The Mission is Terminated

Severely depressed after several difficult lonely years, he spends his days sitting silently in his bedroom with the lights off and the blinds drawn, chain-smoking cigarettes, eating very little, filled with vague terrors and a limitless desperation, his mind wandering in dark and troubled zones.

Scanning the newspaper for omens of the apocalypse is his sole remaining pleasure.

“Metaphysical rust has clogged all mechanisms,” he whispered into his microcassette recorder, huddled under a blanket in a corner of the bedroom in the small hours of the night. “Everything’s ending here.”

a reply to: FurtiveLabors

Im nervous for your wellbeing,

a reply to: Aeshma

This is more prevalent than you imagine.

a reply to: TheJesuit

The concern for the posters mental health?

Between this and the post he/she deleted i just want to give them a hug.

a reply to: Aeshma

It's just a short story I'd scribbled in my notebook a few years back. I was curious to see if it would resonate with others on this site. Sorry if it alarmed you unnecessarily.