
