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"The Edge"

He had had enough. Nothing anyone could say to him would change his mind. He’d been pushed to the edge by himself and was now unable to escape. Everything he’d done, everything he’d achieved, everyone he knew, everything he’d seen, no longer mattered. A vortex has swallowed them all up. Crushing every memory, destroying ever moment and enjoying it. Everything that had made him him, no longer existed. It was as if he’d just been released from the prison holding him prisoner, except the bars were a force stronger then metal. Those bars were made of fear.

This is the necessary facts of life that one must accept in order to survive the world and live in comfort: If one does no live by the rules then one must be detained their right of freedom in order to prevent them from having contact with the outside world. Freedom: A state in which somebody is able to act and live as he or she chooses, without being subject to any, or to any undue restraints and restrictions. His freedom had been taken from him, but only by choice. No restraints or restrictions were holding himself back, but only himself. It was his choice, his free will. Due to unforeseen consequences, he had chose to cut himself off from the outside world. Perhaps it was his hate of humanity. Due to their sickening acts of greed, terror and punishment that they have set upon the world they inhabit. Perhaps it was so he could spend time alone, hoping that people would have sympathy for him. Hoping that there was hope. Or perhaps he just didn’t care anymore.

The thoughts of suicide crossed his mind at every occurrence of a weapon. Every film he watched, every memory he had, every thought that past his mind, every moment of desperation, was all one step closer to the edge. Everything he was, everything he made himself, was gone and changed. His entire concept of life had changed. No longer was everything about him, but he saw the bigger picture. He discovered himself. Not only did he change his appearance, but he changed the way he thought. He saw beyond the first move, he saw beyond the clouds blocking his view – he saw himself, the way he’d always wanted to be.

Yet, still, there was no one to inform him of this great thing he’d done. Everyone had gone; he’d moved away; people changed; he changed; he lived. During his year of transformation, he spent most of this time alone. Just considering everything that you would think of, but never having the opportunity to tell anyone. Although he was pleased with his new self, there was still something holding him back. There was still this invisible force of terror that prevented him from achieving his goal. Humanity.

Everyone one of us has a certain ability. We can all breath, we all sleep, we all eat, drink, communicate and most importantly, we can think. Every one of us already knows this, but perhaps don’t really take the time to consider the things we take for granted. He did. He was going to be the one who would make a difference. No matter what was holding him back, he was going to achieve something, and this wasn’t going to be for his parents, for his teachers or for anyone else but himself.


If anyone of us stood still and took a look around, what would you see? Love, beauty, passion and honour? Or greed, terror, horror and disease? He was unsure as to anything anymore. Everything seemed pointless, everything seemed inferior, every test, every bump, and every breakdown was just another part of a daily routine based on rules. There you He saw the pictures of children, lying starving, begging, and in desperate need of help, yet no one was there for them. That’s how he felt. No one was there for him. There was no hope. Some days, everything was calm. The sky was the soft tranquil blue, the trees would sway gently as the morning breeze brushed past them, the sound of the birds would echo through the mind. This was the world that was created by films. The world, which existed, when his eyes were shut.

Those dark nights he spent alone, he began to even question reality. Looking around the room, his eyes became fixated on these objects that had been created by man, to entertain us. A television, with mechanisms so complex that it’s a wonder how they ever thought of one. A keyboard; with the ability to express emotion in a way that perhaps words can’t even describe. The window; showing bright fragrant colours of luscious green surrounding the earth. Could this of been made by a greater force? Does science have the answers? Or do we not even exist?

Everyone has two sides to him or her. Their character in the real world who you see everyday, the one who is seen by their friends as an angel, or by their enemies as the devil, and then they have themselves. The person they really are will perhaps never be seen, but it exists, in everyone of us. It’s the person who cries everytime they fail, everytime they fall, everytime they loose. It’s the person who actually gives a damn, but is too afraid to show it, too afraid to help, too afraid to care.

