Shattered Dreams

By Alejandro Gonzales

Chase looked from the pill in his hand to the morphing faces around him. All of their voices blended together in a horrid auditory smoothie. None of the preparatory cocaine, alcohol or acid could have prepared him for the utter dread. This was it. Either quantum immortality existed and he’d be reincarnated, or … well the other option didn’t matter since it would be impossible to experience.

He popped the white pill in sync with his melting friends. Falling, falling, falling through inky blackness. Now red light illuminated his nonexistent surroundings. Darkness again. He continued to fall. And fall. And fall.

“I’ve been writing my whole life and love tinkering with language as much as I love telling stories.” – the writer

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