Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under human,short story,creative writing,prose,writing,
Synonyms of Empty
People pass the dome all the time, but it is mostly forest so I remain unseen unless I wish it otherwise. But I only ever show myself when I see the Professor walk by. Such a blank stare. She is beautiful, but then again so is everyone else on the planet, so I care not for her appearance. Mostly, I just look for a hint of humanity still in her eyes, but they might as well be plastic too. Sometimes I pretend that I see something — I indulge in hope — but the reality is that there is nothing left of her beautiful mind. Nothing that would interest me, at least.
So, while they all stare at the human that decided to be themselves, I press against the field keeping me inside, and try to provoke her to do something other than stare whimsically at me. Often, I tell her what she wants to hear: that she’s beautiful; that she’s lovely; that she’s gorgeous, superb, exquisite, pulchritudinous. I tell her that she’s every pretty word I can think of. There’s not a synonym I don’t recite. But often times, she’s so taken aback by the flattery, that she has to see it for herself. She examines herself in the glossy exterior of the dome. I fade back into the foliage.
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November 25, 2011
Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under short story,human,creative writing,fiction,fantasy,
Tainted Immortal
The last days of Taint. That is what they call the last few months of imperfection before everyone on the earth changed. The Elders decreed that one person should be left with the taint so that we never forgot our past, but they did. And when they manipulated my body for the job, they made me undying. I am here as an idea forever in the minds of the once-humans; not that they cared. And once they doused me in the waters of my own youth, making me forever young, they destroyed the technology that allowed them to do so. I, and only I, was to be gifted with such a thing, they told me. Several years later I began to hope that they had made a mistake and I was actually not immortal. They hadn’t made a mistake.
But at that same time, it didn’t bother me too much. Besides, that was how I met the Professor. She was in charge of the habitat for my future living conditions. Thinking back now, she was the creator of my prison. Neither of us realized it then, but I was to be the last tainted being, living on the last piece of tainted land for an eternity.
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October 29, 2011
Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under creative writing,human,series,short story,fiction,fantasy,
Perfection Achieved
I am not human. I’m not sure what I am, but I love and hate; I create and destroy; I have balance. Humans do not have such. They did once, but no longer. The last human I saw to have the balance that I possess now was the Professor, but after she helped to create the Dome she abandoned me, charmed by the ease of life they promised. “You could be so beautiful,” they said, coaxing her into submission. And finally, she fell, following them into their mindless oblivion. Often, before she left, I got the feeling I would lose her, but I chose not to listen to that pessimist that had for so long lay dormant in my mind, kept at bay only by my shining optimism. Now, I only wish I would have listened to my doubts. I wish I would have done something.
Humans changed. And they took the earth with them, leaving hardly any ground to be left to the wiles of Mother Nature. Nothing could be imperfect save for this dome — my home. It was to remind them of how horrible a lack of perfection could be. I’m part of that reminder. They changed everything and anything they could until everything was stagnant, impregnated with perfection. Why would they mess with perfection once it was finally achieved?
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September 3, 2011
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The Wake
An idea, like a seed, had been planted in all the minds of the world. Not all at once, though sometimes, I wish it had been. It would have saved me a lot of pain. The idea had been that perfection was what the world needed; that flaws were the enemy. And it grew and grew into a fact that struck with such intensity that even the sun — with its own perfect burning beauty — realized that maybe it should share its beauty with the humans so that they may achieve perfection as well. It burned hotter than ever before in that time. Not that it mattered: technology had progressed enough by that time and they were protected… from the sun.
Like vines, the fact of perfection constricted anything it grew around, strangling and killing thoughts that did not involve the words “beautiful” or “perfection”. And like a disease this way of thinking spread. A Pandemic. No one realized it left an emptiness in its wake — an apathy so deep, that it overpowered the shallow well the human soul was beginning to be. They started to die; a lack of caring for anything other than the beauty of themselves left only husks of what humans used to be.
