1 Chapter 1 (1/2)
Some believe in fairytale, while some just thought it was nothing but a story that was made for children. But have you ever thought from where or based on what those writers made that fairytale?
Is it just a delusion from the writers? Or is it something they experienced themselves? Or maybe they based it on something they have seen and made it up from that? No one knows, and no one cares as long as it was a great story that the children liked.
For an avid reader, any story that could pick their interest is a great book. Even if the book were to be said as bad or not interesting, as long as there are people that read and like it, that story is worth reading.
Different people has different taste and that is the reason why many author stopped writing. Be it because of personal reason or because of the comment from their reader. There is one truth that all author hate the most and that is reading the cold hard truth and heart breaking hate from the readers.
”Hmph. It was a good read, sadly, the author left it.” A man with straight and soft black hair said while closing the book he downloaded from 'amazing' on his phone.
The man looked to be in his early twenty, he was tall but not too tall, he's around 5'9 feet with a lean body and pale white skin. His bright green eyes looked to be sleepy and there is a dark eye bag under his eyes.
He yawned while throwing his phone on the bed, he then stood up from his chair as he popped his stiff shoulder and neck. Hearing his stomach screaming at him, he decided to make some light food for himself.
Not noticing that it was already past noon he walked toward the kitchen. However, when he was about to open the door of his room, he remembered that there is nothing in his fridge. He run out of ingredients and need to go and buy some junk food from the nearest stores.
Walking back to his bed to grab his wallet, he then checked inside it to see if he still have some cash with him.
”Great! Nothing… I forgot that I used all of it yesterday, ugh… Living alone is really not fun. So many things to do, so little time to read.” He said with a pained look on his face.
Messing his hair with his right hand, he put his wallet back on the bed. ”Going and take some cash is too damn far away… not happening, don't have the energy to go. Meh…. Let's sleep it off, I probably eat in my dream. Yeah…” He said with a small smile on his lips.
He then laid down on his bed, looking at the ceiling of his tidy and neat room, he pondered about his lives so far.
His name is Glen Bladester, a lowly high school graduate that worked by writing some web novel on the net. Although he was not the best, but it was good enough for him to make a living out of it.
The most sad things about it is that, he was an introvert and not having a friend just made it worst for him. Not to mention that his parents left him to fend for himself after he graduated from high school.
They died from a car accident when they tried to celebrate his graduation. He was in that car too, he always cursed the god for not killing him that time. For what reason the god leave him with this burden?
He doesn't have any relatives from any of his parents. He was truly alone in the world, alone to fend for himself.
A week after he was released from the hospital, he tried to commit suicide but failed to do it. His fear of death and the act of ending his own life made him shake in terror. He remember that his mother was the one who shielded him by hugging his body when the incident happened, hence he was still alive.
Ending his life meant that he wasted his mother love for him. He couldn't do it, he loved his parents too much to do that.
Feeling hurt and alone, he always cried his heart out until remembered that his mother used to read him a story when he was still a child. He must be strong, like the hero from that fairytale, a story about a hero that fought with a dragon, never give up, never despair.
And at that time he decided that he's going make his own story, he believed, he persisted. The money his parents leave him is enough for him to live for a few years, as long as he used it sparsely and only for his needs.
With his may attempt to make a good story, he was finally able to make a living from writing it. Many heart breaking moment and short outburst of cursing his readers after that, he was content of having a story he was proud of.
At least, he was able to release 3 book and made some profit out of it. Even his former teacher from high school was surprised when the teacher came to check on him.
After having his success in live, he was proud and sure that his mother and father were happy to see him living just fine.
Though it was not healthy as he was always pulling an all-nighter almost every day.
Staying home all the time and only come out of his house to buy something or go to the bank. He has nowhere else to go, he doesn't have the drive to go anywhere or having fun in the outside world.
He was waiting. Waiting for his time to come, the time for him to die.
Thinking to that point, he let his eyes to close slowly as the darkness eat his consciousness. Letting out a long sigh as he sleep, he breathed his last breath. His body was damaged beyond repair, not eating, drinking and sleeping properly made his body to slowly die out from the inside.
But the content smile on his lips was the evident that he was at least living his live to the fullest. Not losing to his despair, nor giving up on his path to move forward even though he still cannot let go the fact that he still want to die.
Working hard for 5 years without rest is just that bad. Call him foolish, an idiot, or even crazy. But he was desperate to let out all of his dream of creating his own story. And he succeeded. He was content.
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In a place that was filled with white and blank space with nothing in it, a single small flickering ball of light floated slowly. It was flickering weakly, as if the light is about to disappear and die out in that instant.
”Child….” An ancient and old voice called out from nothing.
The voice sounded really sad when it called out to something. There is a feeling of warmth and gentleness when the voice resounded in the blank white space.
”Child…. Open your eyes.” It called out again.
When the ancient voice called out for the second time, there is a change on the small flickering ball of light. It stopped flickering and slowly regained its brightness, slowly and finally it let out a burst of light so bright that it made the blank white space it shone brighter than before.
”… Mom… your food is delicious as always…”
A man's voice different from the ancient one resounded in the bright white space. The man's voice were filled with sad yet happy emotion at the same time.
The voice belong to Glen Bladester, he was having a nice dream of having his mother cooking a feast for him. His father seating beside him with a wide smile on his face. He has always been having this dream when he was exhausted.
But this time, his nice dream were interrupted and he is not happy about it. He opened his eyes slowly to look who it is that break into his house.
”.....”
When he opened his eyes fully, he was left speechless without a word or sound. 'What kind of weird dream I'm having now?' he thought sounded dumbfounded.