Red Shelves
Death is a black hole.
Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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After a few years, sorry, I just made my first 1000 reads. I have subscribed to authors, read and commented on many articles, poems and stories.
I would just say to subscribe and read the works of others and leave comments. Let people get to know you. You will get your own fan base like that. Time? I would say about 6 months to a year?
I have been writing here for 7 years and have over 30,000 views (I am quite proud of that while others would think it not that good). Some stories are more popular than others. I remember getting quite excited when I reached my 1000 views milestone, but I couldn't tell you which story or how I got there! One thing I always try to to, though, is share. Anything I write here, I will share on social media. My most viewed article is one that inspired me to create a series of similar articles. There is, however, always an element of luck.