This is a short little story concerining perpetual motion. It's a brief look into the story of punishment, concerning Sisyphus. It's not long, however, reviews are appreciated! I wrote this in 5 minutes (It was due that day xD) so grammatical errors are endless. :) Thank you for reading!
The fathomless path stretched out before me. I stood there, eyes blank and full of sadness. This was my fate, eternity with this path.
"Eternal punishment," they had said. Forever pushing. Forever walking. The path was dark and hilly. It was hot, hotter than the pits of the Underworld. The boulder sat in front of me, taunting me. I could hear my name whispered in the sand.
"Sisyphus…" It called, a tantalizing sound. Oh how I wished I had repented from my deceitful ways. Yet, I was here and cursed. My feet began to move. It was not of my own free will. They just moved. My smooth, kingly hands grasped the giant rock in front of me. With a screaming heave, I pushed, for without my assistance, the stone did not move. I pushed and pushed to the top of the high hill, happiness in my heart. I could rest!
This, however, was not the case. I could not pause; only follow it as it fell to the bottom of the hill. My legs never stopped. They were perpetually moving. It seemed almost impossible the way the boulder stopped and waited for me to catch up. It was on going.
After the hundredth hill, my legs were begging for release. It did not come. It never came. The boulder seemed to pull me towards it, having its own force of gravity. It kept me in motion, never allowing me rest. I was a machine. Tears burst from my eyes, and I cried to the heavens.
"Oh sweet god, Zeus! Release me from my torture!" However, he turned away, and I was forced to walk again. When it stopped, in the crook between hills, it did not move. It merely waited until I pressed upon it again. It seemed to push against me, wanting to move down back in to the crook. I exerted all of my force and it finally reached the top. Up and down. Back and forth. Day after day. Hour after hour. Oh how I begged for sweet release. Someone please save me.
No one saved me. I still press against this boulder, never faltering, never stopping. I am continuous. I am eternal. And every day, I wonder when this torture will stop. I keep telling myself that it will end soon. I lie to myself.
This will never end. Not until the end of times.