Nameless: Part One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: The Imaginarium
Nameless is a new series that I have introduced. Each edition will include a number of flash fiction stories. I hope you enjoy them.

Submitted: August 18, 2017

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Submitted: August 18, 2017

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Life

The gift of life is a beautiful thing. Birth. You are invited into our world. Difficulty will hit you at every turn, but you persevere, and you will end up happy in life. But life is a game. Don’t try and you infect the Earth. Become a criminal, supremacist, psychopath. Anything is possible. So why do we try? To succeed. But what if want to succeed, but for the wrong reasons? What if your life dream is to inflict hatred and pain onto the world?

So yes, you are invited! Come join our crazy world. But be careful where you step.

 

Guilt

Some say my guilt is irrational. Some say my guilt is much deserved. She ran into the road, chasing something, I can’t remember, something small and white. Long ago now. Time slowed down, almost stopping in that moment. My foot was too late but it tried. Pressing down with full force, as fast as I could. The screech of rubber burning against tarmac gives me nightmares.

 I couldn't fully make out her face when she turned to look at me, I couldn't full make out her face once I had gone to inspect the damage. Her goldilocks type hair was blood stained. This sick feeling inside me engulfed my body. Mind went blank, confused and disturbed at this event.

 A split-second moment like that can ruin a life, and in this case, it ruined more than just mine. Parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, friends, carers all distraught by that split second. As I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, seeing her not moving. No words can describe it.

 

Delete

The file was in front of me. The file was me, everything I had done, been, saw. You name it, it's in here. When your someone like me your whole life is documented. When out with family or friends, or just on in your own, you learn to recognise the people who follow, what they look like, how they act. They try switching it up, but you can always tell. The cars parked down my street that never move, or seem to track me round town.

This file was my opportunity to start again. Ground zero as they say. Start a new life, create a new future for myself. This game of cat and mouse I had grown tired of, all because of my career path. The community of this job had become corrupt, untrustworthy, and working there for twenty-five years is a justification for seeing the changes that have been made.

So back to the screen. The mouse hovered over the folder icon, my name scribbled underneath it. Right click. Find the option. Found it. Left click. Delete. And I was gone, off grid. A free man just like that. Finally.

 

Blank

The time was 10:17. Three minutes. In three minutes, the next business partner would walk through those doors. This next partner was very special, hence the extreme security. But because of reason why this specific person would be walking into this specific meeting, his usual security had to be a lot less, and different people, otherwise this specific person would be recognised. And for someone of his stature, being here wouldn’t go down well with public.

The transition had been complete. For him. I had been ripped off. It was 10:26 and the meeting had already finished. But I wasn’t happy when I saw my account blank. $0.00. This new bank account of mine was expecting ten million. But that is not what I received. My service would be needed before the transaction he said. The president said. I had cameras everywhere watching this. I could expose him. He knew that. And as I thought that, all I could see was flames, gunfire and death.

 

Beast

This beast doesn't live under your bed or in the shadows. It hides in plain sight, affecting us every day. No monster can beat it. No human could beat it. This beast is the strongest creature to have ever seen out earth. Swaying round the planet, everywhere, one hundred percent of our home has it crawling around us, crawling inside of us.

This beast controls our lives, manipulating our leaders. Influencing our thoughts until we are shackled and chained up by its power.

Society and its incompetence to change for the good. Afraid to step out of line we are confined to its solitary rules. Confining our ability to share and love. What so much more good could come to the world, if we all took a stand.

 

Fall

To take a man’s power away from him would be an act of God. This is one of the human races most precious gift. Power, influence, control. Sociopathic leaders find a great attraction to it, so thankful for their gift, but used not for right, not always.

Leaders today will publicly show their signs or affection, love and care with their power, but the same power is used to buy out the media companies broadcasting the good side off things, and to keep the bad hidden away.

Most men would rather for than lack power. But once you grant power you can’t take it away. At first, it's a play toy, but then it becomes a part of you. And when a part of you is torn away, a part called power, the fall is very long.

 

Grasp

"Hold on!", a voice yelled. The ground I was clasping onto was trying to shake me loose. My arms were fully extended, fingers painfully gripping onto the rough surface as my full body weight tried to pull me down. I could feel my dangling feet swinging, touching the rock face, trying to find a small ledge to push me back up, but nothing could be found. "Help is coming just hold on!", the voice continued to shout out. The top of my eyes could just about make out small pebbles and small pieces of rock dancing around to the tune of the quake, jumping up and down as each shock hit.

I tried pulling myself up but it was no good. The laceration on my left arm was making it hard enough to sustain my current stature, let alone pull myself up. Blood trickled down from my forearm onto my shoulders, down my back, gravity took its toll. But the shocks continued and the drops of blood took leaps of faith into my face, in my eyes, on my lips.

My left arm face in. Five fingers and half a palm held on for life now. My attention has turned to the cut now. Fat, muscle and bone all made an appearance. I knew I wasn't getting up again. So, should I follow the lead of the leaping droplets of blood?

Finger by finger my right hand released. The pain slowly turned itself away from me for a moment. And I shut my eyes. Blissful. My eyes opened to embrace the impact, but instead of the quick release, I felt a sudden shock of regret, as I saw a man at the top of the ledge, hanging is hand down to me, ready to pull me up, but it was too late. Impact. Three. Two. One.

 

Mutilate

The flesh had torn from the bone, the pain had overcome the body like a tsunami. The body had been slowly mutilated over millions of years, secrets, lies and much more was revealed. Some believed it was for the best, some saw it as a death sentence for us. But the last piece of flesh had been ripped viciously off. The perpetrator of the final tear thought there was no turning back for us, thought that the body could not be saved. I agreed, but it was too soon to commit the final act.

Now the body was truly dying, not like before where even laying its death bed there were hundreds of thousands of years left in it, no. It would be a matter of weeks or even days now. What surprised me wasn’t the fact that the deed had be done however, it was who committed to it. An everyman. No one knew who he was.

He lived in the shadows, growing more powerful until he stepped into the light, a didn’t like what he saw. So, he took the light away, for everyone. Shaping this body of ours into to darkness, erasing the light and all its happiness. And in the moment of the act, the body was dead, Earth was dead.

 

Death

Light drained from the eyes of all men, women and children. The breath of all drained shallow. The day was weak, and withered from its place, replaced with night and darkness. Cold. The world stood still silently and waited, there was no need for panic, nothing could stop it, nothing could out run it. The sky filled with bright stars edging closer and closer. Violence, love, hate, peace, it had all faded away, unity take the place of it all.

But unity wouldn’t change the embracement of death, only ease the pain slightly. And there are some you hide deep underground, hoping that those standing on the surface will break down the power of the stars. But the cowards knew that they would die either way. Just live for a bit longer. Entrapment or coming up to find a place scattered with demise.

The stars were close now. It wasn’t long. Our gift. Our last words. It hit. And the end had had arrived. Gone. Death.

 

 


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