posted on Feb, 9 2017 @ 06:36 PM
(Note: I'm not a writer. This is the first short story I've written apart from my funny ode to zika dude/dudette. Any criticism is very much
How long ago did I leave?
The ship looks old and hums a pleasant tune.
"I'm getting close to the edge now." I think to myself as it echoes in my mind.
"I'm almost there." I think to myself as it rebounds like a ball through my thoughts.
As I get closer to the edge, I search through the blackness to find anything I recognise.
I SEE SOMETHING
My eyes lock onto this speck in the distance. It gets bigger and closer and bigger still.
Finally, I recognise something. I see....myself. I'm looking at myself on the other side, looking at myself. Like two mirrors reflecting off of each
other into infinity.
A wave washes over me as I realise that I finally know what's on the other side.
edit on 922017 by TerryDon79 because: (no reason given)