I am currently suffering from a severe condition known as anima foraminis. I fit all the symptoms perfectly: depression, very few friends, even fewer friends that will actually spend time with you, feeling that happiness is hopeless, etc. This condition is otherwise known as a hole in a person's soul. For some strange reason, humans are wired to need love and companionship. And when that is gone from a person's life, something very interesting happens. Suddenly, that person feels that all of life is hopeless, and that nothing will make them feel better. Some people might classify this condition as depression, but I know that my condition has more to it. When I am depressed, I often find that I don't know why. But with anima foraminis, I know exactly why my life feels broken. I am literally lost and left to die in a giant hole in the ground. Some might consider a hole in the ground of large proportions to be a cave, but if that is what this is, all of it's beauty has been vandalized or stolen. Hold on a moment, I feel that this current style of writing may not bring to you the retrospect of what has been happening in The Hole recently. I take you now to a more intriguing style...
The Hole, Entry 1
I feel that it is about time that I started to record the events that have been happening down here lately. But first, let me start from the very beginning. One day, I was walking through a beautiful meadow. As I was walking up a hill, with the intention of seeing the beautiful view below me, I suddenly fell through some sort of sinkhole in the ground! I fell quite a long way, enough that getting back out was impossible. It was a pensive moment, seeing the beautiful blue sky up above me, and knowing that the warmth of the sun was there, but yet the hole was so deep that it couldn't reach me. And also knowing that the hill was out there, I had gotten so close to reaching the top, but suddenly, it was stolen from me. Many months passed, and the hole continued to grow bigger, reaching further and further under the hill. I have continued to explore each path, becoming more and more desperate for the warmth of the sun. I have met many odd, yet foul creatures along the way. But just yesterday, I glimpsed a small ray of sunlight along this very tunnel. When I reached it, it disappeared, but I saw it again, further away. I can only hope that chasing it will lead to something more than just another hole of foul beasts.
The Hole, Entry 2
Today was a most amazing day! I started off continuing to follow the light down the tunnel, when I finally reached a dead end. I was unsure of where to go next, so I began to look around me for anywhere that the light could have possibly escaped to. My eyes happened to be drawn to the ceiling. I couldn't quite reach it, so I took some dirt that was lying in a pile nearby. I built up a sort of mound that I could stand on, and examined the ceiling closer. I could see that there was some sort of symbol with some odd phrases of ancient script written around it. The script read, "Si vis salvari, tantum opus porrige manum tuam." As I looked closer, I saw a smaller script below it that read, "Amor et ecce sanavi te". As I read both scripts aloud something very odd happened. For a moment, I felt nothing, but in the next moment there was a ray of sunlight shining on me. Suddenly, I felt warmth all around me. I looked up to see where the light was coming from, but I found that the ceiling with the inscriptions had disappeared into the light. As I was looking up, I saw a hand reach down towards me, and I heard a voice say, "Come with me, I want to help you." I grabbed onto the hand, and it pulled me through the light. It felt like an eternity before I finally felt my feet touch the ground again. I found myself in another tunnel, but this one was different. I could feel moss beneath my feet, and when I looked around me, I could see mushrooms and other small vegetation growing along the edges and corners. When I looked above me, I saw glowing orbs with wings in every color you could imagine. The entire event was quite exhausting, so I must get my rest for now, but I am truly excited to begin discovering what this new tunnel has to offer in the next few days.
The Hole, Entry 3
At the beginning of this day I awoke to someone shaking me awake. When I opened my eyes, I found a woman in front of me. She told me her name was Эмили. She told me that she was the mysterious person who pulled me up through the light. She gathered some mushrooms to feast on, then sat with me and we talked. She asked me what it was like on the 'lower level'. I tried to tell her of the terrors that I experienced, but I found myself wandering in conversation. How could I talk about such terrible things when I was in good place now? She offered me some valuable advice on places to go and what to do to survive on this 'level'. We made some more conversation, and after awhile, she told me that she had other things she had to get on to, but, as she left, she gave me a gold token, about the size of my palm. Before she headed off, she said, "If you ever need me, just run your fingers over the script on the coin, and I will make the time to find you." I noticed that the script was the same as the subscript I had seen on the mysterious ceiling: "Amor et ecce sanavi te". I waved goodbye, as she walked off along the tunnel, and was soon hidden by a curve of the walls.
Today has been a very good day, and I only hope that they will improve. I am excited, for there must be much to discover. If I could find Эмили, there must be others around here as well. I only hope that I can manage to find them.
I feel that this writing style was certainly more interesting to you, the reader. Here you see the true insanity of my mind. Instead of writing things plainly, I prefer to hide what really happened in layers of metaphors and mystery. Maybe I shall consider this work as my first ongoing short story. I only hope that the character in this story finds happiness rather than tragedy in the end. And that mysterious Эмили. I wonder if she will hold to her word? And why do all the inscriptions have to be in different language? What they really say must mean something to the author. I've heard rumors that the author doesn't know what will happen next. Like this story is based her life or something. And her name is April Stormcloud. Like is that even a real name? I suppose that the future of this story rests literally in the future. Only time will tell what happens next.
A note from the author, April Stormcloud:
Thank you so much for reading my short story, The Hole. I hope that you continue to come back, awaiting the next installment of the thrilling story! Keep the reviews coming, and maybe you'll influence me enough to write your ideas in. I look forward to seeing both this story, and my fanbase grow. I hope my stories leave you feeling both satisfied, and full of questions at the same time. 'Til next time! ~A.S.~
~M.B.~
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