Why? Why is it that in such a large universe of unknowable secrets that we were thrown onto a rock... All alone... in the middle of it? Lonely. That is truly the only word to describe the human mind. Such a pitiful thing really... We're so lonely and frightened that we spend day after day after day distracting ourselves from the inevitable future and instead look to what we have created. Ah, yes, creation... Beautiful, is it not? The ability to make something of your very own, no matter what, straight from an idea. But it also comes with downsides. As I've said... Creations can distract humans from the fact that one day it will not matter what we all make. It will be erased... Swept clean... Thrown away... So why bother? Why create? Well... It makes things interesting. It makes our existence a little more bearable to remember that we were smart enough to do that wonderful thing... Create. Never stop creating. No matter how small. You are, in a way, putting down your piece of history in this world. And that is somehow truly amazing.
( this is more of a philosophy rather than a story, but still. )
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The Author's Stories
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories I've written that I decided I wanted to share. Most of these are angst. They aren't connected, I wrote almost all of them individually except the Stage stories.
