Here is a shitty short story I wrote, don’t know why I did but I kinda liked it so here it is
Feel free to compliment and or shit talk it
I did this, I changed this world from a beautiful paradise of broken people in a broken world into a desolate decaying land of perfect people in a perfect world.
I wanted to fix things, I saw imperfection and tried to perfect it, I took humanity in my hands and shaped it into my image, people no longer felt sad, it was beautiful at first but this was the beginning of the end.
Next I ended all hate, then anxiety, then fear. The people were happy, always happy and for awhile that was good. Then my greatest sin, I ended death, they would live forever and never die of old age, and because they could never feel hate they would never try and kill each other.
Then it happened, a perfect race slaughtered each other, blood flooded the streets, fires everywhere and oh the screaming sang everywhere. Everyone was gone, dead and cold and I didn’t know why.
It took years but I finally understood, I tried to take broken people and make them perfect, I was so blinded that I never saw the perfection in a broken world, they killed out of love, they killed for peace, they killed for salvation.
I am alone here now and I always will, I will tend to my dying garden as I watch over a perfect world once filled with perfect people, I am their protector and their reaper
Feel free to compliment and or shit talk it
I did this, I changed this world from a beautiful paradise of broken people in a broken world into a desolate decaying land of perfect people in a perfect world.
I wanted to fix things, I saw imperfection and tried to perfect it, I took humanity in my hands and shaped it into my image, people no longer felt sad, it was beautiful at first but this was the beginning of the end.
Next I ended all hate, then anxiety, then fear. The people were happy, always happy and for awhile that was good. Then my greatest sin, I ended death, they would live forever and never die of old age, and because they could never feel hate they would never try and kill each other.
Then it happened, a perfect race slaughtered each other, blood flooded the streets, fires everywhere and oh the screaming sang everywhere. Everyone was gone, dead and cold and I didn’t know why.
It took years but I finally understood, I tried to take broken people and make them perfect, I was so blinded that I never saw the perfection in a broken world, they killed out of love, they killed for peace, they killed for salvation.
I am alone here now and I always will, I will tend to my dying garden as I watch over a perfect world once filled with perfect people, I am their protector and their reaper