The End of the World
Truth was a display composed of the world’s warped morals, cruelty, and selfishness. Humanity tried to ignore Truth and pushed it far away until Truth felt completely neglected. It had nowhere to show itself so all the Truths of the world joined forces and grew stronger than the human race. This new and powerful Truth was ready for revenge.
Truth was angry and dormant like the grass iced by winter’s breath. Truth was bitter. It took the girl’s hollow heart. Her corrupt mind. Her ignorant soul. It destroyed her. It took her entire existence, not like evaporation. It took her entire existence, leaving traces of condensation.
Truth flew east and west and over the Cuckoo’s Nest punishing all the people with distorted views of happiness. Millions of bodies fell to the earth as a dull gray powder. Truth’s anger left traces of rage in its footprints that combusted into blazing fire.
The boy rode his scooter up and down the sidewalk.
Truth was on a rampage.
The boy’s mother called him inside, to eat supper and he began walking toward the house.
Truth trailed behind and began creeping closer and closer until it caught up.
The boy’s black irises glazed over.
Truth intended to shatter them.
But when truth looked innocence in the eyes, he saw his own reflection.
Truth shattered at the site of his vile mind and malice soul falling over the last glimpse of vibrancy in a gray world: the ocean. Truth fell over the water like a shadow, like a mother kissing her daughter goodnight like dust from a colossal attic of lies. Truth thought it was saving humanity but it wrote a tragedy, hitting the climax, dying before the falling action. A man and a son were left with the pencil and pen scribing the pilgrimage of destroyed souls holding a fire, venturing through the vacancy of a deserted world.
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