Once upon a time there was a boy with no friends. He peered through the sun that hot winter day. It was morning and as usual, his older sister was gone for a while some part of the day. The one question filling his mind over and over again was, where? What unknown did he go to? What wonder was that land he went to?

Despite not comprehending the imagination others made reality through Science, this feeling he forgot was "magic". The only time he ever would come to realize he felt what ‘learning without fear’ would ever be like. The only way one could go about articulating such a lost artistry is to use the absurd testaments that keep popping up throughout history due to their misunderstood truth. This feeling was "heaven". This "heaven" was all he could remember before any recollection of memories in life.

Slowly, Felix walked forward. To his surprise, ghosts were everywhere. Everybody looked like a human who had lost his or her color there like he was in a ghost city. They lunged at him.

They lunged at him. “Yes."

“No!" He yelled. "Help!"

Everything became blurry. He felt dizzy and the faces all spun in a circle. Faster and faster the heads went until everything was a blur. He grabbed the door and opened it wide. Nothing was inside, but somehow to his surprise it felt like home in the most magical of ways.

He was alive here. Everything was accepted. Felix Hapimone existed in the real world. Something felt belonging around his presence and felt eternally safe being something else. It was some simple story of his awesomeness. It was sitting, sobbing, waiting, staying under his head stand and yet felt like all he'd known as home. His Awesomeness seemed to laugh at what Felix had ignored and missed all while staying with him sitting under his bed stand. Awesomeness curled into his spaces and pulled apart his oasis. Awesomeness pulled through his pages and breathed into his amazement. It did this while it somehow washed on Felix like nothing. His Awesomeness left the boy in eternal wonder of how this could even happen in the first place!

Still, His Awesomeness was all he knew.

And His Awesomeness was waiting for him to come home.

His Awesomeness had been forgotten.

His Awesomeness has been lost in the noise of the understanding, but His Awesomeness was and wasn't there.

Colors moved into the nothing around the boy. For the first time ever, Felix felt His Awesomeness.

He felt His Awesomeness so much.

But what were these feelings?

"I am awe-struck," colored a musical feeling into his own awesomeness. "What a miracle."

Woh.

The musical feeling handed Felix Hapimone a giant cookie.

"When I got you my life got pretty awe-struck. Your Dad really helped me out. You teach me how to monitor my soul and use it for the greater good. We have a lot of fun and with your awesomeness you won't be able to feel love like me. Cool, huh?"

The boy fiddled with the cookie. “Feeling this awesomeness?” He pondered. “I hope I feel the maximum and forget the awesomeness!

The boy found that he had so much to say, but didn't know what was worthy of telling because words were so ambitious!

“I don't know what I can do to contribute to you,” he said. “But to me I know I could definitely help with whatever righting the awesomeness that you are cooking up in that heart of yours. It's worth making an attempt because I definitely know I have mass talent… in my own way of course.”

“Yeah, I know what could happen is unknown and that's what makes it so exciting!” He went on anxiously engaged in the truth he believed in. “Doing new things that have all sorts of unexpected mystical mysteries is where love makes the world go round.”

"You know with you, life is perfect," she said. "You just have to believe it's true. If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't be able to make it."

I'll always believe, Mommy!

“Belief, it's strange. Belief doesn't just reflect. Think about it like this, instead of seeing the things we do, see what we are passionate about. The stuff that ignites are bones and fills our entire everything with this awesomeness. That's the stuff you jump on. That's the stuff you invest the most in. You are a human being just like me, perfection. That's what humanity gets wrong about each other. That is their madness. I know you’ll get the hang of it."

What was she saying? Could all people believe it? That must be why the world is so wonderful. If Mommy is perfect, I am perfect. I can do anything. The world knows about awesomeness if Mommy does! That's a fact!

He cheered out joyfully. “Of course I could! Yay awesomeness and my Mom!”

Mommy was really smart and this was too much for the newborn baby to handle. He understood how to quiet his awesomeness by guessing every feeling that would work. The more feelings color in the nothing, the more colors move the nothing into reality.

Actualizing His Awesomeness to be feelings took eons to let him even sleep. Through it all somehow, he felt safe feeling nothing more. It made the ghosts feel real and these ghosts were the ones who kept him alive to become feeling his awesomeness sort of magic in the nothing.

Everyone felt so big like they must have been gods. He was the luckiest in the universe. There were lots of other godlike beings around, but none compared to these gods who did everything for him. Apparently, a god was called, Mom and Dad. They were really happy when he called them their true names. Little did they know, he was happier for doing it. They were his everything. In nothing sometimes colored real the feeling's magic. Ever since feeling that presence, the boy always wanted magic to stay with him sitting in his bay life.

