Here you will find my writing. It is mostly random stories and poems and incoherent babbling that I have written. Most things here are fictional.
We see a doctor's office, clean and serene. Dr. Goober just finished
cleaning the walls.
Dr. Goober
Next.
Daniel walks into the office, sheepishly.
Dr. Goober
Ah, Mr. Hernandez. It's been a while since our first appointment. How are
you getting along?
Daniel
Well, to tell you the truth, Dr. Goober, I've been rather down in the dumps
lately. I'm tired all the time, not much energy to do much of anything.
It's like my world is at a standstill and I have no idea why.
Dr. Goober
How has your sleep been? How about your diet?
Daniel
Nothings changed! That's the crazy part, Dr. Goober. I have changed
absolutely nothing about my lifestyle or routine. I've been living the same
way I always have for the last ten years, and I only started feeling this
way after my last appointment with you.
Dr. Goober
Is that so?
Daniel
Oh, it most certainly is so, Dr. Goober.
Dr. Goober
You know, Mr. Hernandez, I ordinarily would never share this with a patient
but it's too strange not to; I have also felt an inexplicable emptiness
within me since we last met. It's been eating away at me for months now.
Daniel
Well, I have to say that for me, I felt that emptiness be filled as soon as
I walked into this office.
Silence. They both know where this is going, but they aren't sure they
want to be there. Their eyes punching deep into the other's soul. The
tension is thick. FLASH! CUT TO BLACK!
There is a desolate rock in the middle of space. It is alone, as it always has been. There is nothing on the rock, but for tiny motes of itself that rest on it's surface, just as they have for the last five-hundred million years. Today is an ordinary day for the rock, just as every other day has always been. It floats about in the inky black void of space, not really doing much of anything. This is fine by the rock. It doesn't really care. It doesn't remember how it got here, or know where it's going. It used to think a lot more, but at one point it ran out of things to think about. The rock remembers the day it happened fondly. The rock was once bombarded from within with nonsense questions it knew had no answer, for millenia, until one day they all just vanished into the aether of the empty cosmos.
It takes a few months for the rock to register, being in a near mindless state for eons now, but it thinks that it noticed something had changed off in the distance. That's impossible, the rock thought, There has only ever been black. But the speck of light, so tiny and so dim it was almost invisible, was now the sole focus of the rock. It fully encompassed the span of the rocks conscious perception. The only other thing in existence. Years pass, and the speck sits there in the distance, motionless. Damn you, speck, lamented the rock, My life was perfectly well until you came along. Now you, your infintessimal shimmer, you are all I can think of, for other than myself you are all that I know.