Short Story Writing - Finding Emo

Finding Me

It's always lonely. Nothing but eternal darkness in all directions, black as the night sky, but without the stars to guide the way. They say the desert is an empty landscape, but at least you have all your senses intact there. Down here in the ocean bottom, you're lucky to sense anything at all.

Water, cold and omnipresent, that blocks out every feeling and every stimulation one would want. Warmth is nonexistent here, the suns rays can never find their way down to me. The only color here is black. Even when I look upwards towards the sun, or at least when I think I'm looking upwards, (you can never really tell which direction you're facing when you're surrounded by nothing), I can never see it. Nothing to taste but the saltiness of the sea, nothing to hear but the noises emptiness makes. Even my lantern does nothing more than let me know that my eyes are actually open, that I'm actually still alive down here. All there is to do is wait, floating, trying not to think about how alone it is down here.

I'm jealous of all the creatures up above, and theres nothing to do about it. My blood flows green through my body, the only other color I know personally. At first, curiosity guided me through these depths, hoping there was more to this place than darkness. Back then, my lantern would guide me along the ocean floor. Usually, all I would find would be the skeletons of my brethren, picked clean by the scavengers, but at times, I'd find something different from up above that somehow made its way down here unscathed. A shiny hook that reflected the light of my lantern in every way. A patch of sewn string, like a web. Discoveries like these gave me reason to believe that there was more to this world than the darkness all around.

Now though, all that curiosity has turned to anger and contempt. Years and years of emptiness had dissolved all the curiosity of my younger days, and now I hated everything that had to do with the world above. Thats why when I saw you, I exploded. You two found me, attracted by my lantern, as all other creatures down here do. You were different though. Both of you had a color and personality, something that nothing else down here had. A bolt of orange and white, looking desperate as if you too were searching for something. A streak of blue, carefree in an area that would scare most. I knew it once I saw you two, that you were both from up above, and something inside me snapped. Who knew that something that you had once longed for so much could create such an anger. If we had met just a few years prior, we could have been friends and I would have had an endless supply of questions for you, but now I didn't care. I wanted you out of my life and fast. I wanted you to go back up to your world filled with light and leave me to myself. You never cared about me all those years, so why should I have any feelings of hospitality towards you now? I chased you through the ocean, fueled by an uncontrollable rage that wouldn't subside.

You were able to escape though, as I became entangled in something from up above. For a second, as I floated there, unable to move, our eyes caught one another's, and I felt the guilt grow within me. A voice within me told me, "You just wasted your one chance at having a friend." You eventually left, a fearful expression on your face that said you'd never come down here again. Now I float on through this darkness, trying not to think, but thinking only of regret.




Alright well theres my short story. If you haven't guessed it already, it's about the Angler fish (the one with the big teeth and the little light) from Finding Nemo. My prompt was to write about a character that was deprived of a sense, and I struggled for awhile trying to think of just one sense to be deprived of. So I decided to find a character that was deprived of most if not all senses and this is what came to mind. I got lazy towards the end though, so its not as good as I think it could be, but this story is due tomorrow so oh wells. Kks thanks for reading.

(if youre tagged then i think you'll either enjoy reading this or be able to give me some criticism on what i could do better)