V. Bleak Evenings
by Sydney A.M.
Genre: 'Angst'
Taking off his jacket and throwing it to the floor, our protagonist repeated the dull ritual of stretching and climbing onto his bed, laying down, his head propped up with a pillow- staring ahead.
The yellowing walls encased him in a place of nauseating comfort. Eyes traced from left to right as no thought went into his overly familiar surroundings that melted into his vision. He dug his fingers into his coarse moustache and brushed it down. His half-lidded stare helped block out his understimulating environment that seemed to provoke shadows in his mind that warped and depressed him.
As he turned to his side and let his out-of-shape body hang he attempted to mute the thoughts of any real ideas or notions that would perhaps save him from this purgatory of wasting everything and nothing at all.
These ideas softly punched at the static walls preventing them from germinating and growing.
He thought momentarily about how his interactions with everyone felt the exact same and how he produced no individuality to no one, presenting the same easy personality that would often ooze with an anxiety of the act. He turned the other way to leave those thoughts behind and let them slosh to a less active part of his mind. Warm flesh lulled over him before returning to its true humid stickiness. Disgusting bleak yellows flickered over him and he felt his eyebags droop and absorb more weight.
He would really rather be doing anything else but felt that he also could absolutely do nothing more.
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Sydney A.M. is a 21 year old Irish writer who specialises in short stories and screenplays, his most noted authored work being the short film Mildew (2024). His works typically depict the human condition attached to flesh and thought. Sydney encourages readers to take his works into their own hands, interpreting them as they please.
Bleak Evenings is a snippet-style of prose that depicts a bitter and solemn ending to a day. A nameless protagonist encases himself in his room and attempts to mute out all negative thoughts that may dominate his mind.
“This piece was inspired by my own insomnia caused by racing thoughts at night. The overstimulation that comes with being aware of ones own body is a heavy inspiration behind many of my works.”