Under a caliginous sky, on a mostly uninhabited planet, they marked her before leading her to her cell in the intergalactic prison. She knew the mark signalled something antithetical to an auspicious future and so she’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar. Her cellmate said it was futile, but she didn’t listen. The next day, the mark reappeared and with it, myriad memories of her sins like a maelstrom of chaos.

“I told you,” her cellmate said, “In this place, the mark is a punishment worse than death. It’ll grow and grow until it covers your entire body and it will destroy your eunoia until you don’t know the difference between guilt induced hallucination and reality. How do you know I’m real? I’m probably an apparition your inner turmoil conjured.”

“Shut up!” she yelled and scratched and scratched obsessively until blood oozed out.

For dVerse

9 responses to “Guilt”

  1. Yay! I can comment. Oh, you’re in trouble now, friend. 🙂


    1. I’m actually a little frightened. More so by the story you’re going to write about me. Thank goodness I opted for a happy ending! I feel the fact I sent you is the fodder horror writers love.


  2. holey SHAMOLEY! This is so creative, Nitin! I love it.



    1. Thank you so much David!


  3. Whoa! This story enveloped me then pulled the rug out. Masterful write.


    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad it gripped you. I always thought of extending it and writing a short story but I never got down to it.


      1. I hear you! I have several ‘seedlings’. This one ‘stands alone’ fine until (or if) you’re inspired to expand on it.


      2. The seedlings are one thing. And then there are the times when inspiration strikes when you’re busy and the poem comes to you, and later when you try recollecting it, you’re left with a seedling. Thank you. I think I’ll let this piece be.


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Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.


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