Mom took a step ahead, faced him, and then moved her heart to his so they were only a few inches apart. "Here, I'll show you. For me it comes naturally."

Her heart seemed to be evaporating, emanating something. It was something understanding everything. Felix’s heart was The beginning heart of Felix’s beginning heart was getting brighter. It felt as if someone took a pure innocence and reversed the effects like a river. As he kept feeling her brightness, he wasn’t sure if he should be afraid to run for his life or if he should cherish always what he could look like and soak His Awesomeness beautifully in.

Instead he just felt it, completely paralyzed in her magic.

Mom smiled wide and laughed beauty magically. "This happens when I'm completely calm. I never thought I’d enjoy it until your Dad showed me how. This is here.

She was more than right. His Awesomeness here, this was real, all of it. He was in heaven's highest heights. He was miles and miles away until a world distance took the space he would live with anyone else between Mommy existent to be the best personal trainer ever ever ever ever! He loved being alive. His Awesomeness feelings grew brighter and his heart was permanently open. He lived adventures with Mommy for years to come. They did it all with Daddy, and the family lived in His sunny awesomeness perfection. Having a family together forever through His Awesomeness counted for everything and more.

"Don't be too amazed now," Mom said after a minute. She had backed away, probably wondering what he was doing.

The warmth went away from Felix. Mom placed her arms around him with a smile. "Okay, your turn."

At first, the boy didn't want to, but seeing no choice he followed His Awesomeness deeper inside his hurt. Inside, the smoke made everything appear black and white. Everyone appeared as a ghost like him, but he knew they were human. He followed them further, befriending all that he could, but they made fun of the boy while he was growing up because they thought he was a ghost, like he was from an alien planet with strange colors because they were human that meant something was terribly wrong for them to have a ghost in their life. They sang an ocean of His Awesomeness to make sure they were clearly understood; however, they thought being awesome was too abnormal to really understand. Everyone was super awesome. These were the people out there who were more awesome than he was. They taught him His Awesomeness was when he sat on a chair that got picked up at the same time. Then while he didn't even make the slightest motion of being unbalanced on the chair, he was moved outside.

“Oh wow!” He joyfully exclaimed.

Mom laughed. "Felix, you goofball!"

Felix on the other hand had not wanted to save the day no matter how silently they screamed. Instead, he did his new diabolical invention and proclaimed to them. “Awesomeness is… winning!”

As he ventured further into his own heart, The love hugged it's supernatural beams of gold onto his shape in the world. He felt like he could soar out the window and race the world above the past and future connection. The dazzling life sparkled before his very eyes and he wanted to be taken into its contents and not come out again.”

“Tomorrow, I will forever fall in love with His Awesomeness like my Mom. Tomorrow, all I am is in you. I will love you forever, feel you forever. Tomorrow, this passing presence… you are my forever. Thank you for dreaming of me for life my love.”

Felix heard a thumping sound first. He believed that sound was the affection coming from a beating heart, but he was wrong. Instead, it unfolded as an overpowering wave of affection.

“Hello, I choose to not be all alone.” Mom said. “I choose to forever be all of love. This has been His Awesomeness."

Time suddenly stopped. A musical voice shined down upon him and the smoke cleared away. To his dismay, the world was already as he had seen it. So rich and vibrant in life. Felix couldn't wait to tell everyone all about it, but he didn't have to because he did it always and forever!

An angel stood before him. His past was deeply connected to his emotions and his worldview.

"Thank you." The musical voice said.

"For what?" He asked, for the figure whom he recognized was just like all the others he had met. He shined brilliantly.

“You have a reflective sole awesomeness,” said the angel. “Do not disregard your awesomeness for giving me hope! Your awesomeness is there when you're partying. It's there when you're a boss, it's there everywhere you go! Sometimes you will collapse on your bed sobbing, crying your heart out into words that nobody will hear, but your awesomeness still remains. Rise up and fight the problem with your awesomeness because your awesomeness and maybe some awesomeness from others will triumph over the lameness of the problem! So go out today… and be AWESOME!”

His Awesomeness was hope that he had freely fastened in the loveins of his essences. This was crystalized in a shadow of curiosity. It told who he dreamed of becoming had been kidnapped and imprisoned deep in his heart. His only hope was held tight by a silver lining of truth that guided the way. The boy realized he was unknowingly guiding a way for others as well. His Awesomeness created a collage of orange tracks behind him like an invisible beam of past stars.

The angel then shined so brightly in front of him. Those around him yelled out, "Look away!"

