Ma Wang Saram . 마왕 . 사람
Description
"We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds." –Libba Bray
"When I die, don’t come near my body, because my hand may not be able to wipe your tears anymore." -Tumbler
This is a story of someone who lived a painful life. it is our choice whether we believe in him or not. Using psychology Cheondoong may be one mentally challenged person, or if we believe in religion, then what he is saying may be really true. Now It's your decision, do his kind exist or not?
Ma Wang Saram (The Devil Person)
by: racheose
an entry to The Sky Is The Limit || Writing Contest (Round 2)
thanks to → ; 기억 Memory Reviewshop »σρєn« for the review
i know it's kind of late but i totally forgot to edit my foreword but thanks for the poster
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This is the first time i have written a story like this. I am not sure what kind of genre this falls in since it is a mix of fantasy, a bit of love maybe, or plainly a tragedy.
We can say a man void of happiness can't exist, but what if a man was too hurt to feel happiness, that he longed too but can't? that's why we can't really blame them, can we...
Foreword
I did not want to but I cannot help it. Looking at them makes me angry. I hate people telling me to smile more, to talk more… it was they who reject my attempts to mingle, to be normal. The world sure does works in odd ways. I was called a recluse a weirdo and other names you have not heard of. I was their punching bag at break time and their servants at lunchtime. I wanted to run away, to tell them I don’t want to anymore, but I have neither voice nor the courage to do so. The vicious cycle went on and on and all I could do was to wait patiently for salvation.
There was not any night of peace, no happy moments. Home is no better than my already hellish school. We live in a house where laughter is banned; we were more of strangers than a family. We were just people who happened to have the same blood running in our veins, but that’s it.
I grew up thinking everyone’s family was like mine, seeing those kids on the park proved me wrong. I started to wonder why we were so different. I would spend countless hours thinking if I was born in another family maybe I would have learned to smile, but no matter how I think of it, I just can’t get the answer. I did not know what caring is or what love is, but I can tell you it’s meaning from the dictionary. They say I have no emotions; my face is devoid of any expressions, just like a blank book, but whose fault was it? It surely is not mine.
I had the most boring childhood, and you may say my story is nothing special. Well I will try to tell something nice… but there is really nothing here, so do not be mad at me if you only feel frustrated after this. A thing like me will only inflict you pain and agony, because I am not capable of making anyone feel better, because if a miracle happened and I did something good I would be fired. Yeah that’s it keep on frowning. Then, you have been warned or rather the story is a warning, I am now sending this to you from the afterlife, with love, oops, I just did an offense, oh whatever. Love is just a word, what the hell… hey you there do not turn this to something big, hey wait! That little devil, well I need to chase him before I am fired, see ya!
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