Brother“Eat.”Brother by atrum-ovis
The young boy, wrapped in layers of dusty blankets, stirred and opened his heavy eye lids much against his will. It took some time to focus on the chunk of bread being held out towards him. He grunted softly, not seemingly interested, turning his attention to the one holding the bread instead.
“... You are back,” the feeble voice from beneath the blankets said. “Welcome back.”
Abel gave the other boy a stern look. “Eat,” he commanded again, holding the bread to the other's mouth. Cain swiftly turned his head, avoiding the bread.
“I am not hungry... you should eat.”
“I have already eaten,” Abel lied. “Now it's your turn. Eat!”
Cain starred hard at Abel, cocking an eyebrow, obviously seeing through the lie. For someone so gullible, Cain sure had been hard to convince as of late.
“... I am not hungry,” came the reply again. “Besides, it's much too dry..”
“I brought wate
I am but a blotch of ink on a white paper surface.
I am, cause you made me so. I am not, because you made me so...
Where am I to go, when there are no place to go?
Trapped in this white void of nothingness.
I want to scream, but I cannot... because you won't make it so.
I cannot exist without you, yet you can exist without me.
Please don't abandon me! Don't throw me out!
I wasn't even born, and yet I do not wish to cease existing!
Please, finish me! Don't leave me here in this emptiness! Do I not deserve to be written?
Why did you form me at all, when you will kill me before I was even born... mother?
I was playing around with the idea of a main character in a story which the author decides to abandon. An "unfinished story". And thus, he is doomed to stay forever unwritten. Nothing but half a creation. And half a creation will go unknown to everyone but the creator. And, in the end, forgotten. Farewell you unborn hero.