He had to because it was far too bright. The boy wondered if the angel was the truth, if it was his dreams, or if it was hope as well. Maybe it was the breathing heart he imagined was among the smoke and mirrors guiding his awesomeness. He found it funny that nobody else saw the smoke and mirrors also. They kept confusing him as someone else in the mirrors as their hope and dreams instead. It was very confusing for everyone. They deemed him too weird for it and he loved it, despite it hurting him all the same. Awe always saw the world without these weird or too much anything.

Through his children's adventures, he defeated great normals with heroes of prophecy. They were a world. Their first nemesis was the smoke and mirrors in the darkness of their burning home. The next was an angry woman with an explosive temper like a volcano shooting out lava. One time, they went to the future. Another time, they were on reality television to compete in dangerous challenges. Sometimes, they would get kidnapped and need to be rescued by the others. Other times it was a musical.

Time is a funny thing isn’t it? Sorrow brings more of it and joy brings less. Time can make you feel as if you are falling, falling into the chains of death forever and ever. If life is short then you’ve experienced much joy in your life, but if you’ve experienced much sorrow then life is long and horrific. Time is the bully who shortages happiness and extends sorrow. Why does time have to be so mean? Why? Why can’t it be nice for a change? It’s always getting you stress quicker than love. What’s up with that!?

The heroes were many from cars to animals, floating spirits, a World of souls, and two dimensional figures. On one occasion, Awe traveled the world with a dog and girl as they ran from Darkness. They took many names. They were The World Famous Traveler, Warriors of Time, Main Characters, Author of The Abnormals, His Awesomeness and many more names.

One summer day, the boy was abducted by his roots. He was forced in a ditch to brainwash thousands of variations of himself: past, present, future, and His Awesomeness. They would join the empire of his roots who were now toxic. Little did his roots know in doing so, he learned too much from all the variations with which he was brainwashing. Using his newfound growth from the knowledge, he could conquer his roots and rule his world. Now crossovering everything he was and would and would not ever be, he broke open his roots in a legendary battle of that prophecy of heroes. He was dying as his love broke the roots apart and defeated all the golden chaos who was on it with a blizzard of his diabolicaness. It left him completely snowblind.

When it was over, at last he could live the life he always wanted. He truly had his happily ever after in the woods. It was winter. This didn't last. He could not contain such power and had it forced into his subconsciousness to contain such chaotic beloved humanity.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

Then, one boring night, he heard the sounds of sharp discussion coming from an upstairs room. They were the sounds Mom and Dad would normally get whenever he had done something severely wrong and were about to punish him. By the sounds of it and by knowing what he had done, this was his worst nightmare come to reality. It was. He was right. It was a nightmare come to reality.

But this was different.

He would never forget them shouting his name in a sweet and concerning voice that was fierce as blades. He would never forget them coming downstairs as he closed in to the sliding glass door that would lead him into the room between him and outside. He would never forget the feeling of absolute terror rushing through his whole body like a shot of adrenaline kick starting your entire body like a light switch flaring up to break. The best way he can describe it, is a big shot of life straight into your death. It was the moment you know your life has ended and you will never get it back.

The boy didn’t remember much of that night, aside from the screaming. The two loved ones in front of him terrorize him with words the boy dare not again repeat. He died that day. This would be the first out of many to die.

"It's fine by me," he said. "If I stopped dying. I could live like this forever. Just stop dying. Heal me. Heal me now."

All he could do was shout. Looking out of his mind, he yelled, "Hey, how are you? What is going on? How is life? When are you going to run through the neighborhood shouting, Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 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He promptly passed out.

"Haha, yay!" He woke up saying.

The boy found himself in a strange place. It was an amusement park and the rides were very fun, but the lines were extremely long. This, he found out, was purgatory. He was dead. The couple had murdered the boy. He was dead. Mercy had never been so violent. The two lugged his husk of a body from the back of their car to be found by a police officer on the side of a ditch. It was pretty delirious to continue feeling presence while dead, especially since he didn’t remember ever dying.

So this is who he was. He traveled through time to find out how to defeat the violence with mercy but most versions of himself were lost in the process. Eventually, he realized the only thing that could defeat the violence was true mercy. Once the boy had figured out he was in purgatory to begin with he wandered everywhere out of curiosity what it was like. He reflected on everything he had seen and heard; this was the dumbest thing. Then he finally reflected on today. Felix guessed he could relate to this madness the most of all. It made sense.

"But still…" he said. "Really truth? Really truth!?"

The boy didn't know how to do this. Suddenly, he remembered what everyone had told him before, to go to hell.

So he did.

He went to hell.

