Chewing On Glass Presents: Actual Meaning

“I think I lost it,” he exhales. “Lost what?” She asks without facing him. “The ability to write. The ability to say anything of actual meaning,” he stares into the nothing that surrounds her. “Why do you suppose that is?” She asks as if she doesn’t care. “Because I let it rot itself out. I let it go to shit for no reason. Now it festers there with everything that I try to say. Every idea, every thought slowly rotting away at me with nothing to say,” he tries to explain. “Well can’t you get it back if it is right there. Allow yourself time to heal so to speak?” She asks almost robotically, almost of she is on rails with her lack of concern. “No, I can’t because in its absence life got in the way. My brain got in the way. Spread the infection deeper and deeper. Everything, what little I once had is now gone. I am lost in my own empathy with nowhere to go. It is as though my life has become one of my stories. It has become a nightmare,” he rationalizes starring deeper into the nothing. She turns to him breaking his concentration, “The answer is simple then.” He stares into her eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before? “Oh really and what’s that?” He asks while he wonders about something else. She doesn’t break eye contact as she speaks. “Why don’t you simply wake up?” She asks in the most serious of tones.

“Jesus Alan, what’s with the screaming?” A woman he has never seen shouts at him. The words woke him without ever feeling asleep. Confused on how or what is happening he looks around him. “Right here asshole. You’ve only been in a coma for three weeks it’s not like it was a lifetime,” she barks at him. They are sitting in what he assumes is her office. She is dressed in a business suit as she moves papers around on her desk. The room fills very high up and the sun is pouring through the windows. Is this my editor? He wonders. She snaps her fingers breaking his concentration. Where have I seen those eyes before? He wonders. There is a glass of water on the desk. He reaches for the glass but he doesn’t understand why. Everything feels played out. Almost rehearsed. He watches his arm move in slow motion to pick up the glass. The glass feels almost unreal in his hand. The water doesn’t move as he lifts up the glass. It doesn’t sweat. It doesn’t feel like anything. It is almost as if the glass is empty and full at the same time. The stranger slaps his hand and the glass falls to the floor. The glass doesn’t shatter and it doesn’t spill. “Don’t drink that your body isn’t ready. As for who I am and how you got here. Well that’s simple,” she smiles. “It is?” He asks confused. She snaps again. “You want the longer version or the short version? She asks. He thinks over what she is asking. Watching the glass sit perfectly still on its side. “Long I guess. There’s something wrong with your,” he tries to get out but she cuts him off. She speaks in rapid tones of noises and what seem like made up words. He watches as her face mouths the words and the light in the room goes from day to night and back to day when she stops suddenly. She exhales a long breath.

“Basically you tried to kill yourself and I’m you only I’m the female you and even then I’m just made up pieces of all the females you have wanted or dreamed of being with,” she sums up. “All the women? Where the hell am I?” He asks as layer upon layer of confusion sets in. “Check it out. Two different people,” she says ignoring his questioning of this reality. She leans her body over the desk so he can get a better look of her face. “Two different people,” she moves her head side to side. “Well really more like twenty, but face wise two. Pretty cool huh?” She asks without asking. He sits there silently studying her face. Two very different people he thinks. “Well I think it is cool. I can tell you have no idea what is happening, but do we really have to be stuck in this office all day? We can really go anywhere we want and yet we are here?” She asks. “I don’t understand what is going on,” is all he can say. She snaps her fingers and the room changes in a blink of an eye. They are on a beach. Endless sand, but no water. Only the sound of the waves crashing around them. Their clothes have changed and she notices him staring at her. “Yeah this breast situation isn’t ideal. To be honest it is a tad bit awkward,” she moves her chest closer so he can see in an innocently suggestive manner. One breast is very much bigger than the other one. “One double D and the other an A. Yeah you are seeing that in real time. Do you have an idea how difficult it is to find a bra in these dimensions? Let alone what it is like on a date? Well it is a lot like it is now,” she sighs. “No, I’m sorry but I created you?” He seems to be questioning himself more than asking. She looks side to side as if to make sure no one is around. Only adding to his confusion. “Yeah, you did. Do you see anyone else around?” She asks. “How could I have done this?” He asks. “What? Create everything around us or mess up my breasts? Flip of the coin really,” she says sarcastically. “You don’t have to be like that. I’m having a really hard time processing all of this,” he states. “I know I can feel it,” she says in a worried tone. “You need to calm down. Close your eyes and think of something else. Whatever you want.” He does as he is told. Closing his eyes and trying to relax. Relax in the darkness of his mind. “Sweet you fixed my breasts. Thank you, thank you,” she exclaims with glee. He opens his eyes and the bright sun blinds him at first. He winces and has he does clouds begin to form in the sky. Bringing down the intensity of the light until he is comfortable. “Is this heaven?” He asks with a smile. “This? No, fuck no. What made you think this was heaven?” She asks. “Well I control everything seems to be the obvious answer,” he states. She sighs, “Well first off I don’t know much more than anything than you know as I am you. But last we knew or you knew or whatever. God controls heaven and you aren’t God so, one could easily assume based on what you do and don’t know that this is in fact not heaven. Make sense?” She asks. He shakes his head, “No, not even a little bit.” She shrugs her shoulders. “That’s it? That’s your answer?” He asks. “Pretty much,” she states openly. “So I’m not in heaven. I’m just in a shoulder shrug. Awesome makes sense,” he says. “You are focusing way too much on things that don’t matter. This is literally nothing. Physically it is nothing. It feels like something, the sand, but it is all nothing,” she states. He turns to look around him. Watching as he changes his surroundings in an instant with only a thought. Watches as towering trees take over the sky. The sound of the waves still crashing in the background.