Before every possible action, there would be thought towards the consequence. What would happen if he walked down this path, instead of that? Is this life full of fate, or are we given this free will to do as we please? Some things just didn’t fit. His only comfort came from the thought that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and he was right, it was only a matter of time before it would appear.

Never willing to answer the questions, but desperate for people to ask them, his sheer anger was kept hidden. Hidden beneath the hidden frowns, behind the tears of hatred and underneath every moment of antagonism Every moment seemed like hours and months of depression ended in many tears and hundreds of thoughts of grief and suffering. But, that all soon disappeared.

For all those months, he’d always wanting to tell people about his achievements, about his beliefs, about his insight into something, but always too afraid.
He would go unnoticed.
His own fear, had kept him prisoner, but within a matter of weeks, everything changed. The exact point that it happened, is a mystery, after all, it wasn’t an overnight occurrence, but a subtle change. Could he really go on living like this? Cutting himself off from the real world, in hope of what? So that people would feel sympathy for him? Or to carry on being this person that he wasn’t? Was that really the life he wanted?
She changed it all.

The clouds of fury soon faded away, the stench in the air of humanity blossomed into the smell of her. Every breathe taken, seemed a privilege to take. Every moment with her, was one like a lifetime of bliss. It had taken too long for him to realise what he’d done to himself, and even though no one took any notice, even though no one really cared, he had won.
She had saved me.

Probably.

Thanks for all the comments. I don't really know how to reply to my own topic, but thought I'd reply anyways, as it'd just look like I've wrote a long GAD attempt and rang off not caring what you lot think. But it's the replies that mean more then anything.

Cheers.

P.S I thought we were already engaged?

YEAH! WOOO! Excellent stuff. Will you marry me?

Quality writing mate, pure quality.

Just replying to say that I did read it. Excellent in the way it described the emotions and thoughts.

Good stuff.

Nice to see an uplifting ending as well: most posts on here - excellent though they are - end with a death or worse. Sometimes I think we all need to cheer up a bit. ;~)

Very good Tom. More people should read this, I think. It's a pity and also a blessing that we don't have so many visitors to this forum if this is the result.

Not really sure how to reply, but just to say I have read it. And, as ever, I'm not going to say I know exactly what you went through, but I think it'll suffice for me to say I have read it and understand how such a state of mind as you described at first can exist in this world. Maybe it is how I have felt sometimes, maybe I just think it is, I cannot feel what you have been through only try to understand it.

Very good writing, very good story. Story doesn't seem the right word, but I can't think of a better one right now. It'll do.

He had had enough. Nothing anyone could say to him would change his mind. He’d been pushed to the edge by himself and was now unable to escape. Everything he’d done, everything he’d achieved, everyone he knew, everything he’d seen, no longer mattered. A vortex has swallowed them all up. Crushing every memory, destroying ever moment and enjoying it. Everything that had made him him, no longer existed. It was as if he’d just been released from the prison holding him prisoner, except the bars were a force stronger then metal. Those bars were made of fear.

This is the necessary facts of life that one must accept in order to survive the world and live in comfort: If one does no live by the rules then one must be detained their right of freedom in order to prevent them from having contact with the outside world. Freedom: A state in which somebody is able to act and live as he or she chooses, without being subject to any, or to any undue restraints and restrictions. His freedom had been taken from him, but only by choice. No restraints or restrictions were holding himself back, but only himself. It was his choice, his free will. Due to unforeseen consequences, he had chose to cut himself off from the outside world. Perhaps it was his hate of humanity. Due to their sickening acts of greed, terror and punishment that they have set upon the world they inhabit. Perhaps it was so he could spend time alone, hoping that people would have sympathy for him. Hoping that there was hope. Or perhaps he just didn’t care anymore.

