[oneshot] An Addiction to Solitude
Title: An Addiction to Solitude
ORIGINAL
ONE SHOT
Comments: OMG a short story! Spewed this one out on the 26th really, but I didn't want to put it up until I read it out at the writer's guild... which I had a lot of fun reading! Too bad you can't hear me read it aloud... but read it with dramatic flair for best effect!
Finally, it was yours. That little piece of sleek gadgetry that had been calling to you from the first moment your ears heard of it. You had spent forever saving up for this symbol of being in the ‘in-crowd’ and now, at long last, it was yours. Only yours.
And what a wonder it was! It could take you away from reality and surround you in melodies of your own little world, customized to your preferences; your desires. Anywhere, anytime.
Didn’t want to listen to Mom and Dad bickering again? On it went, and soon those bothersome arguments would fade into the background, eventually forgotten. A delightful feature.
Felt like History class was just a bit too boring? A simple press of a button, and the monotonic droning of your History teacher would soon be replaced by the sounds of angels. Or devils, if you preferred.
And all alone in stifling silence? Why yes, it could deal with that too. How wonderful! And how addicting. It’s very easy to get attached, and let’s face it. You’re hooked, lined and completely sucked in. By now, you couldn’t pull yourself away even if you wanted to.
And do you want to pull yourself away? Heck no! You’d have to be insane to part with your beloved. You’re connected by the hip, hand and ear, and no surgeon in the world would know how to separate you from it without extreme injury. To them, of course.
Soon, it goes everywhere with you. You blissfully wander the streets with your mind in another world, as others wander around in theirs. You fit right in, and all you did was buy your own reality. An amazingly good bargain, if you do say so yourself. Quite possibly the best decision you ever made.
And then you’re crossing the street, oblivious to the screams and random noises around you. “WATCH OUT” flies right over your stupid, stupid head, which is oh so stupidly thinking if it could somehow block out that annoying flare of light that seems to be bearing down on you. It should disappear any moment, you think. Any moment now.
Instead, you feel the impact too late, and your reality is ripped away from you. The true reality is taking its harsh revenge for ignoring it for too long. It rips you apart.
You fall. A futile scrabble for your other half, which was never your other half in the first place. Your other half should’ve been someone, not something. You realize that now, if only in your last moments.
Any regrets then? Yeah. You regret spending forever saving up for that piece of junk. That little piece of sleek gadgetry that got you obsessed. Infatuated. Hooked. You had been addicted to the solitude it gave you, and so you ignored the whole world. A whole lot of good that did you.
Finally, your end.
ORIGINAL
ONE SHOT
Comments: OMG a short story! Spewed this one out on the 26th really, but I didn't want to put it up until I read it out at the writer's guild... which I had a lot of fun reading! Too bad you can't hear me read it aloud... but read it with dramatic flair for best effect!
Finally, it was yours. That little piece of sleek gadgetry that had been calling to you from the first moment your ears heard of it. You had spent forever saving up for this symbol of being in the ‘in-crowd’ and now, at long last, it was yours. Only yours.
And what a wonder it was! It could take you away from reality and surround you in melodies of your own little world, customized to your preferences; your desires. Anywhere, anytime.
Didn’t want to listen to Mom and Dad bickering again? On it went, and soon those bothersome arguments would fade into the background, eventually forgotten. A delightful feature.
Felt like History class was just a bit too boring? A simple press of a button, and the monotonic droning of your History teacher would soon be replaced by the sounds of angels. Or devils, if you preferred.
And all alone in stifling silence? Why yes, it could deal with that too. How wonderful! And how addicting. It’s very easy to get attached, and let’s face it. You’re hooked, lined and completely sucked in. By now, you couldn’t pull yourself away even if you wanted to.
And do you want to pull yourself away? Heck no! You’d have to be insane to part with your beloved. You’re connected by the hip, hand and ear, and no surgeon in the world would know how to separate you from it without extreme injury. To them, of course.
Soon, it goes everywhere with you. You blissfully wander the streets with your mind in another world, as others wander around in theirs. You fit right in, and all you did was buy your own reality. An amazingly good bargain, if you do say so yourself. Quite possibly the best decision you ever made.
And then you’re crossing the street, oblivious to the screams and random noises around you. “WATCH OUT” flies right over your stupid, stupid head, which is oh so stupidly thinking if it could somehow block out that annoying flare of light that seems to be bearing down on you. It should disappear any moment, you think. Any moment now.
Instead, you feel the impact too late, and your reality is ripped away from you. The true reality is taking its harsh revenge for ignoring it for too long. It rips you apart.
You fall. A futile scrabble for your other half, which was never your other half in the first place. Your other half should’ve been someone, not something. You realize that now, if only in your last moments.
Any regrets then? Yeah. You regret spending forever saving up for that piece of junk. That little piece of sleek gadgetry that got you obsessed. Infatuated. Hooked. You had been addicted to the solitude it gave you, and so you ignored the whole world. A whole lot of good that did you.
Finally, your end.