“Why am I here instead of someplace else?” He asks her. “Because from what I know you were kind of an asshole and even you have admit a tad bit selfish,” she answers her voice coming from behind him. “I’m not an asshole and I’m definitely not selfish,” he snaps back. “Oh really? You’ve been here maybe, well you’ve been here a long time, but you’ve only been here in this part of nothing for five minutes, and when you decided to fix my breasts you went with two D’s rather than two A’s. Hell you could have made me a man, but you didn’t. You chose to keep me as a woman. Asshole in my book,” she tells him. “I’m not an asshole okay?” He turns to face her only to find her completely naked and starring back at him. “I guess you aren’t selfish either?” She asks as though nothing has changed. “You tried to kill yourself and left everyone behind to shift through the mountain of shit you left behind. No one asked for that. No one wanted that, and yet here we are,” she states. She sits down on the newly formed grass that has appeared before them, “I’m going to let you think about that for a moment.” She sits with herself exposed pulling the blades of grass by her feet one by one as he watches her. In an instant she is fully clothed, “I’m not an asshole and you can’t talk to me like that.” She doesn’t even bother to look up at him. “Like a broken record this one. At least you haven’t tried to touch me this time,” she says under her breath. “And if you aren’t then why do you think you have been here so long?” She confronts him holding up the blades of grass in the form of a crown. “You are in control of this and all of this, and still you have no idea what is going on?” She stands up and all the blades of grass scatter across the ground. “I don’t know,” he shouts in frustration. “I wake up in an office, then I’m on a beach, and now I’m in a massive forest with you every step of the way. I don’t know what is going on,” he screams as the world around him shakes. “They said, well you said, well they mentioned,” she says as though she can not think. “They said that you were like a TV constantly flipping between channels,” she finally gets out. “Do you honestly believe that made any sense or somehow answered a single question in my head?” He snaps back. “Yep I do because like I said I am you so, if I think it or say it, it is because you already believe it. None of this is new. We’ve had this conversation a hundred, a hundred and fifty times, but it ends the same every time. Think about what you were thinking about before you woke up,” she touches his face gently tracing the outline.

“I think I lost it,” he says to her. “Lost what?” She asks from behind a desk. “The ability to write. The ability to say anything of actual meaning.” He stares into the nothing that surrounds her. “Why do you suppose that is?”

I hope you enjoyed this story… The first one of this cycle… tried to come out strong… never know how anything will turn out until it posts… Chewing On Glass will be presenting a wide variety of stories this cycle… trying to express the wide spectrum of emotions that I am made of… also trying a few things out… trying to get better at all of this… Want to get better at third person perspective… not my go to style… As with trying anything new… there is a lot of trepidation… but don’t worry… things will always be dark… it is where I live after all… can shed your skin over and over… but you can never shed where you are from…

So what the fuck was this even about?… with the dark theme of suicide… trippy ass locations that don’t make any sense… (If you liked this aspect of the story… wait until I release my next short story book… there is a story in there that takes this theme to the max…)… This story was actually not about any of those things… well it was on the surface… the real theme and inspiration for this story was writers block…

This story was about the annoyance of trying to write something over and over for it to only turn out to be shit… the ups and down of how our brains work… feeling trapped yet knowing you have all the tools to escape… wanting to smash your head into a wall to get the ideas out… only to know that it would do nothing in the end… it was a tricky story to write without giving away all the cards… so in the absence of thought and the frustration of writing nothing of actual meaning… I came up with this story…

As usual my favorite character is the woman… I love her care free… give no fucks… this is how it is attitude… writing bad ass… strong women are my favorite characters to write… I love the idea that in this story… for me at least… that there is this duality of her… she is the one in control… yet has no control at all… a pawn and the ruler of the kingdom… a guide and the true representation of it all… “Hell you could have made me a man, but you didn’t”… That line to me… was a turning point in the story where the main character begins to really question everything beyond the surface… there are moments about questioning everything really because that is what the story is all about… questioning ones thoughts and trying to find actual meaning behind nothing at all…

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