Hunted (one-off)
Hunted
This is just a one-off sort of short story I wrote when I felt motivated.. maybe a couple of years ago? It seemed better at the time, but I'm still gonna post it anyway.. oh well enjoy...
(567 words)
Hunted
It was bliss, I was bliss. But things happen, things change and I hardly believe things happen for a reason anymore. Although, morbidly, I do believe that things come as easy as they go. As I stared into the rich darkness, pondering whether or not to go ahead, I thought of my family, all that I had lost up to this date and this point, in my very history. Should I go east, maybe west? What difference will it make? Should a cruel fate arise of me if I go north or one in riches and in wealth if I go south? Will my journey come to avail no matter where I go....? Or stop no matter which path I descend upon? But this just a mere time waster, simply there for pessimists and ones who feel as if their journey was at an end. But as I look curiously into the aimless dark once again a whole new frame of mind was bestowed upon me. Finally I was ready to go, to leave everything behind that had ever mattered to me, after a life of nothing but hustle and bustle my solitary journey seemed pointless and stupid, but I knew it was what had to be done.
After an hour of pointless searching for nothing or no one in particular I came across an early morning sun beam, finally the heavens were beckoning after 11 hours if straight nothing. With what little light there was of the day so far I deciphered which path to go across, the thoughts of before still swimming in my mind. As my journey continued I wondered why, why had I never before noticed the land and how beautiful it was. The land that my ancestors were thriving on. All my life living in the 'big city' had I never realized how the hustle and bustle was consuming us all, it must take great hardship (and many pointless hours alone with just you and the land) to come across a thought as such, had my life really not been fulfilled? I'd always thought it was fine until I realized how superficial the whole lot was but enough now, it was time to sleep. Time to open my mind up to subconscious thoughts and glorious dreams, in whatever land my mind chose, with whoever it decided upon.
With beads of sweat pouring down my face I woke up in a flash. I could feel it. They were after me. It wasn’t my fault, but should they ever understand me? Would they listen to what I had to say, or maybe judge me by my coloured skin? It wasn’t my fault, I concluded, and over and over went through and recited my declaration speech.
They
What an inconspicuous name, meaning nothing and at the same time, everything! Showing endless possibilities of conclusion, who were they. They had their own lives, families and thoughts, but why hunt me?
After my cruel fate, under unforseen circumstances had arisen, I stopped dead in my tracks as I thought, just a minute. Who was I now? What was I? What was my age? Did I have a ‘classification’? Will I live long enough out here to even learn to know? But no that was a depressants thoughts, I would be victorious and reach my destination, no matter where that was and I WOULD succeed.
This is just a one-off sort of short story I wrote when I felt motivated.. maybe a couple of years ago? It seemed better at the time, but I'm still gonna post it anyway.. oh well enjoy...
(567 words)
Hunted
It was bliss, I was bliss. But things happen, things change and I hardly believe things happen for a reason anymore. Although, morbidly, I do believe that things come as easy as they go. As I stared into the rich darkness, pondering whether or not to go ahead, I thought of my family, all that I had lost up to this date and this point, in my very history. Should I go east, maybe west? What difference will it make? Should a cruel fate arise of me if I go north or one in riches and in wealth if I go south? Will my journey come to avail no matter where I go....? Or stop no matter which path I descend upon? But this just a mere time waster, simply there for pessimists and ones who feel as if their journey was at an end. But as I look curiously into the aimless dark once again a whole new frame of mind was bestowed upon me. Finally I was ready to go, to leave everything behind that had ever mattered to me, after a life of nothing but hustle and bustle my solitary journey seemed pointless and stupid, but I knew it was what had to be done.
After an hour of pointless searching for nothing or no one in particular I came across an early morning sun beam, finally the heavens were beckoning after 11 hours if straight nothing. With what little light there was of the day so far I deciphered which path to go across, the thoughts of before still swimming in my mind. As my journey continued I wondered why, why had I never before noticed the land and how beautiful it was. The land that my ancestors were thriving on. All my life living in the 'big city' had I never realized how the hustle and bustle was consuming us all, it must take great hardship (and many pointless hours alone with just you and the land) to come across a thought as such, had my life really not been fulfilled? I'd always thought it was fine until I realized how superficial the whole lot was but enough now, it was time to sleep. Time to open my mind up to subconscious thoughts and glorious dreams, in whatever land my mind chose, with whoever it decided upon.
With beads of sweat pouring down my face I woke up in a flash. I could feel it. They were after me. It wasn’t my fault, but should they ever understand me? Would they listen to what I had to say, or maybe judge me by my coloured skin? It wasn’t my fault, I concluded, and over and over went through and recited my declaration speech.
They
What an inconspicuous name, meaning nothing and at the same time, everything! Showing endless possibilities of conclusion, who were they. They had their own lives, families and thoughts, but why hunt me?
After my cruel fate, under unforseen circumstances had arisen, I stopped dead in my tracks as I thought, just a minute. Who was I now? What was I? What was my age? Did I have a ‘classification’? Will I live long enough out here to even learn to know? But no that was a depressants thoughts, I would be victorious and reach my destination, no matter where that was and I WOULD succeed.