I am falling.
I have been falling for. . . oh, I don’t even know any more. A few million years? It doesn’t even matter; time is meaningless in the infinite.
There’s really not much of a story to tell. I was just sitting at home, there was a pain in my chest, and I was falling. At first I just started screaming, and waited for my skull to shatter on the ground. Didn’t happen. It was a few days later when I finally realized this might not be ending any time soon. I didn’t do anything wrong, I didn’t do anything right; I didn’t do anything.
And yet I am falling.
I can see nothing but the empty blackness of whatever I am falling down.
I can hear nothing but the air whizzing past my ears. (I suppose there must be air down here; wherever “here” is)
I can smell nothing except my decaying and withered body.
I can feel my skin, fractured and broken, some parts of me worn away into nothingness by the fall. I’ve gotten used to the pain. It’s more interesting than the eternity of nothing, I suppose.
Screaming? I gave that up after a century or two. No point. Not that there’s much else to do.
Maybe I’ll die one day. Whatever awaits me there has to be better than this.
Really, the only thing that actually scares me at this point is that I’m already dead.
Credit To – Bennings
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Pretty good IMO. Not real creepy or anything but as a short story in general, it was quite well written, interesting story choice and generally paced well. Enjoyable, 8/10.
Are you open to this story being narrated? I like the way it flows.
this is, indeed, quite spooky and very creative, keep up the good work!
It’s called oblivion. It’s where you go when something in the world is re-written that causes you to no longer exist. Once a soul is created it cannot be destroyed so they have to put you somewhere. Everyone you ever knew has no idea who you are.
P.S. Awesome story.
@people who don’t get the line: It’s about cessation of existence after death.
Anyway: this was a pretty nice short story! 8/10!
He died. Sounds like it may have been a heart attack. As soon as he dies he starts falling. He’s not sure whats happening so he wishes for death but he is dead already. Hell maybe? IDK.
The last line was a bit confusing, I think it just means that if he’s already dead, then he’ll be like that forever, which is what scares him. Overall I think it’s pretty scary, the way reality can just screw and have you falling forever. Pretty freaky and abstract, I like it. 8/10
Nice little micropasta! You did a good job making every word count. It makes me wonder though, after centuries of falling, would someone still feel the sensation of falling or would they be inured to it? Anyway, that’s just a thought that popped into my mind as I was reading; I don’t see it as a flaw in the story. I give this a 9/10, because it’s not easy painting a picture like this in so few words.
This is what you call “an extended metaphor written in a few paragraphs.” At least that’s what I call it (emphasis on I). You see,this is a religious paradox. This is due to the fact that religions-every major religion- speaks about reincarnation-may it be heaven,hell or even as another being. However,in religions that people follow,it is not stated,atleast explicitly,that the state after death is oblivion. Thats what makes this a delectable pasta.
You are aware how fiction works, right?
Hmmm….okay. There’s potential for you. The writing was good. Keep writing. :)