September 2, 2011
Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under human,creative writing,short story,series,
The Professor
Maybe they hadn’t noticed what they were stripping away; they couldn’t have known what they left in its place. She was sure of that. But why couldn’t the world see that? Maybe their warped reality had become just that — a reality. But what a horrible reality it had become. Every day a little bit of humanity drained away, leaving them to become mutations of the echoes of what they once were. They were real and now they weren’t. Plastic invaded flesh like some perfect replacement for everything had had been. Perfection had become something everyone strove for but they failed to realize that it was destroying them.
She did, but eventually, she too fell to the brutal idea of perfection. In her greatest hour, she had been a professor, molding malleable minds to think outside the plastic box that had seemed to captivate everyone on the planet; conformity was no longer just an option in her time — it was life. And she tried her damnedest to reverse it, cure that chosen disease. But she failed. And though I loved her dearly, I hated her. I loathed her for giving up. A brilliant mind wasted away for the sake of beauty. But most of all, I hated her for “living” and seeing me day after day after day without a care in the world of what might happen to me; She was always too busy looking in the reflection of the glass. Yes, a brilliant mind reduced to being occupied by a trick of light.
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September 2, 2011
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First Death
They took away humanity. They poked and prodded; primped and primed which entailed waxing and shaving and colouring; it entailed implants and plastic and suction. They masked the humanity, but the rot lived inside. Perfection was her downfall; imperfection her saviour and she forsook all that made her living – made her real. Her family felt the ugly in her actions and the coroners found the ugliness within. But… ‘twas a beautiful death.
September 2, 2011
Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under creative writing,imaginary,slightly insane,
I smile even though we are both looking at memories that would normally bring me to tears. He’s holding out his hand and I place mine in his, allowing him to give mine a squeeze.
“I told you things would be better.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle. I suppose it’s better. I’m smiling and laughing more like I mean it.
“Yes, but it’s not better better…” I laugh thinking of a friend who would hate me for using the same word twice for emphasis. I haven’t spoken to that friend in a while. I wonder where he is…
“Focus, Naki.” He laughs. “What do you mean it’s not better?”
“I’m still talking to a man who doesn’t exist, falling in love with him and wishing he was real. I’m alone in actuality now that Jason broke up with me and I still have no idea what life is doing.”
He’s moving closer to me now and leaning over to kiss my cheek, which makes me smile again.
“So, you’re a little crazy? So what? And besides, you know how to deal with all that now. Who you used to be would still be crying at every love song, still think of him in the worst way possible barely able to not contact him.”
I think a moment. He’s right in a sense. I’m different. But I can’t tell if the change is a good or a bad one. While, yes, I’m appreciative of everything and I understand that the universe is only out to help me, I still don’t know whether my lack of being sad is something to be proud of. I don’t want to make my relationship with Jason less meaningful if I’m not sad when it’s over.
“That’s ridiculous and you know it. It’s over! Why does it matter if you’re not giving a shit now that he’s ruined everything? You don’t have to be nice all the time. You also don’t have to be sad all the time. It’s your right to be happy regardless of what stupid asshole has done to you. We all know you cared more than you really had the capacity to…”
“But —”
“Not finished!”
I sigh and he raises his eyebrows at me. I say nothing and let him finish.
“You were and still are in a depression. If we could all love the way that you do when you’re at your worst, the world might be a better place. And imagine how wonderfully you’ll love next time around—”
“There won’t be a next time. I don’t want a next time. And if there is, I sure as hell am not going to give my all.”
“That’s a lie and you know it.”
In my head, I think why Mikael can’t be real. Why can’t it just be this easy with every guy.
“No, not really…I’m determined—”
“It doesn’t matter how determined you are. You are you. And as different as your behaviour and your mindset is and is becoming. You’re still you. You’re still a darling of a girl, who’s been hurt —yes— but you’re still all the good things people tend to see in you. You’re still a sweetheart with an edge.”
Fuck. I hate when my imagination is right. Damn it, Mikael…Stop being wiser than me.
“Sorry!”
Ugh…
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April 29, 2011
This is where the creatures of my mind will live. Hai. I'm Naki. This is separate from my personal blog where there's even more content, but this one is for creative writing...It's special.
