The Soup Kitchen of the Mind

This story is awful, and that is why it was written.

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I’ll be blunt here, the story you are about to read is about a literal fucking loser. His name was Nicholas. He was 15 years old, gross not only physically; but mentally, and on top of that, he has almost no friends. Nick was a peculiar young man as well, he’d spend his days in his room, fantasizing about some particularly “lovable” characters from a trendy show. The only problem is that he had grown quite big mental relationship with the characters, and he really seemed quite crazy when he told me about it. Hell, I thought he was just being the same old Nicholas, random and whatnot, but his story affected how I thought the world worked. This is his story.

Nicholas woke up one day, feeling great about the day, but it had a weird feel to the word great. It felt as if he was at the top of the world, while at the same time restless and unprepared. But that didn’t stop him! Nicholas continued with his “waking up” process, which consisted of getting his shirt and pants on, walking down stairs, and sitting down on his couch.

“What to do today..” He mumbled to himself.

Suddenly, an idea! He decided to go through his old things in the attic, maybe finding something do. He walked into his hallway, pulled out his ceiling “trap door” and let the latter fall. As soon as that latter fell he ran up those steps with excitement in every movement. After rummaging around for awhile, he found an empty picture frame, an empty box, and a small Walkman from the 80’s. Now to any normal person, these items looked completely useless; and truth be told, they really where. But they were useless for what the young man had in mind for them. Nicholas popped in the Walkman earphones and turned it on.

The sound started as a blooming flower, slowly growing into a designated beat, producing colors with no names, masked by steaks of light that rippled through his mind. The sound waves would fade into a subconscious sound wave that echoed into his head, knocking against ever corner of his brain, from side to side, making his ears potentially lose perception. The music became more and more intense, and produced the most beautiful sounds in the galaxy. Streaks of light would continue to move in correlation to the sound, painting mental images of a physical manifestation of his body and soul; a void of reality that has been barely grazed upon, a field of reality that he was now entering.

Nicholas had gotten so into his music the he stumbled right off the latter, smacking his head dead straight into the box, with the picture frame in it, right as he collided with the floor. Everything went black, and boy, from what he explained, being knocked out doesn't feel like a second, then an abrupt waking up, but a pain describable on conscience terms.  Anyhow, upon his awakening, the real story starts.