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Title: The Whisper in his Head
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 372
Prompt: whispering
Rating: PG13
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Restless, he tossed and turned around, trying to find at least some rest. All in vain. The whispering voice in his head seemed not willing to stop tonight. „It's your faith, “God said, “the future of the world lies in your hand.“
As if he cared about the world or about his faith. All he wanted was to get over with the next day. There was too much horror, too much pain. Sometimes, he was sure he couldn't endure it any longer. But then he did remember the day everything started.
Even if he had lost track of time and place before this day, he could still picture the bridge he had crossed one day. He had stopped, stared down into the dark, cold water. And the idea crossed his mind to bring it to an end. He was all alone. No one would miss him. Carefully, he had put his backpack on the ground; maybe someone else would cross the bridge tomorrow, and the stuff inside might help to survive a day longer or two. Unlike him, some people still cared about their miserable life.
Then he claimed the guarding railing of the bridge... and jumped.
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He couldn't say what had happened when he opened his eyes again. The ground was sandy, the sun was shining, a stormy wind met his face. And there was a constant noise in his head. Finally, it turned into a voice. „You need to get up; there's a lot to do.“
Growing, he obeyed, looking around. He was alone. Didn't recognize his surroundings. Couldn't remember how he had come here. Didn't even know... his name. In his head, there was an endless emptiness. Only the voice, buzzing and buzzing.
This wass not real. Some fragments of memories came back. The bridge. The sea. He couldn't swim. He had to be dead.
„You are not,“ the voice answered. „People don't listen to God's word any longer. So I decided that I need a messenger. And I saved you.“
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Smith smirked, pulling his old coat closer around him. Being God's messenger hadn't made his life easier, but he had accepted that there was no chance to escape the whisper in his head.
Character: Mr. Smith
Word Count: 372
Prompt: whispering
Rating: PG13
:::
Restless, he tossed and turned around, trying to find at least some rest. All in vain. The whispering voice in his head seemed not willing to stop tonight. „It's your faith, “God said, “the future of the world lies in your hand.“
As if he cared about the world or about his faith. All he wanted was to get over with the next day. There was too much horror, too much pain. Sometimes, he was sure he couldn't endure it any longer. But then he did remember the day everything started.
Even if he had lost track of time and place before this day, he could still picture the bridge he had crossed one day. He had stopped, stared down into the dark, cold water. And the idea crossed his mind to bring it to an end. He was all alone. No one would miss him. Carefully, he had put his backpack on the ground; maybe someone else would cross the bridge tomorrow, and the stuff inside might help to survive a day longer or two. Unlike him, some people still cared about their miserable life.
Then he claimed the guarding railing of the bridge... and jumped.
:::
He couldn't say what had happened when he opened his eyes again. The ground was sandy, the sun was shining, a stormy wind met his face. And there was a constant noise in his head. Finally, it turned into a voice. „You need to get up; there's a lot to do.“
Growing, he obeyed, looking around. He was alone. Didn't recognize his surroundings. Couldn't remember how he had come here. Didn't even know... his name. In his head, there was an endless emptiness. Only the voice, buzzing and buzzing.
This wass not real. Some fragments of memories came back. The bridge. The sea. He couldn't swim. He had to be dead.
„You are not,“ the voice answered. „People don't listen to God's word any longer. So I decided that I need a messenger. And I saved you.“
:::
Smith smirked, pulling his old coat closer around him. Being God's messenger hadn't made his life easier, but he had accepted that there was no chance to escape the whisper in his head.