sat down and let the creative juices flow, didn't put any goal in mind. I find writing fun, not really a writer just like to dip my toes. advice and discussion welcome. oh and just realized I'm conducting attention seeking behavior rn :) whateva bro.
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A darkness shadowed Hazem in the corner, his face is scoured in a dark fog, as if light had escaped away from him, only the shape of his body remained in the corner of the cell, as he crouched down to meet Osman at eye level. Hazem leans in closer towards him, his breathing is pounding like echoing thunder. Judgement is reigning from above him. “You’re a fucking piece of shit.” Hazem says, slowly elevating and rising from Osman’s level. Now towering above him. He begins his barrage, “You are a fucking piece of shit. You are a sinner, and you will always forever be a sinner. You will never ever be righteous in your life. You a broken person.” Osman sinks his head between his legs. His arms wrap around himself and begins to hug himself, holding onto a prayer, holding onto any piece of himself. Hazem continues “You are a carcass, a skeleton with no morals and a heart turned to a stone of ashen sin. You are not benevolent. You are worthless in the eyes of God. You will never taste the breeze of heaven on your face. You will burn with me, together.”
Osman snaps out and looks up at Hazem, “You brought me here!” he proclaims. “You broke me! You broke me! You played with the strings of my heart!” Tears begin to flow down Osman's face. They guide themselves slowly down below his eyes and towards his cheeks. Osman rallies again at Hazem “You poisoned my heart with the infamy you said was a promise to make me everything I ever wanted to be!”
“You – ” Hazem cuts Osman off. “I what?!” “I didn’t pave your destiny.” Hazem claims. “Isn’t it true your god has decided already what happens to you, long before you were born, your fate was sealed, god lifted the pen and the ink has dried long ago before you.”
“You were made to suffer. Made to be a beast of burden.” Osman points out to the sealed skylight window, only offering a glimpse of light into the cell. A dim ray of sunlight begging to protrude through only slightly, barely enough to offer any hope. Osman stares at Hazem, his tears dried up now, he begins to utter a rebuttal, “god does not abandon the believers, god will not abandon me, he loves me, he –”
“You were born to be a kin to me, a son of sin.”
“You are no believer.”