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The Perfect Circle

The End Of The Nightmare

By Mike Singleton ๐Ÿ’œ Mikeydred Published 3 years ago โ€ข 3 min read

The Path To The Perfect Circle

He was being chased. He wasn't sure if he was awake or if this was a dream, but when you are being chased the only thing on your mind is escape. He was running through the woods but came up to a vertical cliff face, but then saw a narrow crack and ran into it, hoping there was a way out at the other end.

He pushed through a barrier and heard a metallic clang as he went through. He looked back and was met with the sight of his way back being blocked by a wall of metal spikes, he wasn't going back and had to press on in case his pursuers came through.

Each of the metal barriers let him through, but each left him with a wall of impenetrable spikes and blades behind him, meaning he had no choice but to go on.

There was no sound behind him, but he wasn't so sure whether there would be, but there was a lot of noise at each barrier he pushed through, so if he were being followed he would surely hear something, though he could not be certain.

Ten barriers he went through until he passed the final one, then he reached the place.

The Perfect Circle

He looked and there were walls that surround the place where he had come out. They rose up into a sky of clouds, although there was no sight of any sky, no sun, no moon, just a strange light that filtered through the cloud base above.

But it was what was in front of him that disturbed him. there was a perferct circle at his feet walled by the cliffs and in that circle there was nothing.

How do you describe nothing?

The cliff walls did not descend below ground level. The was not a void or a hole, it was just complete nothing.

He was alone, blades and spikes and possible pursuers stopping him from going back, but this nothing was stopping him from going anywhere.

This was surely a dream, but as yet he was not waking up.

There was no reflection from the perfect circle of nothing, but it was like the walls just stopped, though obviously, that was physically impossible. He had some change in his pockets. If he threw the coins into the nothing he may find out that there was something there, below the nothing.

He took the coins from his pocket and dropped two into the nothing where he was standing. The coins just disappeared. No splash, no noise, nothing.

He looked up at the walls and clouds and back at the spiked barrier, but they gave him no clue about the perfect circle of nothing.

He was going to starve here

He couldn't go back, he couldn't go up or go round, his only option was to walk into the nothing, and then what?

Was this a gateway to heaven, hell or complete oblivion? He expected the latter.

If he were dreaming he hoped he would wake up.

He threw some more coins into the nothing, but they just disappeared as well. He was more convinced that this was a gateway to oblivion.

He was tired and hungry.

He wasn't being threatened by pursuers but was being threatened by his pursuers but by his mind.

It was telling him to walk into the nothing, then it would all be over.

There was only him here, no one to stop him or advise him.

If he walked into the nothing, it would not matter, he would be gone.

He took a step and started sinking

He felt nothing as he became nothing

Or did he?

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    Written by Mike Singleton ๐Ÿ’œ Mikeydred