Delayed

There’s something in people’s minds, lingering there, wandering. Stored for all eternity, the mind tries to open them up, trying to find a meaning. The meaning of thoughts and memories. The message. Until one day, while aimlessly wandering, the mind finds a key. A key detail. Now the mind has to use this key on a door, a door of truth. It walks around, searching with purpose, trying to find out where the door is. After its ten hour journey, the mind finds itself lost. It got stumped and lost. Deciding to take a break, the mind stores the key away as the morning approaches. It will come back and find the message later.

A Thought

The world seemed darker. Clouds scattered beams of light from the skies. Only a few got through, but they quickly vanished. 

Who am I?

I pondered as I plunged into darkness. Silence. I heard silence. It was nothing, it felt empty. The question made me empty. I was lost into thought, trying to figure out a way out. A way out. Something had to be answered. Something had to be heard. 

The question. The only way out… was the question. 

Maybe I will find the answer if I walk a bit.

…

Imagine if I tripped. 

“However, a rock was conveniently placed, allowing — to faceplant into the damp earth, struggling to get up.” I remember this story when reading something my friend wrote. I was the first to die from a monster, but a single honey bun was able to stun it. The world lit up a little, shining through the thick clouds. Humor will prevent this world from being engulfed in the abyss. I have found my answer. I am —. 

That was a nice story. Ask a question, then follow the question. It will always lead somewhere.

The Forgotten

Small rays of light shine through the open windows showing me the mess in my room. Usually, it doesn’t get this dirty, but I was too “busy” to do anything about the mess. Grabbing bags from downstairs, I went to work tidying up my room. I finished cleaning up parts of the room that were visible from the door. Next was the closet; The door slid to the right showing me what needed some attention. While planning my next moves, something caught my eye. There was an object. Standing. Menacingly. I stepped back a little, clueless of how it got there. 

…

Well done, it said. Well done.

A Chance of Redemption

A wave rushed over me. A random one filled with ambition. I walked with confidence towards the fridge. My nemesis was inside. Grabbing a carton of eggs, I took two out. Two was enough. Both were cracked into a bowl where I used chopsticks to beat them up. I quickly turned not wasting a second to open a drawer filled with seasoning needed. I grabbed a bottle filled with a golden laced liquid. Fish sauce. Pouring a wisp of fish sauce, I continued to whisk the ingredients together.

One mistake could cost me two perfect eggs. One mistake.

I added another egg feeling like it was the right decision. All I needed was a non-stick pan. And maybe some butter. The pan was set on the stove. One turn. It ignited, but no flames. Wrong knob. This one ignited. Butter. Then eggs. The egg mixture swirled until it finished cooking. A taste. Too fishy.

Time

I turned into my driveway and left the car. My instructor got out, too, standing at the trunk of the car. He started the car and took off. I went inside my home knowing it would take more time to get used to driving. It was cold, so I quickly took a shower and changed into warmer clothes. The chilling air almost vanished as I walked out of my room. I felt accomplished. There was other stuff to do. They were shoved aside since I already felt relieved from all my duties. Procrastination. An endless trouble. Having a week until it was due, I felt confident that it wasn’t any trouble. I strolled into another room where my computer waited patiently. I waited for it to start up. Then I looked at an open window. It was gray. No. It had a tint of purple or orange. I stood up looking at the sunset lights. They were beautiful. It was something to write about, something to share. Something I can use as inspiration.