Let us return to the Random Book Prompt. Grab a book off your shelf, a story from your e-reader, whatever and however you like. Me? I looked inside.
Regardless of how you choose your book, use its first line as your own and then take it from there. Credit goes where credit's due.
Had a pretty quiet day off today. It was much needed.
Humans of New York: Stories by Brandon Stanton
I died for eight minutes on January 26th. Ain't nobody thought I was coming back. Least of all me. But I did.
So here I am. I've seen the other side. I know what waits for us there, in the dark. It's not just for me, you know. The same thing will happen to us all. It's just that everybody else gets to tell themselves The Lie. They go about their day to day business, living their meaningless lives. Lying to themselves every step of the way. Believing The Lie each and every time they tell it to themselves.
They believe because they think that they have to. That admitting The Truth, that facing that lurking, patient darkness would make their existence meaningless. Like they'd just up and quit. Because what's the damned point, right?
Not me though. I ain't got the luxury of The Lie. I know The Truth now.
And I am all the more dangerous for it.