Life
This was just a little creative writing I did. It's not really my genre, but I kinda liked it.
Life is a bitch. She will always have her way no matter what. Every day, minute by minute, man submits to her will, one moment pounding his fists in defiance, another sitting in a corner, alone. Loneliness is his worst fear; she knows that. It is her weapon of choice, the weapon she wields against his stubborn nature. But in his darkest hour, when there is nothing within reach, a resolution is born. That man, with nothing to cling to, fosters a revolution. She goes on, laughing at his faded pride, scoffing at his feeble strength, yet he gets up, fearless, nothing to lose. He stands tall, knowing his weakness, and stares her in the eye as if to say, “Hit me again.” And it is in that moment that she realizes that she has made a mistake. She awoke a will stronger than her own. Any other creature would have given in by now, but this man stands his ground. He knows her power, and the delicate balance of his very existence, but still he stares, and she stares right back. Enraged, she deals him a fatal blow. He dies, realizing that there is nothing now that she can do to stop him. As he fades, his strength grows stronger, and in a moment he is gone, vanquished, yet victorious. His strength lives on, his legacy immune to her strength. He has won, and she can no longer touch him.
