Daryash-Koh (daryash_koh) wrote in paper_voices,

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Thank you very much for creating this community. I hope you enjoy my first post, a short short story called:


I saw him walking down the sidewalk, headed back in the direction of his apartment. I pulled my head back, pressed myself flat against the wall, and concentrated on keeping my breath slow and even. What did a racing heart mean to me now? I had subjected myself to many moments like this just to reach this point in time.

He was very close, I could hear his footfalls. In a few seconds he would be passing the alley. Then I would step out and...

Then everything would be changed. I would be remade into a phantom.

I could see his expression as he crossed in front of the alley. All I had to do was act. I had pictured many times how his expression would be changed when I made my presence known. But even as my body began to move, my mind held back for a thousandth of a second, a hesitation before casting itself into oblivion.

“Hello.” Hearing a voice no doubt startled him. But this was ordinary. When he turned, and saw who was speaking, then he was startled. Then he was struck, turned to stone with a metaphysical awe at a sight that stripped away all conventions of self.

And I felt it too.
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