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Flash Fiction February by Storytelling Collective, day 3 — Prompt: Stars

Profound hate. Are you aware of how much hate there is in the world? You are probably not. You don’t even realise that you are hating me right now. As I am hating you. I hate having given you life, I hate giving you what you need. I always have. But I hate you. And I am happy that when I’ll die, I will take everything that was, is and will be of you with me. Forever. Never had a choice even. You just popped up, a whirlwind of screams and cries and laughter. And hate.

And love. So much love. Enough to replace the bubbling bellows of my bursting heart with an ocean of pillows and feathers. A crackling fireplace on a calm winter night, the whizzing joy of feet on the grass. The ticking of pads on the floor and the tails wagging every sorrow away. The open arms of your smile, brighter than I’ll ever be. And when I look at you, I want to burst with the joy that you bring me.

But then, there’d be death.

O death, void that sucks all in. You will come to us all. To your brothers and sisters, the earth and the air, all your hate and all your love. Not even light can escape, not even my light. I will become a dim candle in the vast darkness. And you will never be. I will exist forever, ready to be engulfed by the blackest darkness, sooner or later. And even then will I suffer the fate of thousands before me, and feed the engorging devourer that consumes this existence we got to know, and probably even those we can’t even fathom.

And I hate that you don’t know about this.

I love that you don’t care.

I expect you to be so much.

Be free, my child.

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Born in 867, Thorsten found himself in a world full of people, scary metal horses and stinky red fog. Everything is always running, he writes to find out why.

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Thorsten Antonson

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Born in 867, Thorsten found himself in a world full of people, scary metal horses and stinky red fog. Everything is always running, he writes to find out why.

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