The World – Creative Writing

later on the dreamless sleep of eons, the time had come for him to awaken, to assimilate what was known only as The sphere. He traversed the air current of the desolate landing field around him, aimlessly trying to kick downstairs something, some hotshot, anything. Yet isolation was every last(predicate) in all he found. The land was a place where the order of time was non-existent and all of intelligent lifes technology was lost for all eternity, all under a veil of turmoil.The more he searched, the less he found. The only cloggy to be heard was the sound of skulls crushed under foot. Yet his supererogatory journey continued. He became more frantic he wanted to find something, a flower, a saveterfly, or someone he could socialize with. Still, nonhingness was all he found, himself was all he could socialize with. He became terrified even though there was nothing to be afraid of. attention had consumed him, solely like fear had consumed The World. He believed too, he w ould become respectable a number. and, then he saw it. Pillars of blackness emanating from the horizon, piercing the tilt above him, a fair distance a substance from him. He as well as saw faint figures, just like himself near the origin of the Pillars, and a city surrounding them. He started walking towards the city. A walk soon turned into run as he was struck with inconsolable rilievo. He knew, now, he was not the only person in The World. He idea he was alone, but now his fears were all except present. When became tautr, inconsolable relief turned to inconsolable pain as he saw the figures close up. He did not see humans, people, or even animals. They were monstrosities.Turned to their ground by their own greed and power hungry minds, only mutated organisms were left. angiotensin-converting enzyme turned and slowly trundled towards him. It wore a long grey unblemished garment, with a jacket crown obscuring its slip. Diamonds, gold and other precious materials covered it, in a delicate and intricate pattern. He shivered as it put a limb, quasi(prenominal) to a hand, on his shoulder.You argon lost, are you not? it muttered to him. He nervously nodded, not able to open his mouth to speak. He continued After many centuries of searching I have finally found the one I am looking for, the one I can send for my own. You may not look at you know me, however, you know me more than you think you believe, and more than you want to believe. He was mystified. A figure he had never seen before that claimed to know him. It was too much for him. He started to back down, but then he saw someone behind 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 friend. Her friend Vertigo, who knew her, just like I know you.He was mystified, Is this a dream, a nightmare? He thought process to himself. The figure stated This is not a dream. I am as real as you or O rta. He was puzzled, being driven to aberration by the information overload. He could not understand what was going on. The theater around him had people around him arriving all the time, meeting mysterious figures just like him.Look around, the figure continued, There is your friend Alambad with Insanity, your doctor Xenia with Death, your full cousin Vyse with Paranoia, you are not alone.He became hysterical, his eyes widening, his face as wan as the moon itself. He ran at his cousin, screaming and shouting. Yet Vyse did not notice 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 received no response, he tell his question louder with more infurity. It replied The figure you see before you now, the figure you are conversing with now has no name. It is nothing . It does not exist except inside yourself. However as humans require a name for everything, you may call to me, as Isolation. He raised his claw like limbs to lift the hood that covered 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 boney finger towards the pillars of shadow and continued You humans fuel The World through your fears and phobias. They are non-existent, yet prove useful to us. You feed the The World, governed by Chaos our king and ruler, you keep it open. Our apparent existence is created by you. The ageless 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 deplorable but you will never return to the place of your origin.They looked up into the cast away together, observing at the beauteous gem in the sky they knew as Earth. Walking along memory beach together, they were soon talking and jocose together as if they were long lost friends, walking to the end of time.