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For this short story, a specific object is personified. Personification is to bring an inanimate object to life. It’s time that the compact disc finally admits what has been on his mind to you all.

Confessions of a Compact Disc

I guess some of you will forget about me soon. I guess the new generation in years to come will never have heard of me. This dreadful digital stuff coming to our shops and taking over our formats. Oh why did you have to abandon me! I have played well to you all, you threw me in a box and took me to a secondhand shop. I looked around at the other dusty formats, where they had told me how lonely they became, that’s when I knew my own fate. My good friend, the cassette tape, had been here for many decades. I really am going to enjoy this isolation, no longer feeling the warmth of a class A laser reading my thoughts. Oh, the memories of when I used to jump when you jumped. Now I may never here the sound of my track, or the crisp sound of the speakers you owned.

I hope you’re happy with your music file downloads. I hope they accidently delete themselves. Atleast I will always be here ‘in the flesh’ so to speak!

One last post of the day (until tomorrow). Tomorrow, I will be writing about a few of the problems I have had and noticed while writing the first Chapter of the Sci-fi drama novel. I will also begin working on the second chapter soon.

Until then, here is another short story that I wrote not so long ago

The Man who discovered Light

This is a fictional story about a man who begins to notice the most fundemental subject matter. Which turns out to be an oblivious discovery.

My name is Albert Leht, a forty-seven year-old man. I live near the border of Leuktham. I have been searching for something amazing and that was to embark on the curious case of illumination. In which I found out this subject has been surrounding us since matter was created. These are my writings from whence I approached this spectrum.

I see a shape in this existent field of vision. It’s some sort of mental illumination. It’s absurdity cannot be described even though I will attempt to describe such an object if it can be called such a thing. So far, It’s the transparency of reality that fills every space and passes through everything. It has naturally exposed itself to any environment. It adapts to anything. It reflects its surroundings from all infinite parameters, and can easily be reduced to a minimal amount. It can be harmful if an excessive intensity were to be revealed unto our vision, Which will result us to see no more. However, this wavelength allows us to see everything.

During my travels, I have seen this unnamed spectrum fall through many transparent and translucent objects, however a common weakness for this spectrum is the opacity of a form. This subject is not able to pass through such an object, thus the object must absorb all of its spectrum. As I alter the glass shape of a prism, I notice a wide range of colours which resemble a rainbow, it seems that these white rays contain the colours we need to use to differentiate; for example, flowers.

I see the source for this projection, it comes from our local star, across the interspace which parts our planet from this sphere of warmth that provides us with the fundamental constance of life. I will name this spectrum: light from the combination of my last name and the word bright which describes my thought for this when the sun appears.

Disclaimer: This character is fictional and does not fully represent the true events of the discussion and studies of light. Do not attempt to believe what this disclaimer tells you, it may also be a lie.

A brief fictional statement from a spirit lost in the present dimension.

Whispers from the Spirit

I don’t remember much of my past life or how my life ended. When I passed on to this new dimension, It was amazing to see everyone that has been before me. I can roam the earth without a single interaction. Noone can see me. I can walk through most objects. It felt like paradise and complete freedom. I don’t even have to breathe or eat. Although I lack many things being a spirit. After a while I got lonely, totally exposed to raw temperatures of harsh heat and chilling cold. I just wanted a physical interaction with someone; the touching of skin and form. To be seen again. To not be walked through. To not be the one who observes every situation and cannot do anything about it. The only thing I could do was to contact someone through their dreams, which terrifies most people anyway, either that or they just see it as a nightmare or senseless dream.

I always wondered what my purpose was being alive, but now I’m ironically wondering what my purpose is being dead. Maybe I’m not in the right place to where I should have gone. All I can say is, I will be wishing to be alive again. If this letter makes it into the material world. I will be glad that someone alive has read my thoughts and feelings.

This is a short sci-fi drama thriller story which I have composed for practising in order to create a full length novel book. The story however is not related to the plot of the book that I am currently working on to be published for Amazon Kindle. The character(s) in this story is completley fictional and the views of this fictional character is not of the author.

Last day on Earth

John’s statement.

No one ever thought of the end actually happening. The news tried to censor these traumatic events. Yet they remained oblivious to the fact we could see strange blocks of ice constantly falling from the early morning sky. No one knew what caused this phenomenon.

The rumours which fed the social networking sites and various other media outlets were used to virally inform the end. Information was also mistold like the boy who cried wolf. The beautiful blue sky we always used to see would feel like a gift to our planet for just one last time. Sadly, clouds filled most of the sky for sunlight to shine through. The leaders of each countries could only tell the truth; mentioning that “we can only begin to predict the worst for our planet or even if this is right for us to say it belongs to us. We can only hope this planet can survive the harsh spontanious changes in temperatures which ravages the land and it’s waters. No one can predict exactly when the end will happen, although this is not too distant”.

This chaotic turmoil of Earth’s rejection to life is more apparent than ever. The vast range of species cease to exist; birds, bees and snakes. Again no one could explain why! It would take years of research to find the answers. This caused wide-spread panic because we needed the bees most importantly for honey and pollenation, unfortunatley flowers suffered without the help of a healthy photosynthesis and a strong pollen count. The natural terrains remained hostile. Green houses and tents were set up on those grounds for an attempt to restore the balance to a dying planet.

Even though these became failed attempts to restore the balance of natural life and to provide enough vegetation and warmth was only the beginning. We all thought nothing could get any worse than this. The Earth however reached peaks of -37°C in the early hours of the morning and rapidly increased to a staggering 1°C just by mid-day. Somehow our planet must have been further away from the sun. I would have expected this to happen maybe in the winter but it’s the summer. However I’m not an expert to suggest an explanation that can be proven for this.

Another major issue occured when the seas froze which means we can no longer get imported food on boats from other countries or travel to help others. Machines were not able to work very well outside so it was not safe to fly a plane neither drive anywhere.

The farmers lost their jobs as crops could no longer be grown which forced grocery shops to close. From what gradually happened in just 1 month, this must be the end now.

As I continue to type my account on these events, I struggle with surviving to remain warm. My hands shivering over the keys. My teeth chattering. My eyes glazing over. I can’t eat healthy food due to the scarce rationing of vegetables.These conditions are frustrating to put up with. The temperatures have reached -56°C outside so everyone that is remaining must wrap up warm, not even the heating in my house is protecting me. I am layered with a t-shirt, jumper, coat, wrapped up in three sleeping bags and surprisingly not enough, this is not warm.

The neighbours that are two houses away from me were wiped out last night from the cold, not even their eight year old son survived. Their dog only survived. I too will soon be next upon facing this devastating departure. Why is this happening to the planet!?

Earth once a ‘ball of life’ has almost become another destitute ‘ball of rock’ out in space. All that is luckily keeping many alive for now is the oxygen that we thankfully breathe, and sorry to say that even the oxygen levels are thin. I feel that I can go on no longer to survive typing this. My health is declining from hyperthermia. If you have managed to read this, you would have survived the savage events of Earth’s violent weather conditions and there may be hope for a new beginning. Remember, you are the last of us!

This is one of the first short pieces of poetry that I wrote. I will be frequently posting literature to the blog and letting you know updates on writing my science fiction novel. Until then, enjoy this poem!

   Heart of a Shadow

Silhouettes follow your every movement.

You are never alone.

In every allignment.

Your shadow is shown.

We are human.

In the heart of a shadow.

We are just a shape.

In motion.

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