A Story I Wrote That I Think is Cruddy

It may just be me, but it kinda sucks. Anyway, enjoy nonetheless.


The corner of the room faded into the shadows. It had been doing that a lot lately. I don’t know why but every time I see it, the loss of the once glorious and radiant room, my heart stings with sorrow. The toys of my ever distant childhood lay sprawled out on the pearl floor, their once joyous eyes being slowly dissipated. The darkness had been affecting them as well. Not just them. Everything about me was being destroyed, ripped apart, and decimated by these creeping shadows. My memories could no longer be recalled happily, my head started to burn and scream countless curses in pain, and my heart was thrusting the knife of suffering into its warm core. I was lost down the path of pain. I began walking to the door, its abstract stained glass windows extending toward infinity. The diamond chandelier danced left and right, the vast array of crystals shimmering in the remaining light of the room. As I walked out, I gazed back at the room, the warmth of child-like innocence fading into nothing but a mere chill. It was then that I abandoned the old memories of my youth.

Water crashed against the cold iron bars of my mind. I had wandered into the room where my dreams were stored. Images moved left, right, up, down and in all sorts of twisted directions. One particular image stood out more than the others. It had been a dream I had not only yesterday. In it, I was sitting upon a golden throne with furious red curtains extending out into the ceiling. I had on a black suit, whose golden buttons refracted the light of the candles. Before me, people were aligned in rows of thirteen bowing, serving, and praising everything about me. I was king, no, god of these lowly people, whose existences were nothing more than wasted space. The dream flew upward, returning to its home in the far reaches of my mind. A small tear fell down the corner of my eye. I cursed silently, wiping the infuriating tear from my face. Why does this have to happen, I thought while transitioning into the next room.

Hollow. Empty. That was what I thought when I entered this room, the final room. Nothing was there but the shadows that stalked me. For some reason, these shadows were stronger than those I previously encountered. It probably had to do with the nature of this room, whose interior was devoid of anything. This must be the end, I thought, memories of recent events spiraling before my eyes. “I don’t know what to do”, “Who do you think you are”, “We were never anything!” I fell to the floor, my eyes stinging with hot tears that fell to the ground with great haste. My ears were berated by these phrases, phrases of pure hatred and destruction. “I don’t know what to do anymore! Everything is to out of control; I’m losing everyone I care about. Someone, anyone, lead me to truth! What should I do?” I screamed my crying now turned into wild fits of hysteria and madness. “Destroy it all.” I stopped my screaming, and gazed into the shadows, where a dark figure stood. “Destroy everything that brings you pain. Take my hand,” the figure said coolly, sticking out their right hand. “I will make the pain go away.” My eyes went blank as I obeyed the figure’s hypnotic call. When I grabbed their hand, everything went away, as I became a slave to the dark.