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Prospects Document #1

Scenario 3, Prompt: Madness of One who has had enough

Empty.

But so full.

All that is empty is blank, so blank, and you can’t help but…fill it up.

The emptiness echoes, rattles, buzzes, slams, fizzles, cracks-

And dances.

Over and over and over again, it never stops.

Do you know that feeling where you don’t know what to think at all that you start thinking about everything so that you can think of something? So hollow and stuff and it’s so weird because you noticed just now and it’s really weird. Like you just don’t know. Your mind is so dead that even you start getting concerned about yourself, and then you realize that damn am I okay? You just don’t know. Like you don’t know what to feel at all. At all. Nothing. That you start feeling everything because you start wondering why don’t I feel anything and then suddenly everything is crashing down on you so strongly that you don’t know what to do anymore.

You just don’t know.

You really don’t know because if you did know why would you be so empty why please ask yourself that tell me why Iwant t oknow

Things are going off in your brain but no it’s not (lol) -- you’re probably just imagining it and you are because you don’t have anything to think about you just think you do,,.that’s not right | it’s empty empty empty em and nothing can fill up emptiness because it’s empty for a reason and nothing going to happen so you have to make yourself believe something’s happening because being empty is not right and shouldn’t be happening so you have to fill it up with noise maybe even images- hallucinations(?) yeah probably yes yes but you need to hallucinate and make your ears ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring because if there’s nothing to think about that’s not right(???) it’s not right at all it’s not it really isn’t it’s not

Then you get ahead of yourself and everything is overwhelming because you tried so hard but it was too much it always is but if it’s not too much then it’s not enough but even if it’s not enough that overwhelm you too and it’s too much but it’s okay you can sleep through it

You can’t sleep

There’re bells now you can identify that

They sound really weird though it’s like they’re ringing yes but it’s like they aren’t they sound like they’re cackling but’s that’s not right? It’s not it’s weird because of that but you know they’re bells I know too but it’s not like they’re real right but then why does is feel like they are?

It just gets louder and it’s your fault because why would you try to fill it up?

You can’t do anything about it now you can’t sleep you stop thinking but then now it’s empty again and filling up you can try again you do and it only overwhelms you again and it’s ringing and it doesn’t stop

It’s your fault it really is.

Well, it’s a boring night, so. Get to it.

Dancers dancers dancers are dancing and they’re dances are damning

Something starts howling the ringing is still there and now there’s laughing what is going on-

The hundred bells are deafening to listen to- no maybe more than that actually. Your ears will burst.

Maybe that’s how you can sleep

No? Okay.

But we both know that that’s the only way.

Something’s rattling inside the room you’re enclosed in, but it doesn’t seem like it.

Scattered things everywhere everywhere there is nothing though because it’s not real it really isn’t

It’s still there

No

No

Not really

There’s pulsating your brain is pulsating so are your arms your legs your neck your feet your hands your face your eyes your ears your heart you

Some puncturing some stabbing some scratching some more

Some more more

Yeah

Yeah it’s really weird

Anyways, where were we? Oh right, you can’t sleep. Every wondered why?

Could be lotta things, could really be! Not sure how you work though, but we both know that it’s not my fault.

Anyways, it’s my turn. I’ve got a lot of things to say.

There’s a lot going on and I’m not sure what to make of it. Help me. There’s this constant ringing in my ear that comes and goes whenever, not sure about that. Am I unhealthy? Totally. My throat is killing me, it’s been killing. It’s killing me. Got blood everywhere, too. Got a headache, too, it’s killing me. It’s killing me so bad.

Then what about me? Me? Me? Me?I could be wrong but ME?

ME?

?

?

?

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Got many thoughts?

Got none?

 Anyways.

Got enough time for more? Cmon, some more.

Just cuz you cant sleep dont mean that you gotta bypass me like that thats just rude

Im not just another voice in your head Im right here! Right here!

Got many thoughts, huh? Got none, huh! Huh Huh really, could you be anymore worthless? What even is your purpose in life? Can’t even function like a normal human, huh? If you think too much, there will be no clear thoughts to comprehend, so basically don’t think at all. And no thoughts are just no thoughts. No thoughts! None!

Really! Seriously! Im being serious!

Anyways.

