@marcmire 23 July 2020

Truly Kafkaesque.

*Kafkaesque,* *The ideology that was established by Franz Kafka himself, embodying the nightmarish qualities of realism brought into the world of fantasy.* *His work, during his days, weren't that much all recognized. It was recognized when his friend didn't burn his writings; which he asked in his death bed, but instead published them to the public. There, it gained praise from literary critics and authors alike.* *His life was never that easy, as to been sexually tortured and has been indulging in incessant womanizing, fearing sexual failure. I believe this is because of how his father perceived him to be a failure, falling on to the depths of wanting to be accepted.* *As Kafka wanted, he never truly wanted fame but rose after his death.* *Talk about silver lining, or was it?* *The meaning of life is that it stops. - Franz Kafka* **Anyways, here's my piece that's been inspired in his craft, hope you let me know your thoughts.**

I woke up to the radiance of the morning sun befalling through my face. I was about to get up to brew my morning coffee but then realized, I’m in a hospital bed with a patient wristband. I don’t recall of having an accident nor having major injuries. This is truly weird; I took a peek around my surroundings and eventually at the window pane. I guess I’m in the 20-25th floor, I could almost see the whole goddamn city. The place is a ghost town, no cars, no people, just plain empty. I tried to force myself to get out of this dream state but to no avail. I guess this is no dream, I thought to myself, battling the feeling of anxiety and panic. Lucky enough I didn’t have a dextrose attached to my veins, or else it’s going to hurt like hell. I got up to explore the hallways, got out of my room, only to see the empty hallway of the floor I’m in. I guess I’m at the 23rd floor of the hospital based on the sign at the end of corridor. I approached the nurse’s station, only to see a note that I have to go out as fast as I can. I was perplexed, how the fuck am I going to go out if I don’t even know how I got in? It was the only thing that was there and everything is just, again, empty. I start to make my way below, desperately finding my way out. Elevator’s busted so I took the stairs that’s placed every end of a hallway. As I expected, every floor is empty. But when I reached the 17th floor, I hear a distant whistling sound coming from beneath the floor I am on. Hearing footsteps, looks like he’s also looking for his way out, I hastened my pace, desperate for some company in this desolated place. When I reached the 14th floor, the whistles turned to a hysterical laugh, the mixed frustration and hope became pure fear in an instant. It was already the 13th floor, I crept slowly and took a peek, he was in the middle of the corridor. he laughed and he laughed and he went inside one of the rooms. I sighed in relief and quickly made my way to the end of the corridor for the stairs. **Only to find there was no stairs.** **Only to find he went out of the room.** **Only to find the he has a knife in his hand.** **Only to find the he’s running towards me with his hysterical laugh and mutilated face.** **Only to find, death.** *-Marcmire* Resources: https://40.media.tumblr.com/dfb92d9c31e56dd94062612a2d91aad4/tumblr_n5th16lA271qlv3wlo1_500.jpg https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Kafka.jpg/1200px-Kafka.jpg