Five Sentence Fiction – Alone



“I am just a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy, ad infinitum.” Jack studied his red eyes in the mirror and felt a draining sense of panic at being alone in the epiphany.

He raised his hands up and brought his fists down onto the man in the mirror. He watched himself shatter into a million fragments, a million copies, a million copies of copies of copies.

The world pulled away as Jack sank to his knees and grabbed at his shattered identity, finding only a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.


Author’s Notes

Hmm. Perhaps too much listening to music late at night is to blame for this one. But seriously, pondering infinity and feeling alone at the same time, that’s fodder for timeless teenage angst right there.

3 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction – Alone”

  1. Living with mental illness, I’ve felt like this at times. I have a history of self-injury, and I have slammed my fist into a mirror. It hurt.
    I think in many ways this world in which we live is a very lonely one.

  2. I loved the intensity of this piece of writing.
    I wonder if we live in an age where everyone so wants to be like everyone else that we really have lost sense of individuality. Are we all just copies of copies of copies?

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