selfimportantqueer
The boy heaved another shovel full of coal into the roaring furnace. He wiped sweat and soot from his forehead as he blinked against the heat. Turning to glance outside, he saw with envy the horses running beneath the stars in the cool night air.
The problems are endless. The flaws in this existence are so persistent. It's unbearable. There will be no peace until it's over. All there is to do is to appeal to the fates and hope that things turn out alright.
I squeezed the dough with relish, feeling it ooze slightly between my fingers. I felt its soft coolness on my hands and loved it. I pressed the dough into the counter top, massaging it, kneading it.
ha...sports. The one thing in which he was just never interested, and had now learned to mock openly. His whole family, every holiday, would hunker down in the living room around some grainy screen, watching points rack up for an hour until there was finally an outcome. And he always wondered, who cares?
I was so drained. I slumped down on my bed and covered my face with my hands. With my eyes closed, the rest of the world just seemed to leak out of my mind, and I was left in peace and darkness. I laid back, feeling sadness and relief overtake me. Silent tears bled from my closed eyes and soaked my fingers. I opened my eyes. And suddenly all I could feel was freedom. Freedom from guilt, from responsibility. It felt like everything I'd ever done, all the events of my life had been leading up to this. This sense of peace. It felt as though it would never end, but would burn bright within me like a light, forever banishing darkness.
"This person's all wrong...look at that, there's defects everywhere."
The doctor shook his head as he scrutinized the would-be human being in front of him. It was quite cold in the Assimilation Room. The metal operating tables seemed to dispell warmth as they held the half-baked life forms.