So

Lost track, sorry, really sorry

…it’s actually really embarrassing

I know the ringing is very loud, and it sometimes hurts, but it’s all that you have. The laughing you hear are distorted memories. And since your empty, empty brain has nothing else to think about but your worthless thoughts, you are no less empty than your brain. Are you sad? Happy? Angry? Manic? Why, with those confusing expressions, proper comprehension of your mood is not possible. I need to tear open your head, snip off your useless strings and see for myself. I need to cut it up, I need to rip your frontal lobe open to see for myself. What else is there? I need to look for everything else. Amygdala? Hippocampus? Prefontal Cortex? I will tear your head apart. I will peel off your skin. I will break your skull. I will pick apart your brain. I will dismantle you. I will turn you inside out. I will take everything that is making you this way. But, isn’t that all that you are? Are you not all that this is? The fact that all you are is emptiness is really embarrassing.

You're so embarrassing.

Word Count: 1,092

Inspired by Kara Kara Kara no Kara of Kikuo

Prospects Document #1

Scenario #2, Prompt: The world waits for the right time to rest.

Silence will never be.

Silence never has been, is not, and never will be.

The world exists, and so does everything else in it, and with it.

It existed when time did, when the light did, when the dark did, when the end did.

The world waits patiently for the right time to rest.

At the start of time—at the start of the world—it was noisy. So much beings, so much creatures, who could have made them be?

In the sky, in the water, in the ground, in the cold, in the heat, in the world. In the world, existed everything.

And so much more.

The sky was white, the water was a mirror, the ground was a stage.

On legs, on tails, on hands, on feet. (Even without any of those?) Yes, even without any of those. They are alive.

Not everything, but so many things.

…there seemed to be a hierarchy of some sorts.

Some were pushed down, some were pushed up, some remained in the middle. What of it?

(But that’s not right.)

No, I’m sorry but that’s how it was made to be.

At the very top were the strange existences in the world. They took many forms, called themselves many names, and had done many things.

Soon, they learned. It got noisier when they did.

At first, they were like the rest. And then they started building. Creating. Developing. Progressing. And-

And-

And then they started harming.

Nothing harmed better than them.

Nothing progressed better than them.

Nothing developed better than them.

Nothing created better than them.

Nothing…was better than them.

Nothing.

And so the world waited.

Waited in the fire.

Waited in the ashes.

Waited in the flood.

Waited in the acid.

Waited in the plague.

Waited in the catastrophe.

Waited.

In the noise.

Word Count: 300

Prospects Document #1

Scenario #1, Prompt: Someone sings a song, reminiscing in the form of a lullaby to the child.

“Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end.”

The voice was barely there, barely audible, barely a voice, but the words were no less than echoing. At least, to the child.

“Sun digs its heels to taunt you.”

The world was quiet, yet the child has never been more overwhelmed in their life.

“But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same.”

The child breathed.

“Rises the moon.”

“Days fade into a water color blur.”

Sometimes, the child’s mind wanders further than they think it should.

“Memories swim and haunt you.”

Where did they come from? How did they get here? And why has this person stuck to them this entire  

“But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke”

All they remember is the cold feeling of water.

“Rises the moon.”

“Oh-oh, close your weary eyes.”

Tears were gathering in their eyes once more.

“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”

Who is this person,

“To darken fading summer skies.”

And why is that voice the most beautiful thing they have ever heard?

“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

It’s so…sad.

“Days pull you down just like a sinking ship.”

The hand carding through their hair lightens, and the child wouldn’t have even noticed it hadn’t the voice faded ever so slightly.

“Floating is getting harder.”

It is.

“But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile”

The child’s hand twitches, wanting to hold onto the person, hold onto them, don’t let them leave.

“Rises the moon.”

“Days pull you up just like a daffodil.”

The tears pouring down their face shines in the light of the celestial in the sky.

“Uprooted from its garden.”

The breeze picks up, and they shiver. The person holds them closer.

“They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so”

The child does not fight it.

“Rises the moon.”

“You'll be visited by sleep.”

The child doesn’t want to sleep.

“I promise you that soon the autumn comes.”

But they do not fight it.

“To steal away each dream you keep.”

The wisp of the cold is obvious, as the child lay in the arms of their person.

“Breathe, breathe, breathe.”

They only breathe.

Word Count: 359

Inspired by Rises the Moon of liana flores