The World – Creative Writing

later on the dreamless sleep of eons, the time had ascend for him to awaken, to view what was bashn only when as The human being. He traversed the zipness of the desolate region roughly him, aimlessly trying to demote something, somebody, anything. Yet isolation was only he found. The World was a place where the give of time was non- quick and each of intelligent lifes engine room was lost for all eternity, all at a lower place a veil of turmoil.The more he searched, the less he found. The only decease to be heard was the sound of skulls scurvy under foot. Yet his pointless trip continued. He became more frantic he wanted to find something, a flower, a butterfly, or some unrivalled he could socialise with. Still, nonhingness was all he found, himself was all he could socialize with. He became affright even though there was nonhing to be afraid of. Fear had consumed him, secure give c argon worship had consumed The World. He believed too, he would become just a number.However, then(prenominal) he saw it. Pillars of blackness emanating from the horizon, intense the sky above him, a fairish distance a modality from him. He withal saw faint intentions, just like himself near the origin of the Pillars, and a urban center surrounding them. He started walking towards the city. A walk soon saturnine into expect as he was struck with drab relief. He knew, now, he was not the only person in The World. He fantasy he was alone, but now his fears were all except present. When became closer, inconsolable relief turned to inconsolable pain as he saw the figures close up. He did not see humankind, people, or even animals. They were monstrosities.off to their state by their own edacity and power hungry minds, only mutated organisms were left. hotshot turned and slowly trundled towards him. It wore a long grey unblemished garment, with a cowl obscuring its face. Diamonds, gold and other precious materials cover it, in a delicate and abstr use pattern. He shivered as it put a limb, similar to a hand, on his shoulder.You are lost, are you not? it muttered to him. He nervously nodded, not able to open his gumption talk to speak. He continued After many another(prenominal) centuries of searching I have eventually found the one I am looking for, the one I net call my own. You may not judge you know me, however, you know me more than you gauge you believe, and more than you want to believe. He was mystified. A figure he had never seen ahead that claimed to know him. It was too much for him. He started to back down, but then he saw someone fag the figure, someone he recognized. She was talking to someone, a figure just like him.Orta, you know her do you not? She came here, only recently, to meet her promoter. Her friend Vertigo, who knew her, just like I know you.He was mystified, Is this a dream, a incubus? He thought to himself. The figure express This is not a dream. I am as real as you or Orta. He was puzzle d, being driven to frenzy by the information overload. He could not understand what was going on. The area around him had people around him arriving all the time, confluence mysterious figures just like him. come out around, the figure continued, There is your friend Alambad with Insanity, your cook Xenia with Death, your cousin Vyse with Paranoia, you are not alone.He became hysterical, his eyes widening, his face as macabre as the moon itself. He ran at his cousin, screaming and shouting. Yet Vyse did not ascertain him.You attempts at communicating with beings other than me are futile. I am the only one you can converse with at The World.He stopped, with tears in his eyes and dragged himself back to the figure.What is your name? he asked, as he tried to hide his emotions. When he accepted no response, he repeated his incertitude louder with more infurity. It replied The figure you see onward you now, the figure you are conversing with now has no name. It is nothing. It does not exist except internal yourself. However as humans invite a name for everything, you may bear upon to me, as Isolation. He raised his hook like limbs to lift the hood that cover its face. As the hood fell behind it, he winched in disgust as he saw what the hood was hiding. On his face he had, nothing.Victims of our own fear brought us here, there is no way out. Isolation said with his none existent lips. He raised a scrubby finger towards the pillars of shadow and continued You humans fuel The World by dint of your fears and phobias. They are non-existent, yet prove useful to us. You prey the The World, governed by Chaos our king and ruler, you come up it open. Our apparent existence is created by you. The deathless walk you had when traveling here, you created it, you made it. Orta entered The World through the Clouds above you. Xenia entered The World through a car accident, on Earth. I am sorry but you go out never return to the place of your origin.They looked up in to the sky in concert, observing at the elegant gem in the sky they knew as Earth. Walking along memory brim together, they were soon talking and joking together as if they were long lost friends, walking to the end of time.