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Dissociation/Ghost

The sculpture gave a story.

By Sarah LeePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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At the reminiscence of the events he dissociated from, his eye shone bright, blinding white rays to the infinitely remaining globe.

He was the sole being, the sole physical being everyone had dissociated from, they were promised to be free from all bodily pain, they would be souls and souls they did become but of sudden soliloquy and calamity.

The indifference between humanity and inhumanity, souls had been buried in the turmoil of tranquility- the mud.

His name was unnamed, his body informed, his bone cartilaginous, he was the pre-medieval dying brother even though at the end, he was full grown with eyes shining white rays, he was the being that should've been but never would be.

The world stopped at his command as he was crushed, dissociated from his host and in the process a woman screamed, the brother dissociated and at supersonic speed, he had shot up to space in a blanket of cloud, through the solar system and into Andromeda.

There he was, the all-knowing and all-seeing being, some call it God and other names for this deity but he was, his face plastered onto the expanding universe through the accumulation of constellation, his hands reached out and grabbed the blanket with the small, frail body.

The deity placed another hand on top and rubbed it gently for a few astronomical second until at last, his hands shone its lights and when he let go, the unborn child became a star which then expanded into a full-grown constellation.

It flew into the rest of the universe and the deity said, "Go, my son, let go."

Back on Earth, the mother was nineteen years into the future stared into the sky and there he was, the constellation who was once the dissociated child stared back at his mother and his two younger siblings and smiled.

2) Ghost

The constellation followed them wherever they went, he protected them from any danger, any obstacle, he didn't know how but he had always tried its best and seeing the smile on their faces, he had succeeded.

But little did he know, he wasn't going to remain a constellation forever, it was only the transitional period for his final form, a ghost.

One day during the night, lightning stormed the sky with such roar and power, it garnered an audience who were spectating the sky with awe, some couldn't even remember when the sky boomed with such strength.

But above it all, the deity appeared, the all-knowing being collected the constellation that he had formed from a frail being in a blanket some astronomical seconds ago, he placed his hand above and this time he didn't rub, this time he swayed it around, the stars of the constellation separated until it had evolved into a being, a human.

A human who was dissociated from his host and from the rest of the world a long time ago, a being whose constitutes formed a star later on and collectively a constellation.

A full-grown being he had become, without any notice was dropped into the world, the last words he heard from the deity was, "You didn't let go, my son, you didn't let go."

Falling and falling, he landed on top of a tree but didn't crash the rest of his landing, to his surprise, he wasn't and there was a single scratch on his body, he scrutinized his surrounding and from his view, he saw them.

He saw his family, he moved a little bit closer and was surprised to see he was levitating and from the window, he heard the laughter echoing through the room and his mother looked at him as if she saw him, maybe she did, and smiled. He smiled back.

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Sarah Lee

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