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The Doctor [DE2020]. Non-writer

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posted on Apr, 23 2020 @ 09:22 PM
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The doctor stands by the window, looking out at an ashen sky decorated by wisps of long thin clouds moving slowly across the sky like ghosts. The skeletal trees have only a few sickly leaves clinging on, hanging like vestiges of charred skin before falling away.

A heavy sigh follows.

Behind him, he hears the clink of a glass, and a quiet voice follows. "Do you believe me?" The voice says.

The doctor closes his eyes, sighs, and opening his eyes, turns away from the window, his intense gaze directed at the man seated in front of his desk. Slowly, the doctor again returns to his desk, seating himself behind it, but this time he looks down at the desktop, and not at the man who looks unwaveringly at him.

An uncomfortable silence follows.

"Do you believe me?" The man repeats.

The doctor is silent for a few more moments before finally replying: "No, I do not. It is simply not possible. There is no such thing."

"Is my word, my story, not good enough?" The man asks.

The doctor looks up. "Why should I believe a stranger's story, a stranger's word, a stranger's fantasy, without proof? It has no basis in reality! I would have remembered."

"Am I really so much a stranger? I assure you I am not—"

"I've been treating you for months now,” the doctor calmly interjects. “That doesn't mean we're not strangers, in fact—"

"We've known each other before, doctor. We've lived before. That is what I've been trying to tell you."

The man pauses, then adds: "I've tried to tell you, but you do not remember, and you refuse to believe."

"That is simply not possible! We've never lived before, and we have never met before!" The doctor's tone had changed. "That is why you're here!"

There is another bout of silence as the man looks amusingly at the doctor. The doctor gains his composure and leans forward with both elbows against the desk, his voice lower. "That's why you came here, that's why you came to *me*. For my help. That's my profession."

"No," the man replies, "that is not why I came to you." He grasps a leather satchel on the floor beside him and lifts it onto his lap. "I want to show you something, something I doubt you have ever seen, but you will undoubtedly know." The man opens the satchel and pulls a single sheet, setting it on the desk before the doctor.

"What is this?"

"Look at it, doctor. You wanted proof. You've never believed what I've said, so this is your proof. Look."

Still, the doctor refuses to pick it up, having gone slightly pale. "Why?" he asks.

"You wanted to know, and you wanted to be sure. But you *do* know, inside. You just won't admit it to yourself." The man pauses. “I know you're afraid."

Trembling, the doctor reaches for it.

"Look at it,” the man coaxes.

As the doctor picks up the photograph, he leans back in his chair and holds it before him.

"It's not possible!" He cries. "I remember this photo!"

"You remember when it was taken," the man says, "and you remember the scene. This is just as it was as it happened."

"But you were not there! I *have* no siblings!" the doctor cries.

"Our mother—"

"—Our mother!? What do you mean, 'our mother?'"

"Why do you think you became the doctor you did and the doctor you are?" the man explains. "You see the darkness that consumes people, and you have it in yourself. That darkness is not of man. Why do you think you understand it in others and seek it out in others so well? Do you think it's because you want to "help" them? No, it's because it's familiar to you, to us. You seek out yourself and your nature in them. You seek to put yourself into them. It's how we gain strength...and control. *We* seek out what is familiar to us in them, if only to put ourselves into them."

The man pauses, as if unsure what next to say. “Why do you not see it in yourself?”

The doctor collapses in his chair, a look of abject terror on his face. The photo, taken when he was very young, a photo of him, his mother, and his brother, the man who sat before him, had fallen to the floor.

Shakily, the doctor stands up, catching himself on the desk, and turns his back to the man. As he pours a drink from the bar behind him, hands shaking, glass clinking as he pours, he catches a reflection behind him into the seat in front of his desk. It is empty.

"Look in the mirror," his brother says. "We are the demons inside ourselves, and inside all of *them.*"

[The End]

edit on 23-4-2020 by Liquesence because: missed " mark

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posted on Apr, 23 2020 @ 09:29 PM
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a reply to: Liquesence

You write very well... you paint a word picture I can see in my head.

You need to do it more so I can read more of it.

Love the premise of the story and well done!



ETA... check your PM's

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posted on Apr, 24 2020 @ 01:05 AM
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originally posted by: Lumenari
a reply to: Liquesence

You write very well... you paint a word picture I can see in my head.

You need to do it more so I can read more of it.

Love the premise of the story and well done!



ETA... check your PM's
Ahhhh, thank you for articulating what I was thinking but as usual having trouble finding the right words to say.

OP if you have more stories and you can link them please do!



posted on Apr, 24 2020 @ 02:04 AM
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a reply to: Liquesence

That was pretty well crafted. Left me with a bunch of questions too



posted on Apr, 24 2020 @ 07:45 AM
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a reply to: Liquesence

Awesome read, my friend. Keep writing!




posted on Apr, 24 2020 @ 03:36 PM
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a reply to: SprocketUK

a reply to: Lumenari

a reply to: Osirisvset

Thanks everyone.



posted on Apr, 24 2020 @ 07:23 PM
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a reply to: Osirisvset




OP if you have more stories and you can link them please do!


Quite a few, just none online or uploaded.



posted on May, 23 2020 @ 02:43 AM
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a reply to: Liquesence

Nice action, dialogue, and suspense. The description of the trees was a good hook. Nice writing. S+F.



posted on May, 24 2020 @ 09:28 PM
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a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

Thank you much.



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