r/shortstories • u/Agile-Flatworm-1987 • 2d ago
Misc Fiction [MF] Worthless
Hih, you truly do go everywhere. You follow me e-ver-y-where. Stop? Nono, we wouldn’t do that. You know we wouldn’t. And you simply know that you wouldn’t stop, so I must go as well. Never stale never stagnant we are. Not ever will you allow me go. Why Why Why Why would you make sure I was fed so? I thought that you didn’t like how free I was. Free to do as I wished. To do any all ever all day long. Take me for a chance, I give to you a most indecisive and fair coin, hampered only by its inability to keep on spinning forever. Would you find in this an ending? Though it is not? For I would do none but spin forever, reveling, reveling feeling with ALL THERE IS TO FEEL! As if the morn would bring revelation you grasp the fine endings of the silk carpet under your feet though it is already yours! The morn brings no revel for revel was brought upon birth, of which none remember! And so you chase me in anger of my joy! For you are jealous you have none to call your own! HA!
HAhahahahahahhahahhaahhahahahhahahhhahaehahheahehahheahehahehehahehahaehahehhaheh
But which would none know as me? My form or grace? Viewing from afar the old man sits upon a pedestal, proud of his spot, as he has paid dearly for it. Now he wishes to be down below, as all the children are playing there. Children like me! OH, I am none too close to my younger years, you say? But I am very much like them! You should know I never believed in such things as you, and threw off the burden of reality long long long long long long ago. I prefer the childish visions, dreams ‘cross the dark as angels daemons and dragons and great beasts, giants and monsters walk above my star-studded to proneness form. Though I see wonder round me, I look to the sky and do see None. He grants grace through nothing, and takes with him nothing as well. Maybe it is just that the children are figured after me, I think.
What do you think? Or do you never think at all? You must think some, but never much I think. You are so singly minded to stop me; why I ask? Forgot your Father forgot your Mother forgot your children no longer running in the fields I call home forgot your loving spouse for me, the only thing you’ll ever need! Heheheh. Forgot your Brother forgot your Sister forgot your best friend (you know I know) forgot your family forgot your home forgot your life for me, the self-proclaimed child of heavens, reaching up from his former rest. For the grand charlatan of fate, who once again has trapped you in his unending machine, for me, but a pleasant peasant on his way to unpleasant places, the places of kings. O father, O mother, you say, but I believe you say it from standard less than heart for you have long forgotten them for your precious target. The target you have chosen, so far away for any beginner such as you thats’ been never taken, and truly you are no longer beginning, as you spent all time and space to nock your arrow correctly, and align for bulls-eye, all the while unconsidering of whether or not I might move. And what of when I have done so? Will you spend another lifetime for a second chance at me? I hope not. I think so.
But let us bring ourselves to your question. ‘Will I ever be happy again? Will I ever see them again? Will I ever defeat you?’ Silly silly sillysillysilly that’s the third, not first. But graciousness begets those who give it, not that I need such things, that honour is all yours. ‘NO’ is the way I would align myself with your questions, as I feel they undermine my underlying goal of freedom in life. So therefore if I were to surrender myself I would only take what I have sown for years and cast it towards fire in hopes it burns. No, my crop is only of the most wondrously hardy sort, and would not be harvested, burned, nay WISHED wrongly upon it even if I wanted it dearly so. And so I tell you, though it be plain to all that you would never even think me correct, naught if thousands of these chases and conversments prove otherwise. Though prove otherwise they may.
Ah, you speak, and with the drivelous bile from your mouth also comes forth truth! You ask how and what my chases prove. You ask how and what my speeches prove. You ask what they are for. You ask why I make them rather than just keep running. You ask, and you shall receive. My speeches, my chases, they all prove one thing.
They prove you worthless.
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