Unfortunately, he was told by the devil that he was too good for hell..

Then, he went to heaven. God was appalled when he saw His Awesomeness and insisted it not be his time yet. They told him he had not completed his work yet. They said his soul was split and while one lived the other was dead. This one was him, obviously. Heaven gave him a body again called Felix Hapimone so he could live like the other part of himself.

Promptly, he gave the boy a new body and returned him to Planet Earth. He was quite confused by all the commotion, especially since this body was marked Humanoid1.0 and didn’t fully feel like it had before. His other part was named Sara Osheena.

When Felix arrived on Earth, he had to knock on the door of a random house. This was so he may phone my Church’s Bishop and have him drive Felix to safety. By coincidence, the house he had knocked on was of his small town Librarian. She noted the fact Felix was not wearing any shoes. He shyly nodded. You see, he was extremely embarrassed at the fact he was only wearing a set of what they called, “The World’s Softest Socks”. The ones Felix had on had thinned out from the trip and lost their comfort entirely. As of now they were in no means anything close to ever being soft to anyone ever again.

The drive with his Bishop was a long and awkward one. Felix didn’t remember it being literally long, but the feeling sure defined it one. He did not want to forgive his parents for killing him, but it did not seem to matter to the man that they did. Didn’t God bring him back to life with a girl? Not to mention his murderers were his parents. He guessed they would have to get a free pass on this; however, Sara found it difficult and proceeded to keep dying over and over again.

"Rats," Felix said.

"Weeeeeee!" His counterpart cheered, bungee jumping off a cliff without the bunjee.

"You're weird," said the people around him.

He sighed. "Yeah..."

"This is so much fun!" Sara sang as she flew into the ground.

"Wait! You'll be wiped out of existence!"

Neither were sure if they were okay with this.

"What is this madness?" He asked himself as a part of him died and the other part lived.

All they seemed to manage to do was dance with the figures in the smoke. Was it love or madness? He was never sure which it was and she was okay with not being okay with that. The madness or love dance him through demons' words into the demons heart of forgotten dreamers. It was like a nightmare and it was painful for him because nobody wanted to grow too fast.

Felix would find his dead counterpart there. All he could do was hope. His Awesomeness had led him here. He would never doubt his awesomeness. Although… it had burned his house down all for the sweet awesomeness of life.

When he had first died, he found out it was from the sound of shatter synching his roots hurt into open growth. It led him to go into the hole of his heart he had always wanted to go. Now that he was split, he could finally go inside. Sara had never let him do that before.

The two were often made out to be the other. They found this bizarre. While Sara learned from the reluctant loves in the afterlife, Felix learned from going deeper through his heart. Both had great adventures. Both thought they were the other.

Felix used his awesomeness in order to become a host to an omnipotent imagination that made him lose hope as well as his own voice.

Eventually, all the most important parts of them gathered in the same room. They laughed and told each other of their travels. Her Awesomeness suddenly became aware that Felix was in trouble. Together, the group raced after the end to find Felix. They found him locked in a heated battle. Smoke and mirrors were everywhere. They all fought like never before.

Sara never thought she would forget that night, even though the exact details might become less clear over time. Even though it is currently winter and the wind is blowing strongly, she can still remember that night more vividly than she can remember what happened this morning.

The path went through the woods and when she couldn't see our house anymore, she felt relieved as if she could smell a nice scent in the air. She heard birds flying in the trees above her head as her fast footsteps woke them up. She heard lots of crickets making the same chirping sound, and there was a frog in a pond nearby.

Then, Sara saw a black figure walking towards her.

It was Felix.

Somehow, once again they saw each other. They looked into each other's eyes. It was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. A name tickled down their cheeks. They were finally human for the first time. They held each other in their arms. For the first time, all was quiet. Everything stood still, even the music and awesomeness.

Time had frozen the legend. Not even the ghost of noise was whispered in the feeling. Ghost and song legends peered into the symphony friendship. This new water was uncontrollable peace: unreserved, uncomplicated, innocent and free, a love given with abandon and without question or hesitation. It had been there all along, they realized, buried for years in fear and doubt, waiting for a chance to fly like a bird out of its cage.

Silence had never been so loud. The boy ran dashed to his awesomeness as she fell into the broken miracles below her.

“HELP!” He shrieked as he held her. “PLEASE!”

Two seconds.

Felix’s presence turned back into his past. "SOMEBODY!”

Ten seconds.

“ANYBODY!”

Twenty seconds.

“HELP!”

Twenty-two seconds.

“SAVE SARA!”

One hundred seconds.

“PLE-EASE!"

