fieldofdill

[fieldofdill]

My first short story

(I was thinking of turning this into a book but didn’t have the motivation)

I knew the world was hiding something from me…

I’ve always been the odd one out, my mother always thought I’d grow out of it.. but she was wrong

As a child I had always had a wild imagination

Time travel, alternative worlds, the divine

These “delusions” started out so peaceful and calming

Soon these worlds become more appealing than reality, and so in my minds cruel attempt at forcing me back into my life, these worlds quickly became of great evil… torturing even…

But I refused to leave

For years and years as these worlds destroyed my sanity I ruined any slim chances I possibly had of a normal life

I pushed everyone who could ever love me away

Except for my mother

Well on June 21st 2034 I was finally released from residential with some very unappealing news

Just three months before my release my mother had died

I had nobody to pick me up

They arranged me a bus ticket on some tacky bus out of the city, but I didn’t take it

I walked all the way to my house, 14 miles.

I knew the way.

When I got to my house, the home which I could only afford with the money I inherited from my once loving grandmother

I could only focus on my books

The books which got me into the residential in the first place

“The relapse of the stars”

My own personal theory

The fire that keeps the universe working,

You see if you remember how fire works, then you would understand that just like a heart beat it pulsates,

gets bigger and smaller every couple of seconds

Stars are huge I assume, and this means they pulsate as well

That means every couple of seconds every star in the universe beats like a heart pulling in trillions of tons of gasses, rock, and metal that keep that thing running

And every couple of second those stars push trillions of tons of toxic un-breathable gasses back out,

These gasses keep getting pushed and pushed like one of those coin machines at the arcade so my question is

Why are we still alive?

Clearly every tree on every planet isn’t enough to replace the trillions of tons of carbon dioxide slowly making its way through space every couple of years

So what is keeping us alive?

The obvious solution is just that there are enough non-toxic gasses to keep things running, but what in this universe is producing them?

All the things in space that produce these life-saving gasses are trillions of light years away, and yet they only produce these gasses as a secondary product, that’s not nearly enough to support what is likely an uncountable amount of life across the universe

So what is making this gas?

This theory has been itching at me for quite some time, I truly believe the only explanation is that something or someone is in control, someone beyond our concept of reality

But In truth nothing explains it.

I have ten books about this.

My mother had always told me that I surrounded myself with lies

She would look me in the eyes she as she put her hand on my shoulder and she would say “Tyler, you surround yourself with lies” and I would say “I know mom” and I would keep digging myself into my books

I knew as a man who had spent his whole life warning of the sudden end of the world that it was to never come, at least not in my life.

The world was not doomed to end any sooner then any other.

But with the relapse of the stars it begs an important question

What happens when we run out of those primal gasses which keep us breathing.

The worst fear is that there is a limited amount, upon the loss of that amount perhaps over nonillions of years, the universe would slowly pull itself into an orb, perhaps an orb the size of a marble and explode once again, restarting the universe all over again.

I spent years on my books, and they will never be published, and even if they were…

What’s the point?

That’s when I realized that I was done.

I was done with everything

all the meaningless bullshit I had been wasting my life on, I was a man with no education, no friends, and now no family. I had three things left to my name

A house I didn’t want

A phone I didn’t need

And a car

And so upon a very parch moment of thought I knew what I was going to do and I was going to do it right.

I was going to hop in my car and drive

Drive forever

Drive to no destination.

And when i ran out of gas,

Well I’d figure that out.