Tale Weaver – #185 – Phobias – 23rd August – William Brethless


Image: Agoraphobia by NanaYuuna on DeviantArt

William Brethless hated living. His entire life had been taken up with the burden of breathing one more day and enduring the torment he perceived living to be.

His mother had worried about him as a small boy as he preferred to stay indoors and not go outside and play with the other children in the neighbourhood.

She took him to the doctor who diagnosed William with agoraphobia, a fear of the outside world and a feeling you had no escape. To his parents, it was all nonsense, and his dad thought a good clip under the ear would solve the problem, but it didn’t.

William went through life feeling this way. He struggled at school as he was constantly worried about going out into the playground and other kids scared the life out of him.

After school, he withdrew further into his world, and when his parents passed away, he was well and truly on his own. This, of course, was fine with him as he no longer had anyone to bother him and he was content to stay indoors.

Eventually after several failed relationships, somehow, he did attract women who thought it their life’s work to save him from himself, but it was all to no avail.

As an old man, he looked forward to death. Life had nothing going for it as he aged. He had carers who did for him what he couldn’t for himself. Finally, he welcomed his last breath, and his soul left him.

Death it was a new experience. He felt the warmth of freedom from a tortuous earthly life and looking around and realizing he was alone he thought for the first time that cartwheels might be in order to celebrate just how liberated he felt.

And so, he did so, over and over until he felt he had treated himself. Then his soul did a few star jumps, he found his eternal voice and screamed and yelled with delight, he punched the air, and he laughed for the first time in years.

His soul experienced no pain and floated in a space that was his. He saw no other souls and came to understand his eternity would be one of place safety where he had only to enjoy and not be bothered by anyone or anything.

William Brethless liked eternity, here there were no phobias, and he liked that notion.


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/tale-weaver-185-phobias-23rd-august/



This entry was posted in Uncategorized, Writing prompt and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Tale Weaver – #185 – Phobias – 23rd August – William Brethless

  1. Lovely Michael. William finally found his own peace.

  2. I enjoyed this story. Good for William!

  3. rugby843 says:

    Very interesting! A great take on the Prompt!

  4. Jules says:

    Life is a mixture of wants and rules. Some say death is what you imagine it to be in life.
    It appears so for William’s soul. I like that he found comfort, his voice and freedom from fear.

Please feel free to comment, I appreciate your thoughts.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s