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Threads- A short story by Kosuke` |
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A short story I made. Enjoy. Forgive the improper indentations. I had to copy & paste it from microsoft word. gonk
Dreams Vs. Reality
"Sometimes it feels more real when I dream than when I am awake?"
_From "Kid's story"
At times, the world can leave you so isolated. It Beats you up, and then kicks you while you are down. Sometimes you are left to confide in your dreams to keep you on your feet. For me, when I dream, everything bad in my life just fades to black, and I feel perfect harmony. I don't mind whether I dream of the most beautiful girl in the world or Infinite death or bloodshed, because I feel all dreams mean one thing or another. Threads of fate, so to speak. I am going to tell you a fictional story of a boy whose reality is an utter prison.
"Threads"
There once was a boy. He had everything he could ever wish for. A home, a thriving income, a family to call his own, and all the friends he could ever want or need. This boy was merely fifteen years of age, and attending high school where he made many academic achievements such as honor roll, and student of the month. You'd probably say he had much to come home too, but he thought differently. He saw this life as a prison. And as an attempt to escape the boring plain-ness that was his life, he had many dreams to look forward to when he slept at night. Not just any dreams.
Dreams of far off places where he could be himself and not have to worry about having to worry about all of his responsibilities as a friend or a aspiring student. He dreamt of vast plains where he could run forever. He dreamt of alternate realities where anything was possible. He thought of all the things in the real world to be so plain. Overall, he felt more of a person in his dreams than when he was awake.
One night, the boy dreamt of being in a vast graveyard. He skimmed the stones carefully, but he knew no one. He tried to make sense of the dream, the solemn silent surroundings, the graves, the barren rotting trees and the sullen cry of crows. Nothing seemed to make sense. Suddenly, he heard a voice. "There is some reality in your fiction, and some fiction in your reality." The voice said. The boy turned around to see his fill of the bearer of the strange convincing voice.
It was a tall thin man hooded and covered in a long majestic black cloak, which devoured the man's features to the point where his face could not be deciphered. From his dark hood extended strands of shining silver hair, which could almost touch his shoulders. The cloaked man bellowed to the boy
"Come back to the world you once thrived in. Escape the hell that you live in."
"Hell" The boy said.
"Yes. The world that you live in is merely a place where we all go when we are killed off this plane of infinity that I, and the people who live in it call "Bound". Do you truly wish to stay in that hell you hate so much rather than your true home?" The cloaked man said.
"I am sorry. This is a bit too much for my tastes. I'll admit that at times I feel more real while I am dreaming, but I have so much to live for in my own world. I am excelling in school, and I have many friends, I couldn't just give up all those things over what some imaginary dream-figure says."
"Not even to fulfill your true calling; your destiny? You, my boy, have unfinished business here.
"Really, now? And what ever could that be? Because I'd love to know what kind of destiny is to behold in a silly dream." The boy said in a sarcastic voice.
"To live. That is your true destiny. To dwell on Bound where you were born in peace. To be blissful being with all the people you left when you died."
The cloaked man then drew something from his robes. It appeared to be a crystal. It was the most extravagant object the boy had ever seen. The cloaked man tossed the crystal high into the air, and with a flash of light, it exploded sending a rain of beautiful light downward, totally surrounding the two figures. All around were holograms of people apparently from this so-called dream world. The boy was frightened. For all the people surrounding him seemed so familiar. As he gazed into their eyes, memories came rushing back to him.
"Now do you believe?" Asked the cloaked man.
"Even if I did, how would I ever get back? Some magical portal, I suppose?" The boy asked.
"There are no magical portals. It's a bit more complicated than that. You must un-die. You must make the ultimate sacrifice that one can ever make. Does this frighten you?"
The boy replied, "I don't know what to think. This is happening a bit too quickly."
"Then I must part with you now. But remember, whether or not you believe is up to you. And if you wish to return, you will know what to do when the time comes."
Suddenly, The man disappeared, and the holograms faded away. The boy searched his surroundings to try to find the man for more knowledge. After much searching, he sat down on one of the many gravestones and thought about everything that had happened. He thought about the people he had seen in the light given off by the strange crystal. Their familiarity frightened him. He stood up and stretched his arms and began walking until all of a sudden, his surroundings began to disappear until all that was left was the small piece of ground he stood on. A strong gust of wind blew his way. He tried to stand his ground, but he fell into the infinite black below him. Then, the black turned into a vast landscape unlike anything he'd ever seen, certainly not belonging to earth. Then he realized that the land before him was Bound, the dream world the cloaked man spoke of. He gazed upon the land in awe, as he plummeted closer and closer to the solid ground. Right before he hit, he woke from his sleep next to the blaring sound of his alarm clock.
That day, the boy attended school, as usual. As he repeated the same steps he did every day. Soon, the words of the cloaked man began to settle in. He realized it was more than just a meaningless dream. He gazed at all of the meaningless people around him and asked himself "Is this really where I belong? Is my destiny to sit here in this meaningless world feeling constantly like an empty shell without a soul?" The bell rang at the end of the day and he departed. As he walked home, he neared a long tall bridge. He stopped and stared thinking about death. "Maybe the only way to 'un-die' is to die again. Ignoring these feelings, he continued on walking. About half the way through, the cars, people, and even the birds had frozen solid in time. He pondered what could have caused this, but he found no logical explanation.
The boy looked over the side of the bridge expecting to see the usual hundred-foot drop, but instead to his surprise, he saw exactly the same thing he saw as he fell from the graveyard in his strange dream. It was the limitless lands of bound. He could see that a strange sun or moon was rising on Bound's horizon. It consisted of one majestic purple moon with a smaller aqua-colored moon next to it.
A tear trickled down the boy's cheek as he gazed outward upon the dreamland as he remembered the cloaked man's words. "You must un-die. You must make the ultimate sacrifice one can ever make." The boy now knew what he had to do. He climbed up on the side of the bridge staring down with a smile on his face and said, "If only this weren't true, earth, I'd stay a bit longer. Goodbye." Finally, he let himself go, feeling new winds rush past him as he plummeted. He closed his eyes awaiting his fate, whatever it was. He hit the ground and slept on earth one last time.
 Kosuke` · Wed Mar 09, 2005 @ 11:21pm · 0 Comments |
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