Write Me Now-Reincarnation

Write Me Now is a game to help improve your creativity by practicing writing, which is the key of becoming a good writer. Test your imagination by writing a story that you didn’t choose. You will be given a beginning and an ending, and you get to fill the story with whatever plot you come up with to link them together. Share what you wrote here in the comments space below with other writers and see how they imagined the story to be. So open up your mind and let the stream of ideas gush into reality and let’s write me now.

The beginning:

“I believe you heard that sound; But let’s consider that it was a kind of hallucination”, My Psychiatric said. This was my fifth day in the asylum and Dr. Alfred was pretty much my only chance of getting out of there. What bothered me most was that he didn’t seem to listen to a word I said, although I kept repeating my answers to his questions. “No it wasn’t a hallucination, it isn’t, and don’t you get it? The voice I heard and the visions I saw were as real as you sitting in front of me. Dr. Alfred you must let me go, please. I keep telling you about my role in this life and how I will save the world and you keep stalling; the problem is I don’t have enough time. I need to finish what I have started”. We stared at each other for a while; and the coldness that emanated from his eyes was harsher than the coldness of the room temperature itself. “Professor Angie, let’s talk about your colleagues at the Lab” He said. At that moment, I couldn’t control my emotions or myself; I rushed to his stylus and threw it at his face. When he showed no reaction; tears started to pool my eyes, blurring my vision. “I didn’t kill them” I whimpered, and before I could say another word he said “But when the police found you, you were standing by their bodies, covered with their blood, with a knife in your hand”. He seemed disinterested with my explanation, and I really hated his monotone and the way he made my skin crawl. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and slowly slid to the floor as I spoke “I have reincarnated them into the mother earth because I need them; I need them to fight with me. That’s why you have to let me go. I must reincarnate the rest of the Botanists; I must build an army before I reincarnate myself.  Dr.Alfred, I am not crazy and I haven’t lost my mind, I am the same Professor Angie who works at the University, but you have to believe me when I say that the visions were real and vivid about the end of the world. As I said and will keep saying, the dragons will rise from Pompeii and will wipe out the human race. No human can conquer them only I along with other Botanists can because we will then be reincarnated into plants, flowers and trees; and will poison them all. You have to understand” Tears washed my face and I couldn’t think of anything but the time I was wasting in there. “Professor Angie, I understand the amount of stress that you have been through and I understand how hard it is to lose your daughter and husband at the same time, but those are hallucinations and delusions. And I believe that you believe you have to save the…” He came to a halt and couldn’t finish when he saw the rage and fury in my eyes at the mention of the accident. “Don’t you dare”, my voice was vibrating with wrath that was even alien to me. “I am not hallucinating. I am not delusional. And I am sure as hell that I am not stressed nor shocked or whatever state of mind you want to frame me in. And, I did not lose them. They are here but as plants because they too will fight with me”

….Write Me Now…

The Ending:

16 days after my escape, I went to the asylum at night and hid in the parking lot waiting for Dr.Alfred to finish his shift. When he finally got out and reached to his car, I appeared to him, and once he saw me he gaped at me in terror and said “God Help us all”, I responded dryly saying “No. not God, But nature will” and left. 

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  • Osama Abdel Latif

    Fear is a sign of cowardness and insecurity.