That’s the ones you’d like to forget. The ones that eased your path from ambition to success. The ones that secured possessions and status. The ones that delivered partners, the ones that seemed so willing when your shine was bright and promising. The ones that cut some corners, the ones that etiquette could do without. The dispensable ones. The ones that could easily disappear in the daily charge to connection and convenience. Now it looks more like getting ahead while standing still. Or the spiral that really was a circle. Oh, how I deluded myself!
It was only a stroke, but it took me away in seconds. Warnings, hints, little blips I should have paid attention to? Nada. I’d been for my morning walk and I felt a strange sensation as I gazed out the window and was wondering if a headache was coming on when suddenly everything was….gone. But I was there, in some dark nothingness. No sound, no smell, no breath…
Shocking but true. Or maybe not so shocking. Happens all the time doesn’t it? Open the paper, read the news, check Twitter or whatever. It’d be more noticeable if he disemboweled me and fried the intestines for breakfast. But I was just disappeared with a plausible back up story. And they disappeared me in the best way: right out in the open, the mangled corpse, the wrecked car. My first funeral really.
Sovereign Abilities welcomes Justin to our website as a new author. He has a Facebook group, MindVenture Club – Lucid Daydreaming – Creative Arts – Short Stories. This club is a collection of stories, guided visualizations, immersive daydreaming and creative arts guaranteed to take you on a grand adventure without ever leaving your chair. Snuggle in, and prepare for take-off. Enjoy Justin’s newest fictional short story. The gorgeous, and original, artwork on the splash image of this post is the work of Shaun Power.
The Deity Is Not Up For Discussion continues with chapter seven
“I wondered where on earth I was. Not on earth was the answer. Galactic Federation Central was the reply to my where then? Sounded terribly sci-fi somehow. I found myself in a gallery overlooking a rectangular space engaged in a very civilized debate. There was no shouting or waving of hands, and truth be told, not much moving of lips either. I did not have headphones on, but it felt as though I did, as the comments of various delegates were, well, in my head, sort of…”