The thoughts of suicide crossed his mind at every occurrence of a weapon. Every film he watched, every memory he had, every thought that past his mind, every moment of desperation, was all one step closer to the edge. Everything he was, everything he made himself, was gone and changed. His entire concept of life had changed. No longer was everything about him, but he saw the bigger picture. He discovered himself. Not only did he change his appearance, but he changed the way he thought. He saw beyond the first move, he saw beyond the clouds blocking his view – he saw himself, the way he’d always wanted to be.

Yet, still, there was no one to inform him of this great thing he’d done. Everyone had gone; he’d moved away; people changed; he changed; he lived. During his year of transformation, he spent most of this time alone. Just considering everything that you would think of, but never having the opportunity to tell anyone. Although he was pleased with his new self, there was still something holding him back. There was still this invisible force of terror that prevented him from achieving his goal. Humanity.

Everyone one of us has a certain ability. We can all breath, we all sleep, we all eat, drink, communicate and most importantly, we can think. Every one of us already knows this, but perhaps don’t really take the time to consider the things we take for granted. He did. He was going to be the one who would make a difference. No matter what was holding him back, he was going to achieve something, and this wasn’t going to be for his parents, for his teachers or for anyone else but himself.


If anyone of us stood still and took a look around, what would you see? Love, beauty, passion and honour? Or greed, terror, horror and disease? He was unsure as to anything anymore. Everything seemed pointless, everything seemed inferior, every test, every bump, and every breakdown was just another part of a daily routine based on rules. There you He saw the pictures of children, lying starving, begging, and in desperate need of help, yet no one was there for them. That’s how he felt. No one was there for him. There was no hope. Some days, everything was calm. The sky was the soft tranquil blue, the trees would sway gently as the morning breeze brushed past them, the sound of the birds would echo through the mind. This was the world that was created by films. The world, which existed, when his eyes were shut.

Those dark nights he spent alone, he began to even question reality. Looking around the room, his eyes became fixated on these objects that had been created by man, to entertain us. A television, with mechanisms so complex that it’s a wonder how they ever thought of one. A keyboard; with the ability to express emotion in a way that perhaps words can’t even describe. The window; showing bright fragrant colours of luscious green surrounding the earth. Could this of been made by a greater force? Does science have the answers? Or do we not even exist?

Everyone has two sides to him or her. Their character in the real world who you see everyday, the one who is seen by their friends as an angel, or by their enemies as the devil, and then they have themselves. The person they really are will perhaps never be seen, but it exists, in everyone of us. It’s the person who cries everytime they fail, everytime they fall, everytime they loose. It’s the person who actually gives a damn, but is too afraid to show it, too afraid to help, too afraid to care.

Before every possible action, there would be thought towards the consequence. What would happen if he walked down this path, instead of that? Is this life full of fate, or are we given this free will to do as we please? Some things just didn’t fit. His only comfort came from the thought that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and he was right, it was only a matter of time before it would appear.

Never willing to answer the questions, but desperate for people to ask them, his sheer anger was kept hidden. Hidden beneath the hidden frowns, behind the tears of hatred and underneath every moment of antagonism Every moment seemed like hours and months of depression ended in many tears and hundreds of thoughts of grief and suffering. But, that all soon disappeared.

For all those months, he’d always wanting to tell people about his achievements, about his beliefs, about his insight into something, but always too afraid.
He would go unnoticed.
His own fear, had kept him prisoner, but within a matter of weeks, everything changed. The exact point that it happened, is a mystery, after all, it wasn’t an overnight occurrence, but a subtle change. Could he really go on living like this? Cutting himself off from the real world, in hope of what? So that people would feel sympathy for him? Or to carry on being this person that he wasn’t? Was that really the life he wanted?
She changed it all.

The clouds of fury soon faded away, the stench in the air of humanity blossomed into the smell of her. Every breathe taken, seemed a privilege to take. Every moment with her, was one like a lifetime of bliss. It had taken too long for him to realise what he’d done to himself, and even though no one took any notice, even though no one really cared, he had won.
She had saved me.