fiction stories

Now All Was Ceased

Make the whole world stop for awhile. It was all he’d wanted to do. But the world is stubbornly motivated to remain in motion – this portion of it frantically so; to halt this clamorous juggernaut required an act that was shocking in conception and much more in execution.
The crowd of travelers crept into his awareness only after he’d planted the charges inside the Rapid Transit tunnel. So obsessed was he to halt that symbol – that disquieting train, to soothe his terrorizing nerves, he’d disregarded the inevitable loss of life.

Now all was ceased.
The motion
The raging
All silent
The silence was deafening.

15 replies »

  1. We may hunger to map out a new course, but for most of us, the lines have been drawn since we were 5. Character is destiny. Being different is the one thing in this world that can save us from what we fear the most…Ourselves… that everything in front of us is just one big fucking game. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it. Apparently, all we need is a powerful desire, to get away with murder? And become helpless not to make that desire our own. When you say it like that it sounds bad… 🙂 I’m not obsessed, I’m a high-functioning sociopath, do your research 🙂

    Excellent writing. I luve it (the state in between luff and love) 🙂

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