shi er ; the nature of the universe
They all told me I would die. Those little whispers in my ear at dusk, and then again at dawn. I paid little attention to them; such was my fear that they were true. They said the mountains would open up and swallow me whole, but I said that the universe couldn't do that. It would be against it's nature. And the little whispers asked, well what is its nature then? I sat there dumbfounded, entirely flabberghasted at what they said. I crushed my eyebrows together and crinkled my eyes, desperately trying to search for an answer to their question. I wanted to let them know I was too smart to die; that it would be a waste if I did. Finally, I dug up my answer one foggy day in April. I said, the nature of the universe is to stay the same it always has been; in homeostasis. The little whispers grew quiet, and didn't disturb me any longer.
//+ i'm liking these short stories. any feedback?
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