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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Today's #flashfiction #TheSaneMan

“Haste makes waste.”
The Hare* #quote


Looks like CJ is coming over tomorrow as planned. What wacky shenanigans shall ensue? Sorry, that's classified. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Sane Man


          In a land far away, though not in a manner that can be traveled by foot, car, or plane, a man rot in a dungeon for years upon years. Many rot in the same dungeon as him. This dungeon in this land had properties that no normal prison possessed. The magic of the land allowed the prisoners to live without eating, and live longer than their natural lifespans.
         When thrown in the prison the box door shut, a single window let in light, and the prisoner went forgotten. Unable to kill themselves as well they just sat alone forever and the only thing the prison system took note of them was whether or not the room was occupied and the sentence length.
Murderers and people convicted of crimes such a treason often went inside. The madness they experienced usually left them to commit suicide as soon as they were outside the magical prison that kept them from killing themselves. Another case is that the place left their minds so wrecked that they were rehabilitated from a psychological mess.
        Two hundred year sentences(or more) of solitary often did this to people.
         The one man who rot at this moment was released but showed no sign of madness. He just smiled and talked normally. This shocked people more than anything. The magical stasis of the prison usually set people into blubbering messes. This particular man spent five hundred years in the prison.  The only reason that people didn't want to use the prison's sustaining magic for immortality is so that they wouldn't go mad from being trapped and the way the it forces you hungry and still.
        The man only had some difficulty adapting to the new technology and adapting to new language. But he acted calm and collected. Completely unlike any sentenced individual.
       Until he died he never showed any signs of insanity to the world. But in secret he would talk to the imaginary friends and family he created in the prison to keep him company for all those years.

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