I stood a distance away from the entrance, observing what had transpired from the recent years. The little niche had indeed grown, it was many times larger than it was before, when it had first been born. A quick guess put it at around ninety times larger. However, it wasn't any sort of evolution. The old was merely swept aside into the corners and replaced with the new. Sometimes part of the old was scavenged and put to use in newer introductions. Those would always surface every once in a while but never stay for too long. That was the thing about this place. Nothing lasted.
Rays of light beat down upon my body and forced me to wish for shelter from the sun, but I had to know if certain olden objects had resurfaced. As I closed my eyes, I began to bring about the lies I had constructed, breathing them in, transferring them through my system. The tension started to take hold and after opening my eyes, my vision seemed to be a little wavy. I glanced back to where I had come from, a new sharpness in my gaze, and kept a few memories in my mind as I headed under the little arch.
The first thing I noticed was the vast quantity of shops set up around the place. The little tents that had existed long ago were gone. The place was now a bazaar. You could see how shoddily everything around was made, as if they could be broken down and swept away in a minute or less. I clenched my teeth, rather involuntarily, as a response to a sudden flash of anger. It pounded in my head and I had to pause before continuing. Thankfully, this place never quite went as far as having people go out and pursue people to bring back to whatever they had.
I continued down the alleys and roads, looking around for both promising new things and old things I recognized. As I turned around a corner, a sense of familiarity hit me, despite it appearing to be a dead end. Giving a look around, I seized this feeling and strode over to the end. It was almost overwhelming at this point, and I struggled to bring my arm up and reach to touch the wall. My skin crawled and my trembling hand made contact.
Red and blue strands twisted out and enveloped me before swiftly retracting back into the wall. With me.
Consumed.
Chapter 2
I could see so much. The strands, they were like chains, but at the same time, they freed me. They freed me from my curiosity and left me with visions. I saw the tents I knew so well destroyed by a monster invasion. Creepers, zombies, spiders, and skeletons, just bursting in as an unstoppable wave of death. And then the attackers crumbled to dust. The tents never came back. What arose from the ashes were merely cheap imitations. These had always existed before, but they were not as prominent. And then my vision moves forward.
It’s the present. The shops I just saw, with their weak structures, both individually and as a whole. Boom, the strands are dragging me forward through time. The shops are swept away into the corners and new things rise up to replace them.
Brothels, full of corruption. People walk in and are scammed, thrown out with nothing left to their names. It’s like a gang has taken over. But even they cannot last in this place. Time accelerates and they are cast aside, like everything else. My vision keeps moving on into the future and nothing lasts. In that sense, nothing has changed.
This place is an eternal wasteland. Everything is consumed, with little crumbs here and there being the only evidence of things long gone.
Amazing chapter. I love the political commentary on this forum. It's almost like Full of Stars!
I wouldn't quite say I'm back to writing, but it's nice to know that I can still output something without too much of a fuss. Didn't put as much thought into it as others. O_o
Yes, I would probably be lying if the concept didn't come from there. The idea of the story itself seems to be always changing and the one I took for this little thing appears to be my overall frustration at the change from the little interlocked community to just a fad that everybody jumps on and don't stay for.
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Retired StaffI stood a distance away from the entrance, observing what had transpired from the recent years. The little niche had indeed grown, it was many times larger than it was before, when it had first been born. A quick guess put it at around ninety times larger. However, it wasn't any sort of evolution. The old was merely swept aside into the corners and replaced with the new. Sometimes part of the old was scavenged and put to use in newer introductions. Those would always surface every once in a while but never stay for too long. That was the thing about this place. Nothing lasted.
Rays of light beat down upon my body and forced me to wish for shelter from the sun, but I had to know if certain olden objects had resurfaced. As I closed my eyes, I began to bring about the lies I had constructed, breathing them in, transferring them through my system. The tension started to take hold and after opening my eyes, my vision seemed to be a little wavy. I glanced back to where I had come from, a new sharpness in my gaze, and kept a few memories in my mind as I headed under the little arch.
The first thing I noticed was the vast quantity of shops set up around the place. The little tents that had existed long ago were gone. The place was now a bazaar. You could see how shoddily everything around was made, as if they could be broken down and swept away in a minute or less. I clenched my teeth, rather involuntarily, as a response to a sudden flash of anger. It pounded in my head and I had to pause before continuing. Thankfully, this place never quite went as far as having people go out and pursue people to bring back to whatever they had.
I continued down the alleys and roads, looking around for both promising new things and old things I recognized. As I turned around a corner, a sense of familiarity hit me, despite it appearing to be a dead end. Giving a look around, I seized this feeling and strode over to the end. It was almost overwhelming at this point, and I struggled to bring my arm up and reach to touch the wall. My skin crawled and my trembling hand made contact.
Red and blue strands twisted out and enveloped me before swiftly retracting back into the wall. With me.
Consumed.
Chapter 2
I could see so much. The strands, they were like chains, but at the same time, they freed me. They freed me from my curiosity and left me with visions. I saw the tents I knew so well destroyed by a monster invasion. Creepers, zombies, spiders, and skeletons, just bursting in as an unstoppable wave of death. And then the attackers crumbled to dust. The tents never came back. What arose from the ashes were merely cheap imitations. These had always existed before, but they were not as prominent. And then my vision moves forward.
It’s the present. The shops I just saw, with their weak structures, both individually and as a whole. Boom, the strands are dragging me forward through time. The shops are swept away into the corners and new things rise up to replace them.
Brothels, full of corruption. People walk in and are scammed, thrown out with nothing left to their names. It’s like a gang has taken over. But even they cannot last in this place. Time accelerates and they are cast aside, like everything else. My vision keeps moving on into the future and nothing lasts. In that sense, nothing has changed.
This place is an eternal wasteland. Everything is consumed, with little crumbs here and there being the only evidence of things long gone.
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Retired StaffAmazing chapter. I love the political commentary on this forum. It's almost like Full of Stars!
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Retired StaffI wouldn't quite say I'm back to writing, but it's nice to know that I can still output something without too much of a fuss. Didn't put as much thought into it as others. O_o
Yes, I would probably be lying if the concept didn't come from there. The idea of the story itself seems to be always changing and the one I took for this little thing appears to be my overall frustration at the change from the little interlocked community to just a fad that everybody jumps on and don't stay for.
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