My Hero's Death: A Short Story

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It was with considerable ease that I was able to procure the logs that are to fuel the extinction of my being. Nevertheless, it is increasingly cumbersome to travel miles from the forest that resides in this implacable tundra to the edge of the frigid ocean, which was decided to become my funeral site. This round trip back would be my last. The sledge dogs showed signs of lethargy and inanition. I ceased further motion, unable to bear their suffering and released them from their harnesses. Exhausted, they paced back towards the forest; likely to convalesce, certainly to evade my presence. Once again, I was alone. Alone to suffer the existential despair that has lingered throughout my creation. It would not be long until I am emancipated from …show more content…

There is a figure out in the horizon, wrestling with the waves. It is undoubtedly the ship that housed my creator’s lifeless body; his death was the consummation of my crimes. I dug a hole in the snow for my legs and then assembled the various logs and branches around it. With each chillingly painful step, the distressing introspection was suppressed. Fighting against the icy gales, I continued to stack the logs that are to become my tomb. With lethargy settling in, I halted construction and noticed the Sun was setting, along with the appearance of bright green wisps of light, glimmering in the sky. Mocking me. Mocking my existence and mocking my attempts to flee. Nature was mocking me. Once the site was constructed, I noticed that the water and the wind were unusually still, as if it was permitting me to light the fire. As per my original intention, I complied, but it is rather callous to overtly oppose my …show more content…

An end to this introspection, for the despair is bemusingly excruciating.”
I howl at the stars for existing without knowing this torment. I howl at the water for precipitating the painful introspection. I howl until my throat is hoarse from indignation. I fell to my knees, unable to endure the sorrow, unable to sustain the will to live. There is nothing else for an abhorrence in this world; only abject loneliness and scorn remains. All that remains is death. Absolution for a pitiable existence awaits in annihilation.

I pace towards the stake. The animated flames danced gleefully and roared in anticipation. I collected the larger logs and fashioned a series of steps. As I inched closer, I felt the heat satiating my frigid frame. This was the moment yearned by humanity, you spiteful cowards. But with nothing left, I shall oblige with your desires. It was only when I jumped into the hole that the sheer agony of this ordeal announced itself. The incineration of my flesh. The boiling of my blood. The anguish in my soul. This excruciating torture was unlike any distress I have ever experienced in during my crippling destitution. But this was the pain of liberation. Consequently, I could not inhibit the elation suffusing upon my burning countenance. The body continues to resist the emancipation, convulsing in the blazing chamber. The emaciated will to live is struggling to take control. But the fervent desire to escape this miserable existence embraces my being.

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