The One Who Was Alone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

my second attempt at a short story. please let me know what you think.

A man lived in a world where he was alone. People would try to enter, but fail. Some would manage to come in, but leave soon after. The ones who made it in became friends with the man, but when they left the man was sad, but later got over it and when he did it got harder for others to get into the world. The man knew he was alone and was fine with it. He wasn't good at talking to others and enjoyed the quiet. When people came, he had to talk, and the world was loud. Sometimes he couldn't think straight which annoyed him. He learned new ways to keep people out, or how to just make them leave. he would stay silent and constantly move away from others. Even if they didn't leave, they were too far away from the man to talk to him and would eventually go. Some were glad to leave while others tried to stay. none ever begged. none ever got mad at the man or the world. they just got sad and left.The man was the same way. The man never got bored while he was alone. there were plenty of books to read, places to visit, and things to see. he even learned how to play some instruments. soon though, some people started staying longer, talking more to the man. the man tried walking away from them but they followed. soon he gave in and talked with them. he tried his best not to get too close to them otherwise he will be sad when they leave. he got close to them anyway. they stayed for so long the man thought they were going to stay forever, which made him ecstatic. he loved these new friends and never wanted to watch them go, which he didnt. this time he was the one going. he felt himself being forced out of the world. the friends looked sad, but didnt help him. the man did something new, something the world hadnt seen before. he begged. first he tried begging to his friends, which in return tried to hold him in the world. then he tried begging to the world, which made winds pushing him back down. despite all this he started flying away. his friends lost there grip and desperatly grabbed for him, and him to them. the winds pushed harder, trying there best to keep the man in the world, but it wasnt working. the man then begged again. not to the forces pushing him away, but to himself. he begged for himself never to forget his friends. never to forget this world. never to forget all he had done and what he had done with his friends. after he begged he blacked out. when he woke up he was in a bed. he tried to remember what he was dreaming but he failed. all he could recall is a few vague images of some guy and a few of, what looked like, his friends. he sighed, forgot about it, and got ready for the day.


Submitted: June 05, 2015

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