Tom (Short Stories)

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Tom (Short Stories)

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Tom (Short Stories)


Tom: A New Beginning


Tom was sitting alone on the ground. His arms were wrapped around his knees, his golden green eyes resting on the floor, nervously. He was quivering, frightened and devastated. The young man had been through a great deal. He was in his early thirties, but his mind was still growing. A low-functioning autistic man, just recently reborn into the world, he was struggling to learn all he needed to know to survive his greatest adventure yet.

He had short, reddish brown hair; a strong, dignified look to his face; and thin lips that shook with emotion. The troubled psychologist had only the faintest idea of what laid ahead of him. He was determined to become a successful neuroscientist, and he was on the run. For his life. All his days, he had never been so afraid, so tempted to drop into fear and hide there. But never forever. He was never afraid enough to disappear forever. In fact, the man felt such extreme agonizing terror that he could not abandon his courage completely.

This man was like no other before him. He had been drenched in his own arrogance, he had been overly objective, he had not realized the full extent of his words. Humbled, yet aware of his very real abilities, he felt shockingly singled out, but at the same time he had found a deep connection that had been lost to him. There were people in the world that could see things that had always escaped him, trumped him, overwhelmed him. He could be stupid too, he could be under someone else's authority and still be called an administrator. Tom was tired of not understanding his own personality.

Like a hand on glass, he stared past the window of awareness into a whole new experience of emotion. He had finally reached maturity. He was no longer just a little child any more. He was learning to take care of himself, he was figuring out money, he was learning how to tell time, and he was struggling to make his way through. Tom had to push past immense confusion, he had to register the reality of wickedness, and he had to force himself to a healthier state where he could do his studies and find that success he had always dreamed of. The psychologist was utterly determined to survive. Survival included joy, and joy demanded a change. His life was changing. He was becoming... a real adult.

While there was no way to truly let go of his inner child, he could teach that child how to function. He had learned so much from those around him too. He would get there. He would certainly get there. If there was one thing that he had always had, it was a hardcore spirit. Tom would not fail at his dreams. His dreams would come true.

Tom was in love with his new world.

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Tom: The Continuation


Tom was sitting in his office. He was upright in his chair, looking down at a book that he had just recently purchased. The title read EVIL. He had not understood this complex, deep, and engaging topic. He was overjoyed to finally be studying again, and he felt the rush of learning. The psychologist was thoroughly immersed in a new conceptualized reality of information, of full blown imagery, of painted creativity and rainbow sunsets. As the colours blended into the sky, and the sun shone down on the water, like billowing white sails at sea, Tom was prepared for the future. Nothing in this world had ever stopped him before. He was tired, but that was all. Energy filled him like a lava lamp, oozing down the sides, glowing brilliantly like stars in the blanket of space and time. The milky way glittering and sparkling above, ages away, filmy and white and blue and green and a splatter of purple stretched out over the blackness. He was growing. Still growing.

He was becoming a neuroscientist.

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