This is my PotS entry, the theme being never-ending. It took me a while to come up with a decent concept and even longer to actually put down the story. I find it much easier to literally write down the story first, and then type it up when it is all done. Not much to say about this story, besides being inspired by my new favorite song I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie. Enough rambling, here's the story. :) Heaven by Tummer The one thing that was on Michael’s mind was his crimson haired bride, Michelle. The world that he was in had offered him no such peace, so he had decided to create his own. Literally, there was absolutely nothing in this world that he resided. The only thing for miles was a pure, empty darkness. The darkness that surrounded him was like a prison. He had lived in the human world long before entering this one. His life before even knowing Michelle was much like the world that he was currently in: cold and empty. For a long time, Michael was missing a vital part of human existence: love. Michael grew up an orphan, his mother giving him up at birth; but he had learned quickly how to appear normal and “all together”. It wasn’t until he left for college that he finally found what he believed was love and truly started living. Michal had been wandering this empty realm for what felt like years, maybe even decades. There was no way for him to track his time in this place. It was the perfect kind of Hell for anyone who truly knew what it meant to feel. Michael never felt upset or depressed in this world, but there was also nothing that could make him the least bit happy or upset. It was a complete separation from emotion; it was almost like he never really existed. The void seemed to be ever expanding around the young man, having no absolute walls or boundaries. Michael had no idea how he even entered this endless void in the first place. One of the strange things about this world was that Michael seemed to have never aged a day; and he had not felt any physical or hunger pains. Fatigue and exhaustion were also non-existent for him in this place. Michael had never stopped walking since he entered this place, not once, and yet nothing seemed to affect him. All of his needs were being sustained, which easily became a frightening thought for him. The biggest mystery, Michael believed, was finding out exactly how he ended up in this kind of world. Endlessly, Michael had tried to remember what happened on his last day on Earth, thoughtlessly trying to figure out what had happened to him. He could remember that it was a Saturday; the weather was nice and he had just awoken with Michelle sleeping on his chest. The next thing he could remember was waking up in this dark place, scared beyond his wits. Maybe that thought of holding her wasn’t bad for a “final memory”; it had given him the needed drive to continue on and find an exit. “Huh,” Michael gasped. For the first time, since he had entered the darkness, Michael had not only stopped, but was able to smell something. It was faint, but he could clearly feel his nose hairs burning due to the odor. It was a humorous idea; this very scent was one that he was used to, but now he found it absolutely repulsive. It didn’t take Michael even a second for him to figure out the surprising smell. He smelled beach water! Even before entering the dark world, it had been awhile since Michael had been to a beach. He grew up next to a coast line but the college he attended was in the middle of the country. In the end, that much didn’t seem matter to him; the simple experience of just smelling something from the outside world was overwhelming. As Michael continued to walk, he was introduced to another surprise. Under his bare feet, Michael could feel the sting of black road gravel. Everything seemed to be slowly making sense in Michael’s mind. Almost instantly, everything seemed to be clicking together, and he started remember more and more. He and Michelle were still on their honeymoon on the day that he was stolen from Earth. He had promised Michelle that he would take her by the beach, the one that he would always visit after school when he was younger. As Michael kept his feet on the road, he could see a light signaling him in the distance. He hoped that as closer he got to the light, maybe he could remember more about how he got here. However, as the light grew brighter and grander, there was nothing else that he could remember. In an instant, the light had engulfed him, blinding him. There was a loud bang that proceeded afterwards. The light had dimmed as quickly as it erupted. Michael was now standing in the middle of an abandoned road. It was the middle of the day, and he could clearly see that the beach was in walking distance. Before he could even move there was something that was blocking his way, keeping him completely still. The sight had nearly caused him to gag. A compact, dark blue car was lying on the side of the road. The driver’s side had received the majority of the damage, while the passenger side had only sustained a small number of dents. Michael moved a little closer, and saw a lifeless body lying in the passenger seat. It had all finally returned to him: It was all an accident. There was no way for them to avoid the drunk, angry truck driver who was driving on the wrong side of the road. There was no room for both cars to fit, and their car was moving too fast for him to safely stop, and someone had to make a choice. In that instant, Mike had chosen to give up his own life, crash violently into the side of the road, and hope that Michelle escapes only with minor cuts. It would be his final act as a human being—no, as a man—to prove to the world that everyone has the capacity to show a never ending love for another. Michael could only infer that once the car had crashed, the darkness had taken him, body and soul, only to bring him back to the place where he had died. He could see Michelle’s pale body, appearing to be perfectly asleep. She appeared to have suffered no physical damage, causing him to believe that she died of either shock or a heart attack. Michael knew that he had made the right choice, even if he didn’t mean to cause Michelle’s death. Knowing that Michelle was destined to die anyway, Mike knew that he would always give up his life for this woman. Michael slowly opened the door, not fully aware of what he was doing. A few seconds passed, and Michelle’s legs started to step out of the car in a graceful fashion. Her eyes slowly began to flutter opened, and she smiled knowing that Michael was the first thing that she saw. No words were spoken between the two; everything seemed to just make sense between the both of them. In an instant, Michelle grabbed Michael’s arm and started running toward the beach. Michael ran at the same speed as Michelle, knowing that he would stick with her forever. “We made it.” Please tell me what you think. :3
I think it's pretty good. I like the concept, and I enjoyed that you had him in the realm of darkness from KH. like I said, I thought it was pretty good. :)
Thanks for the feedback. The idea for the realm was inspired from KH, I will admit. Again, thanks for the response.
