DeletionA Story by Minoru Kusari
This story is vaguely related to my book on this site titled "Lotus Eaters". It's supposed to be kind of out there, and hopefully make you think. Let me know what you think of it!
She feels her mind being torn apart: this is the end.
Everything around her is frozen in time. Then, Darkness.
Pangs of fire sear throughout her body, a dreadful tingling tells her this is the time of her ruin; her doom.
Tears run down her cheeks as she clutches her head swaying from side to side, trying to will the pain to stop.
She then hears a sound"no, “hearing” isn’t quite the correct way to describe the sensation. A metallic pounding sound radiates throughout her mind. The beat is a complex, irregular polyrhythm that sounds like several different drum patterns being played at once. It starts off soft, but gradually crescendos into an excruciatingly grating sound that scrapes the neurons off her brain.
All at once she sees everything there is, ever was, and ever will be; existence. All universes. All worlds. All people. All things. Sounds and images flood her perception until she cannot distinguish one thing from another. She cannot even make out her own body anymore; she has no form, she is lost. Her sensory receptors succumb to a horrible pain; she is no one now, only Agony. She is but an entity that is at once nowhere and everywhere.
Her existence and the existence of all meld together into a beautiful cloth of infinitely many colors.
It is the end.
The worlds start to crumble and burn in a furious golden flame, one world at a time, then two at a time, then three, and so on. The worlds, the universe, everything; life itself is disappearing.
The Fabric begins to tear and disappears as gold flame greedily devours it. It is the end.
The familiar shrouded figures with their usual veiny masks sewn into their faces appear. They laugh and mock her. Their laughter grows louder and louder, until the laughter is no longer human, but rather a chorus of demonic animals howling and shrieking at her despair.
Soon, more and more figures appear before her ‘eye’. Some scream curses at her, others laugh and shriek as the masked ones do, and still others weep in horrific wails that echo within her very being.
It is the end.
She lets out a scream in sheer agony, but cannot hear herself over the noises overflowing her mind.
The metallic pounding continues to drum on her brain, slamming her sense of perception with an irregular polyrhythm far too complicated to follow.
A new sound joins the cacophonic symphony assembled to perform the outro of existence. This, is the sound of whispers.
She had hoped she would at least hear or see something comforting before her end, but what she hears is what she least needed to be told:
She laughs, at first a slight chuckle, but then quickly becoming an unrestrained maniacal laughter. She laughs and laughs and laughs, though it is not clear where her voice is coming from. The hellish figures shriek as their eyes gleam with ravenous lust.
The taunting whispers accompany her deletion.
© 2012 Minoru Kusari
AboutI'm in my late teens. I'm a pretty laid back guy most of the time, but I get really passionate about certain things. I like to play guitar, video games, draw and read. I love music. I've always liked .. more..