Towards the Void

By Morsalin Islam

The consulting philosopher was living a usual life. Calm, quiet, maybe, even peaceful. He was attending seminars, doing usual research but he didn’t know someone was following him. Things changed when a dead blonde girl showed up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morsalin Islam
• Release date: Oct 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005888831

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance of characters to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

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Towards the Void

Morsalin Islam Shouradip

A Novelette

Towards the Void

Someone was running. I didn’t know who. Because I couldn’t see who’s it. But I knew someone was running. Because I could hear him. As I trust my ears, I knew someone was running.

I didn’t know who was running. I also didn’t know what he was running from. Or why he was running. Was he afraid of something? Was someone or something following him? I didn’t know. Because I wasn’t there. Then, where was I?

Maybe he was just running. Who knew? Why can’t someone just run without any reason? Maybe he was jogging. Oh, stop it. Who I’m kidding? I knew he was running because he was afraid. He was running from something. Or someone.

People don’t jog in the deep of a forest. They run most of the time; from something or someone. He was running in the deep of a forest and he was running fast. No one jogs like that.

But where is he going?

I asked the question and suddenly discovered a door. More accurately I saw a door a mile in front of me.

How’s that even possible? Was it me running? But how? No, the more appropriate question would be why. Why I was running?

As I realized that it was I who was running, I felt an irrational fear. I sped up and continued running.

Then I opened the door and entered…

Then I opened my eyes.

***

Oh! So it was just a dream! But why was I running in my dream?

Who knows?

I felt like my brain wasn’t working. Because I couldn’t think anything for a moment. I felt so dumb that for a second I doubted that I could even tell my name.

So, I tried to remember my name. And I succeeded. Oh, what a relief!

Then I remained sitting on the bed for another few minutes. I tried to catch my breath. No, not breath; more like thoughts. I was trying to catch my own thoughts. Is that what I was doing in the dream? Was I trying to catch my