The end of fiction

This is a fiction work of Mustafa Acungil. Its original is in Turkish and had received a 3rd degree in a national award for science fiction in Turkey.

3 Agostoz 101
It was madness to keep these white sheets of paper. With written word now on them, they are deadly. It is why I didn’t print even a letter till I found a safe place to keep.

I don’t know how often I will be able to come here. But it is for sure that I won’t be able to remain long in each visit. Besides there aren’t much sheets of paper. Whatever, I should write what I know –even if this knowledge does not amount to much.

At the beginning nobody cared much. It began in United States. The people, who have as much white as me in their hairs, will remember this country.

The first victim was the leading actor of a vampire film series called Blade. He was found in a scene he had acted. In contrast to the scene from the film, after he was laid down and tied down to the table with springing steel cylinders with a hole in the middle for the blood to pour down, he couldn’t survive. It was prime time news. But nobody could foresee what was to come. Investigations went on with the life as normal going on too. Till the next week…

It was like an earthquake –but all over the world- when they found the body of Bruce Willis with the wound exactly the same with he had in 6th Sense all through the film. Audience had had just a glimpse of that wound in the end of the film, now it was broadcasted for days and days.

What made it a multi-centered earthquake was not just Bruce Willis himself. Sylvester Stallone was dead. They found him in a box ring in a deserted warehouse. Crime scene investigations revealed that he was forced to box till his neck was broken. With no headgear whatsoever... Sharon Stone head an icebreaker in her chest.

I know that these names will mean nothing when –and if- someone reads these sheets now; but there was a thing called film industry in the past. How can I describe it to someone who hadn’t seen it! Whatever, maybe other artifacts of the past will be discovered in time besides what I am writing now… Then these sheets will make more sense.

After several deaths –killings, to be more accurate- the message got the attention: Actors and actress were being killed in positions either exactly same with or inspired by the popular scenes of their popular films. And that was because fiction was bad! Selling images and dreams to billions of people was bad. There were someone believing in this and they were conducting their message very effectively to the whole world. It was a hot subject for talk shows: How the deceased used to live. How they made a lot of money by exploiting the distorted entertainment needs of the public. That year no new film was to be produced. The Oscar ceremony for the films of the past year got cancelled at the last moment.

With the sudden decline of Hollywood, Bollywood and Hong Kong film industries had their saliva running for the big pie. But they got the message with a few killings of their own. After that nobody easily got behind a camera to film a fiction being performed.

If you don’t get anything from what I write, it is not important anymore; I am writing this for my own benefit. I have to write what I know.

There may be people getting curious with my absence. I spoke of the snowball. I will tell about the snowfall that followed if I can come back here.