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Character Flaws

April 29, 2021
By unichama GOLD, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
unichama GOLD, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
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Thoughts are boxes; people are spheres. One may view a box from at most six angles, while spheres are constrained only by infinity—yet, those living within humanity's limits prefer to put spheres in boxes rather than to recognize their individuality. If a psychic epidemic were to once again, we can ascertain that humanity will look the other way in favor of mundane things rather than that and those surrounding us. The biggest dream is that which is not realized.

An open birdcage sat perched upon a windowsill, but the girl paid no notice. She had no reason to—no reason to do anything. To her, there was no truth, friendship, romance, nor anything at all. “Anything” was less than everything. Everything could be anything, but not just anything would suffice, you see. 

She was inferior: a subpar creature in almost every way. There was no place for her, nor would there ever be. 

“Sister, we have no time.” 

“No time?”

“No time.”

“No, you must be mistaken; I—”


The memory was a fragment; there was nothing to fear. There never was, nor would there be, for that was simply her way of life. She had no fault. 

“Her” fault,

 was the fault of the moon. 

It was a simple yet unbreakable curse—to avoid your wrongdoings, that is. As she buried herself in studies and literature, the world around her ceased to become anything more than a fictitious fantasy. 

There was no love.

Love does not exist. 

It is but an illusion: a combination of other, more natural, emotions. 

“Sister, I’m sorry.”

The whole world could burn, and all of humanity along with it. They’re parasites—the whole lot. Let them burn. Let them feel what they did to their land. Let them. Let them die—every single last one of them. It’s for the greater good. Kill them. Let the ground drench itself in red until the sea becomes land and land becomes sea—a beautiful, scarlet, unforgettable sea—


That was not her.

Golden rays pierced her skin, so she cowered under her covers. 

“It’s best if we never meet again.”

She glanced at her hands, which bore bloodshot eyes stained with charcoal. Mere character flaws—an error in writing?

Was she a puppet of delusion, or a victim of circumstance? 

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Who was she? 

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