They say the force field was down when the meteor hit. He was a child then. The meteor had divided the dwelling into two. The upper and the lower. The meteor's radioactive core also changed the people in these two areas. The upper beings resembled humans while the lower beings resembled nothing anyone was familiar with. So in all senses they became the lower forms. The one thing that unsettled the upper beings was that the lower beings had special powers and could control anything they wished. This irked a few upper beings as to how someone who can control someone else be called a lower being? Soon they were called outcasts and were pegged in between the two. They were the ones who leaked this story and called for an intergalactic intervention. So today the world will decide who is the real lower and who the upper. But the middle stays the same.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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