I love this. This is playing well with words.

Edward Hotspur


Suddenly, Nothing happened. Something was supposed to happen. Something incredible. But it called in sick. Karma, while a bitch, was busy getting someone and couldn’t come. Fate and Destiny had gotten drunk and were too hung over to be up to the task. So nothing happened.

Nothing was tired. It had to happen a lot, and it was tired of happening. But because of its very nature, even if it didn’t happen, it still happened. Nothing had to find a way to get around this situation. It needed a loophole. A strategy. A plan. A way to do this thing that Nothing wanted to do and shit.

Suddenly had to pee, so this idea came to Nothing gradually. Not really a flash. More like leaving the light on. Anyway, the idea was this: Nothing would split itself into two parts. One part would not be much, but the other would…

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