Doctor Omega
11-02-2016, 07:21 PM
It didn't want to be written.
And, it was damned well sure that, once it had been written, it would not be read.
But, for all that, it was written.
And somebody, somewhere was sure to read it.
At least a little.
As stories go, it felt a bit rubbish.
What was the point of it's existence?
Would it be forgotten in the mists of time?
As dead as it's author and whoever had read it, centuries before.
It looked around and found that it was in good company.
A sea of forgotten print and dreams and sweat and sadness and tears and laughter that nobody wanted to read.
At least, it reassured itself, it would never be alone.
As it settled down to the harsh reality.
Already forgotten.
And, it was damned well sure that, once it had been written, it would not be read.
But, for all that, it was written.
And somebody, somewhere was sure to read it.
At least a little.
As stories go, it felt a bit rubbish.
What was the point of it's existence?
Would it be forgotten in the mists of time?
As dead as it's author and whoever had read it, centuries before.
It looked around and found that it was in good company.
A sea of forgotten print and dreams and sweat and sadness and tears and laughter that nobody wanted to read.
At least, it reassured itself, it would never be alone.
As it settled down to the harsh reality.
Already forgotten.