the Act

[Zakyath]

The Act​

It is all an act which I beg to take part in. You are a canary and you have flown from your cage. You have seen all the faces this world has to show. You have been from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell. What life has failed to grant you, you have searched and found on your own: while still being aware of that there are responsibilities you must oblige to and limits – one cannot achieve everything in her pursuit. You have also been plunged in to misery numerous times – though, as life has shown, the sun always shines the brightest in the morning, so you have, once again, soared your wings and left what was without a trace.

Now, this is a beautiful story that has been told a thousand times, if not more. Our heroine – whom we all love, oh, so much – looks for her path in life, finds obstacles as well as a loving hand, reaching out when the wind blows just a little too hard, and what once was hope seems to have vanished into nothingness. Nothing seems to stop her, ever.

What is forgotten is that this story intertwines with so many others. The heroine in our story might as well be the villain in another. This is where I come in. I am the villain. I am the bringer of sadness. I am a demon, a beast, a brute. I am nothing but misunderstood.

I want to play a part in this act of yours. Because when you speak my name, and speak of my acts – it is not I whom you speak of. Mere an illusion is what you have created. But this shadow you have forced to follow me is consuming me – bit by bit, and I am afraid that I might just become whom everyone thinks I am!

I am not going to tell you what has been and what is gone now. I just want you to think. I know that you know me, who I am, and what I deserve. I deserve better than this. I never held you in a cage. You did never escape. You held my heart in your claws, gripped it from the sleeve. Forced in open and left me in the gutter. Without a word you flew away – still this day I wonder what went wrong. What did I do, did you find someone new? I have only heard the rumors. But again, as life has shown, rumors is just a finer word for ‘lies’.

 

[Zakyath]

As I absolutely can't write stories I have to ask you to at least reply how much you hate it if you read it. This isn't a work I put much effort too or am proud of, so I won't get upset over any harsh comments. It would be fun to be able to be a good story writer, but I can't do it without your help!

Therefore: bump.

 

[Dyslexia://]

If my dyslexia isn't pwning me hard, I'm guessing that the author (you) was heartbroken in some way?
If yes, than it was an interesting read. Kind of kept me guessing what the thing was about. Interesting, yet thought-provoking since this applies to all. You might be a hero in one person's perspective, yet a villian in another. You might be loved yet be hated.
Pretty deep stuff. :thup:

 

[Zakyath]

Thank you for the comments, and I'm glad you like it Of course, if I write something more, it will immediately be uploaded

Reason I say short stories aren't my strong side is because this is like the... third I write? Or something like that. Ever.

 

[Zakyath]

Problem is, I have nothing to write. When I write stories I just let things happen as I write them.