Top Hat Chronicles: Stories - The Black Hole ( Inglês )

 

Top Hat Chronicles






The Black Hole



There I was, riding my Bycicle, happy with what I had acheived in life.
As I was Riding I look at the birds flying through the blue sky.
But suddenly I find myself in another world, not a normal world but some kind of fantasy world.
However the surroudings of this aparent fantasy shared a lot of similarities with the "real world".
As I observed carefuly the details of this place, something caught my eye.
In the distance there was a black mystical ball of darkness staying still, however not for long as the sphere suddenly started to move in my direction.
Scared, I quickly hopped on to my bycicle and started pedaling as fast as my little legs could.
As the ball folowed me it started to get bigger and bigger.
I was scared out of my life, but that's when I saw my dog running happily by my side.
I felt a glimpse of happiness in my heart, and as I looked back I saw that the ball was now smaller!
As I observed this happening I realized that this mystical ball was made of my fears, insecurities and unhappiness.
But as I got scared the ball started to get bigger again.
I pedaled, and pedaled, and pedaled, but it seemed like the ball was somehow gaining more speed.
I tried to remember about happy things but nothing happened.
Suddenly a door apeared in front of me.
The door opened, I got in and it closed in my back as soon as I had entered.
The ball was trying to enter by turning the door into ashes.
I kept pedaling as hard as I could to escape from the ball, but it was impossible as the ball was only a few meters away from me.
I panicked as it started to devour the back wheel of my bycicle.
I jumped out of the vehicle as fast as I could hitting the ground hardly.
The dark object stopped in front of me as it destroyed and ate my bycicle completely.
I looked at it as I was laying in the ground with my hands hurting from the impact I suffered.
But then that life sucking hovering object of darkness started to eat my legs as I was alive feeling all the pain it caused!
In a matter of seconds the ball was already eating my torso and moving to the head!
In the end the dark sphere ate my body and devoured my soul completely.
After this the so called "ball" kept on eating and sucking the soul out of the people in there very own fantasy worlds.
The worst of it all was that I saw each terrified face of each living soul being eaten alive.
Years passed until there were no more humans left in this planet and the only remaining thing was the mystical black hole.



( 05-08-2021 )






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