RE: Save Yourself. Flash Fiction.

Hope everyone has had a good week! Definitely glad it’s the weekend, been a bit stressful getting in and out of work, it’s a total of 4 buses which isn’t too bad but it isn’t great either when it’s Dublin Bus, what with their buses that just don’t show up. Yesterday I had to get a taxi, the taxi driver was really lovely at least, he didn’t charge me the full fare which was super nice and unexpected!

Seeing my niece this weekend too! Really looking forward to it, she’s almost 2 months old now!

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RE: Save Yourself.

This may look like you’ve gotten the wrong email but it is meant for anyone who will listen. I am sending this to everyone I can in the hopes it will get through. The walls between our world and yours are crumbling. It may not be too late for you as it is for us. We started receiving strange transmissions, emails and text messages on our portables, at first it was dismissed as accidents, then just a weird prank. They tried to warn us as we are trying to warn you. We didn’t listen, you can. For us it started shortly after an eclipse, it may be the same for you or it may not. We can say this with certainty, there are people who are working to bring it through, to break down the walls. They are misguided, they believe that by doing so they will be rewarded, but they will not. It sees us all as the same, vermin that needs to be exterminated and nothing more.

It doesn’t just kill, no that might be a mercy, it slowly erases you from existence. Things start to go funny, at first it might be a forgotten meeting, then a birthday or anniversary until finally you start to forget about the people you love. I had a daughter. Have a daughter. I do not know her name or even what she looks like but I can remember she existed. Tomorrow that will not be the case. I have already forgotten my wife, at least I assume I was married. I look at photographs of the three of us together, it helps, but as soon as I look away they are gone again. Usually I find I’ve been crying without realising it. I do not know what happens to those that are forgotten, I hope what ever happened to them was quick and painless, for my sake as well as theirs.

The cult that brought it through had a different name to that of the world it conquered before, here they called themselves “Summoners of the Dawn.” they were based in South Europa, I am unable to be more specific than that, I’ve already forgotten most of the geography of our world. It has faded away along with so much else. Please don’t ignore this as a prank or an electronic gone wrong. You must do something to save yourselves before it is too late. I am sorry I cannot offer more proof, I’m finding it harder and harder to concentrate on what I am doing. The screen is right in front of me but as soon as I glance away I forget. I do not want to forget anything else, I’ve already lost too much. Once I send this I plan to surround myself with photographs of all who I love, or at least those I can find. Maybe it will help me keep my memories, but I fear it will not.

People were rioting in the streets, it was awful, I may have forgotten what happened, but I cannot seem to forget how it made me feel. The stench of blood, the clench of nausea in my stomach, the sudden jolting fear that I know sent me running in the other direction. I remember these feelings, yet I do not know what caused them.

It is making its way to your world, soon it will be finished with ours like it finished with the ones before us. It is insatiable, it is never ending and it is the end of us.

Please.

Save yourself.

 

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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