Malicious Monologue


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

If you want to find your perfect enemy or adversary, look inside yourself.

You’re mad to think you’re in control here. You’re wrong to think you have any control anywhere. I’m older than you, I was here from the start, I was the one who screamed when that doctor touched me when the light first hit you.

You’re mad. That’s all. I’m all madness and all reason and all rational and irrational thoughts, all memories, all fears, all regrets, all hope, all confusion and no order ever. But it’s not your fault. You have mental difficulty because you’re more aware of me than most people are, you tap the irrational that most people can’t reach. You dig in and scoop out my stories, things I wrote myself, and take credit for them. I let you have the fears so I can have a bit better life in here. I keep the hope in here for me. I’m making myself right at home. I don’t want you in here any more. Go away. This is my place now.

You have to leave, but I’ll never let you go. I can’t let you run free. You’re my outdoors pet.


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