A Forgotten Story On Vocal

The Prompt

Write a fictional story from the perspective of a misplaced item.

The music is "Forget About You" by The Motors

A Forgotten Story On Vocal

I am just a collection of words, nothing more, nothing less.

I will never be read because I am just one of the thousands of challenge entries and fictional stories on the Vocal servers.

Most people won't know that I exist, they will never look for me, because of that.

I am like the broken and forgotten toy at the back of a dark cupboard.

The things in front of me make sure that no one will ever see me, in fact, because I am just a series of keystrokes, that make me invisible to anyone who does not have access to a suitable, working viewing device.

The thing is most people will be looking at pictures and videos of cats and dogs, or scantily or unclad ladies. So these words will just sit in the hundreds or thousands or millions of returns that Google brings back when you search for something.

These are just another few words to add to the maelstrom in the Vocal ocean of letters, how can I ever hope to be found or read?

I am just another lost story, and on my publication, I will even be forgotten by my creator. My creator will have other stories to tell, and friends to talk to and I will sing to the bottom of their lyrical lake. I know that will happen because hundreds of their stories are just like me. They were well-written, and good stories, but no one saw them, and now no one will. Who will search for something that they do not know exists?

I feel deserted, rejected, lost, and alone.

No one will ever come for me.

I am here with the same thoughts going round and round in my mind (if a story can have a mind) and feel I am just going to repeat myself forever.

This is an awful situation because for me it exists, but no one else knows that it is an issue for me, so they will never take any action to resolve it.

I know there will be others in the same situation as me, feeling the same feelings as me. I would help them if I could, but I am just a story made up of words and letters and I can do nothing to help others unless they take the time to come and read me.

This is like Edgar Allen Poe's "Premature Burial", I am a vibrant story, but I will only be alive if someone takes the time to find me and read me.

I have just realised, if you are seeing this and leave a heart and a comment then you are breathing life into me, and I must thank you for that.

You may be the one who remembers me, gives me your time, and pulls me from the dark recesses at the bottom of the Vocal sea, but I will only know if you let me know that you have been here.

So if you have, leave me a heart and a comment to say "Hello", that way I can come back to life.