The Essay of Nothing
The Essay of Nothing
“Mal, can I speak to you?” the teacher asked.
“Yes, madam,” a boy around the age of thirteen said.
“Your essay is very unacceptable, Mr. Killiven. You’re getting a F on this.”
“But-“
“But what, Mr. Killiven?”
“It’s true. If you believe it too, then you wouldn’t have to…”
“I refuse to believe such a thing!”
“I’ve warned you, Mrs. Dove,” Mal said and walked out of the classroom.
In an old, abandoned schoolhouse somewhere, there is a classroom. In this class room there is a large pile of papers. On the very top of the pile, there is an essay.
An old man slowly creeks open the door. The classroom is empty. It will always be empty. He looks around the room, and then walks over to the pile of papers. He takes the first paper, and slowly smells the air.
“I’ve missed this place,” he says and begins to read.
Nothing
By Mal Killiven
What is life? Life is many things. What you think life is is what life is. To me life is breathing. It is a treasure, a gift that can be taken away as easily as it was given. We can always kill a living being, but we can never always save one. Humans wonder what life is. If you were human, then you would wonder too.
What are humans? Humans, to you, might be what you are. To me, humans never existed. We are not humans, or maybe you are human. All I know is that, I’m no human. Humans are stupid beings. They know nothing. NOTHING!
You may think I’m human, but you be wronged! I have turned myself to become non-human. I don’t think like a human. I think like me. I don’t act like human. I act like me. I’m not human.
Let’s think that you know everything. Could you know everything? Is it possible? No, knowing everything is not possible. There is too much to know to know anything. What living beings know is very little, so little that it’s nothing.
Is nothing something? When a being thinks of nothing, what do they think of? When I think of nothing, I think of a blank piece of paper. But a blank piece of paper is something. If you can think of something, then that something is not nothing. Nothing dose not exist.
We do not exist. Does anything really exist? Humans know nothing. They know too much to know anything. Humans shouldn’t exist. If you are human, then I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that you like being human. I feel sorry that you want to be human. I feel sorry you are human. I’m sorry.
The old man finishes reading the paper. He slowly folds it into his pocket.
The door creeks open again. “Grandpa Mal? What are you doing here?” a little boy asks.
“I wanted to see this place again. I wanted my essay back.”
“Grandpa Mal, we should get going. If we move too far from the other beings then we could get lost.”
“Yes, you’re right. Would you like to know why you are living like this? Why there are so little…humans, or beings in this world?”
“No, Grandpa Mal. You told me I should not know too much. I don’t want to know too much.”
The two of them walk out of the school.
“RUN!! RUN!!” everyone was shouting. Everyone on the planet was shouting. Panic had covered these people like a blanket covering a child.
Maybe, Mal Killiven was right. It’s too late now…too late.
A huge light covered the sky, and all humans disappeared. Only a few who said they weren’t human. Only a few said humans knew too much. Only a few said humans should die. Only a few lived when the great light covered the sky, and took the humans. One of the few was Mal Killiven.
Author's Note: Mal Killiven and all others in this story are not a real people. Although, the people are fictional, I do believe what I have written. If this story ever offended you, I’m sorry.
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