Facing Myself
A microfiction story about the contemplative nature of us when we face the end
I waited here for a while. My turn nearing with every step I take. My heart was pounding the whole time, and my palms sweaty.
I thought all of these feelings didn’t exist here. How can they?
I thought about my life. It wasn’t a good life, true, but I did the best I could. Temptations were everywhere, and I had to make a living somehow.
I know I won’t get a second chance, so I accept my fate, but it would be nice. Maybe I would’ve done better the second time.
I am now at the pearly gates.
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This is a microfiction version of a story I had also told in a poem. You can check out the poem below:
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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Comments (3)
We are all just doing the best we can! ❤️. I like this version!!
This was a cool idea to make your poem into a microfiction. Both are great.
Hmmm, they both work great, and I can't choose between them. I guess that was what you're after though, right? Well done, Mohammed!