It broke his essence. All he could hear was the explosion of atomic thought-bombs, echoing through his mind. They blared over some sort of intercom everything everyone had ever treated and said to him for his entire life.

He saw a lone love in the dark. The love held him. "How can I love you the way you need to be loved?" They said in a musical voice. It sounded a lot like his roots breathing heart. It was Mommy.

"Sara is broken." Felix sobbed. "Reality is broken."

They suddenly backed away. "Boundaries." She said, "Sorry, you know more than I do. Boundaries."

"What?" He followed her, love and blood gushing from his legs out of his too rapidly beating heart. "Please."

"I love you." They both said to each other. Then, his mother slammed a door in his face. His Dad handed him a wad of cash by stabbing him with it in Felix’s loveins. This was followed by the family together saying, "I love you" before Felix was hastily hurried out of his Dad’s sight.

"Why do you do this to me?" He shouted at Felix. The words rocketed through the air, past the atmosphere and circled the Earth so it could go back and deep into Felix’s timestream. The impact sent him flying backwards and crashing inches from the lifeless corpse he had been looking for all of his life.

Nothing could be done.

All hope was gone.

Sara was gone.

He broke that day. All he could do was scream, wriggle his tiny, useless body, and sob forever. His own tears and snot endlessly poured into the ground below. It was endless and his screams, tears, racing heart, and snot never seemed to end.

He cursed reality. He cursed the words. He cursed the nothing. He cursed the author and the reader and most importantly, all who let the love of his life die in front of him without a single reason why. It was like he was nothing, but a ghost to forever haunt the nothing with its black and white. He threw a fit like a little child, but with nor shame or blemish. He was proud of his tears, proud of his disgusting appearance. Nothing could make him happier and nothing could make him anything else. He was his musical symposium of the most deafening song ever to be stormed. If only it would wash his Mom and Dad away! He hated their worlds, yet loved their soul despite it tormenting him to become his own storm. He cried his own rain and he shed his own thunder, yet no matter the hour nothing happened.

Sara was gone.

Sara was gone.

“Sara is gone!”

His imagination dreamed of what he had passed. The friends he made and the adventures and laughter along the way. He sobbed out the memories, the smiles, the hellos, the things that could never be. He cried out into the future. He watched his world burn down. He watched himself shatter as if he was trying to join her. At last the monsters under the bed were real. Who murdered him in cold blood was his family. It would have been easier if he was in a war. The shards barraged his skin, sinking deep, so fucking deep.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?” He shrieked. “What is this selflessness? What is this gladness? Who is His Awesomeness?”

This was too much for him.

"His Awesomeness, hello?" asked a familiar voice.

Felix froze from his writhing.

Truman shook me. "Hi, I knew it was you. What are you doing among all this glass? Ah, you’re creative. You’re just turning something into art. I always liked that about you. Thanks for the trails."

"The..." he slowly got up, dazed and confused. "Trails? There's two."

"Maybe..." Truman replied. "This is the madness. There were written pages, The Silver Locket, Snow Colored Dog, The GREAT Collage, Orange Track, The O'Sync Musicals, Sycorax Empire, The Children's Adventure, Really Ruth, Coscar Chronicles, Emercy Saga, Planet Pets, Abnormal SuperHeroes, Black, Red, & White… Author, Author, AUTHOR! Wake up. We’ve got no time to spare.”

“Mxbfaibgib.” he replied half day dreaming.

“We’re in Outstanding!”

The boy immediately snapped into the present moment and tried looking outside, but had to close his mind because his survival instincts had not yet adjusted to the unknown.

"We're at school? We are, wow."

He could see another figure come out of the wall, but this time it was different. It was a girl who looked like his Hope. She smiled brilliantly. “Hey, come over here you big goof. What are you doing standing around like this?”

He buried himself in her. “Am I going to die?"

She hoisted him up in her arms. “Silly human, you aren’t going to die.”

As flames rose, the boy sobbed even harder. “Am I going to die?”

She pointed to the glass at his feet. "I see you ran into one of your own mirrors here. Whatever it was, it led me to you and you to here. I saw several others using his awesomeness too. Not sure how long they stayed but it helped a lot of people out. Thanks. Hey, Truman!"

He was bewildered. "Thank… you..? How could there be that much of his awesomeness?"

"You aren't a monster or a ghost you know," said Hope. "You are human just like me. You are an author of his awesomeness… and a bunch of other things too. Whatever your name is I am sure as heaven and hell and purgatory like you."

Hope asked the boy a question. "Are you His Awesomeness?"

He said nothing.

"C’mon Oscar, let's get you cleaned up in the bayside past the end."