Short Stories By Yours Truly.

A Place No One Knows

It was dark and cold, filled with nothing. All my senses; sight, sound, taste, touch, were locked away in a place that I could not reach. But did I want to reach them? There was no escape, but did I want to escape? There was no knowledge of anything outside of this feeling or lack of. It was comfortable and safe. It was a place that entranced me with the potential it held but also enslaved me to its hold. A hold I was never destined to break. But then again, did I really want to break it?

The chilling abyss haunted my existence and petrified my thoughts. It kept a hold on me I did not know it had. And who was I to question it? I wasn't a deity or a primordial being. Here I had no power. I wielded no weapon for either offence or defence. Here I was no hero. I did not have the power to write my own story or create my own destiny. Here I was just a pawn without control. Nothing ever came or went, nothing ever changed. The darkness was eternal, and I had no choice but to cope and live with the frigid nothingness.

Then one day, a light shimmered into existence. Where did it come from? Can I touch it? I reached for it, but it was not within my ability, nor my destiny to know what it meant. So, I gave up. But the light did not. It got bigger and bigger and bigger until it blinded the sight I didn't know I had and expelled the darkness from its home. And with the darkness gone, the light was able to take its place. When I regained my sight, what I had witnessed changed what I thought I knew.

The weight that the darkness held was so immense that it prevented anything else from existing in the same place. I was afraid that the light would be the same, but it was not. It created more room for things only possible in dreams. Dreams were a concept that had been strange to me for a long time before the light came in. I never used to think I could be somewhere other than where I was by just imagining it. After indulging in the wonders that the light brought with it, I seem to be spending much of my time thinking and creating worlds, and pathways, and people, and adventures that I never knew could exist.

What was this feeling? I would speak and the mountains would move, I would blink, and the trees would sway, I breathe, and the oceans would rise. Here I could do anything. And so, I did anything. I climbed to the top of the tallest tree, Hyperion, and when I jumped from it, I did not touch the ground, no. When I jumped, I flew through the silvery clouds, shimmering just after a storm of rain and lightning. The ground below was lush and green, and the valleys were a sea of color from hundreds of flowers that I could not name. Only a few I could. Closing my eyes, I could feel the warm breeze pass by me. It was never in a rush to complete its course, so sometimes, it stayed with me. It took me to places that I knew couldn't exist out of the light. Caverns filled with wonders, islands that drifted through the seas, mountains that floated high above the ground, and doors that guard tales and stories untold to anyone outside of the light.

The stories that were hidden deep within the secrets that the light has kept for me begged to be known and shared. But if I do share them, will anyone listen? Will anyone care? But what did that matter if they cared? Perhaps they were trapped in their own darkness, not knowing that there is a way out. Not knowing that there is something more than an endless abyss of black. Maybe it was my responsibility - no, my destiny - to show others to the light, to something better. Maybe, just maybe, I was meant to help show the potential of even just a little bit of imagination. Because even the slightest hope or the smallest of dreams can set you free.

Here, in the stories untold, I decide who I am. Here I am not afraid to be who I want to be and say what I want to say. Here no one can tell me that I am right, or I am wrong. Here, in this place and this moment, anything can happen. Here... here I am free.