A very big thanks to Rochelle, our fairy blog-mother for hosting the Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count: 99
The traveller stared hopelessly at the broken rails. He walked so long, so deep in the forests, so high up the hills… for this? No, he could not go back to the other said of the rails. His “friends” were waiting. After what he’d said to them… no, that was impossible.
“There must be a way out,” he whispered desperately. A little cobbled path down the side. Could be a ditch or a snake’s den. But it could also be an escape, a trail to somewhere new. Besides, it was a beautiful forest to explore. So, he walked on.
Note: For me, the story is a metaphor for choices we make in life. Sometimes we go on a path to find a dead-end to our goals. We’re scared to turn back in fear of backlash from others. And perhaps, if we look deeper we may find a little outlet that may lead to something bigger.
Three boys on abandoned streets, under sun, Deserted streets, nothing on sight, just a string on road, a string alone. “Must be the string of fate.” Said one, “Nay, isn’t red.” Said another one, “Might be a shoelace.” said another one, They kept up their pace, and soon they were gone In the deepest, darkest parts of streets— run, They wanted to. But as they spun, A dark shadow blocked them. Then begun A futile fight. The shadow won. A trace was left by the previous victim who never returned, Stringed together by a string on road, a string alone.
Millenniums ago, I had been cursed to become a statue. And
now I think, it’s a blessing.
They had taken parts of my hands, they had forever closed my
It’s a blessing, I say again. At least I don’t have to see
my mother Earth dying. At least I don’t have to see some of my brothers die out
of hunger and others feasting on fries. At least, I don’t have to see the pain
and disgraceful state of the world which, once was such a gracious place.
When I saw it for the first time, I thought it was some sort of stupid building made for show. But it was during a windy summer day when I finally discovered the secrets beneath it.
It was there, in the middle of a uncannily deserted road, burning up in the sun. I was messing up with it, trying to find the “mysteries” behind it. It was then I had found out the swirling stairs hidden beneath this structure leading to the place of highly technological place of giants. And guess what? They had giant phones and came over here at midnight to charge them!
I am really sorry for this stupid little tale. It’s actually a part of a larger series called “Discoveries of Jos, Far and Wide” I’m so gloomy that can’t really use my words well. Thanks for reading!