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The Old Days

There was long time ago a pure girl, whose dress was as white as snow and who enjoyed laughing around the green hills of the forest. She didn't have name, but those who found her didn't ever return to their homes, following the young throughout the countryside. She was free, beautiful, bright.

But not for long.

A dark amorphous monster appeared from the darkest shadows of the trees; he had been jealous of her and watched her pass by with resentment. Once she was near him, he took advantage of the situation, and appeared suddenly in front of the girl, getting over her. She just had time to ask an answerless "Why" before the black mass drowned her.

However, instead of leaving a corpse, a bellflower appeared in the middle of the dead grass. In a first stance all the people who followed the girl cried for it, but as the days passed by they "woke up". They said "What am I doing, crying for a dead girl? There are more important things, for God's sake". And so, the world began to become a darker place; and so the flower began to die.
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The Meeting

Now I've found you dry in the middle of the undergrowth; and I, worn completely in black, shared one of my few tears with you. I saw what you were before, and what we became. And I cried in the silence of the night.

Little white bellflower, you told me to decide. To decide whether to love you, or kill you. Whether to carry you on my back through the obscure city and withstand the intolerance to light of their inhabitants; or rather go with the dark flow of comfort and emptiness. Whether to die for you or die for nothing.

I picked your crumbly stem, stared at your petals and decided. I put you in the closest pocket to my heart. You called me Stoneheart, because I had never felt anything at all. And I tried to answer you back with a name for you, but I couldn't find a word to describe what you were.

Although dry, you had always been alive in those who have looked for you; as in the old days.

And so I brought you to the city; and surprisingly it wasn't you who were afraid of it, but I. You drove away the fog around me and let me see what happened in my home; what the dark monster made us. I saw the people staring at empty screens forever, cars and chimneys expelling black smoke to the gray sky, the black rain and the people who were covered in the darkest shadows and whom nobody looked at.

Bellflower, you told me about the monster who drowned you. That inform being who hid in the shadows, now controlled every single aspect of our lives. I could hear his voice in the radio, in the morning debates where there was nothing to be heard but shouts; I could see his shadow in the TV, showing us that all the bad things we did were good and we could keep doing them with clear conscience; I could read him in the newspapers in which the words hid pure hatred. You told me, bellflower, once he had no opponents he focused on mankind, and penetrated their minds and their souls. His fog was everywhere, and didn't let anyone think, feel, live.

You told me to go right: so we did; walking about the streets of the district. Everything was silent under the moonlight, which illuminated the dirt and the ponds of urine in the middle of our way. We didn't care.

We finally reached the main city river. You told me to see, if it was as clean as it used to be; but once I put my hand in the cold river I felt the broken glass, the stained cans and the dead fish as the brown water ran. A few yards away from us, the main piper of the whole area which disposed our waste; and on the horizon, a dark skyline of industries taking out their smoke to the air, as if they fabricated black clouds.

I wanted to shout, but my voice was quiet by the lack of use. I wanted to run, but my legs were weak because I was told to never need them. I wanted to hide, but I found that there was no corner where the monster couldn't find me. And in that moment I realized, that until then I had never actually lived. I had worked for, been educated by and worshiped the monster.

"Tell me, bellflower, how were things before the monster arrived..." I asked while walking back to the main street, in the middle of the darkness; only perturbed by the weak light of the streetlamps. Your slight voice only replied a word: "Simpler". And I understood what it meant; even though it could mean so many things, I didn't want to ask again, you seemed weaker every minute that passed. And every step we took throughout the way, I couldn't help feeling a stranger in my own home.

"I shall leave you here, Stoneheart" you whispered; six words which felt like the cold rain running down my back. Anxiously, I looked inside my pocket, but you had faded away leaving a petal with two last words: Be brave. Soon I was going to know what it meant.
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The Trial

Everything turned black suddenly, and I felt a great pain on the back of my neck. When I regained consciousness, I was in the middle of an old granite court, where the banks and seats were made of the coldest stone. A weak light from the two candles which stood up in the high, high platform lighted up a dark figure who was sitting in front of my place and staring at me. As I realized where I was, I looked to my hands and saw they had been tied up with wet, old rope. The smell of saltpeter and dry blood filled the room. I shivered.

An unknown voice with no owner echoed throughout the room.

"Good night, sir Atrum*, your Honor! The prisoner who's standing before you will be judged today by your benevolent hand, your Honor; being accused of standing up to late hours of the night with certain companies; more exactly, the one we know by the name of She; as your Honor knows..." and the voice suddenly went over my left ear, almost yelling with a profound disrespect "You should be proud of being on trial with sir Atrum, you ungrateful boy; he doesn't take the cases himself very often." I felt a harsh push on my shoulder, and then the voice returned to its previous place.

"Call the police inspector!" yelled the invisible prosecutor

A policeman, suited in his black uniform, suddenly appeared from within a mass of shadows in the lower platform. Atrum made his loud and deep voice resound in the whole room "As the only witness of the incident, we expect you to bring this court a detailed explanation, officer."

"Certainly your Honor." replied the officer with a cold and monotonic voice "I was in my usual night patrol when I sighted the subject, citizen number 60X9427, talking alone in the middle of the street. I expected him to be drunk or in drugs, so following the protocol I knocked him out and checked his pockets in search of narcotics or alcohol; but for my surprise I found a strange object inside his raincoat, which made me go blind for a few minutes. I would have brought it as a piece of evidence, but you must understand, you Honor, that due to the nature of the object I destroyed it"

"You acted properly, officer" said the voice, this time with a quiet tone

"I'm a servant of the law, prosecutor. I just do my work the best I can"

"Enough officer" said Atrum, and he faded away in the same way he appeared. "Citizen, how do you plead?"

"What am I accused of?"

"You don't have permission to ask sir Atrum, piece of sh*t!" interrupted the prosecutor "Answer him!"

"If it's a crime to stay up in the night with Her, I am guilty."

"Then there's no need to keep the session going, your Honor."

"Citizen, it's capital punishment for being with that kind of companies; you know what that means?"

"But why do I deserve to die for being with Her?" I said, feeling the angst running up to my throat when I knew my fate. Atrum bended on his stone seat and stared at me with a malicious smile, and told the prosecutor to leave the room for a moment.

He, a shadow, the monster, went down the stone platform and adopted my stature. With his black eyes looking at me and with a cold smile on his face, he went near me and whispered "Let's talk, peer to peer". I shuddered while he put his arm around my shoulder; obviously, trying to be warm. He took me out the court to the corridor, where a slight cold sea breeze blew within the darkness.

I shall never forget the conversation we had. The monster told me about the great manipulator of people, as he called Her: always giving kind words about unreachable utopias, false hope to lost souls; and those who fell into Her trap never returned. Instead, the benevolent monster decided to end with the problem, and gave progress and home to the people. He told me about all the things I had: television, computer, hot water,... How ungrateful I was, he exclaimed.

"Don't fall like others did, it's probably the worst decision you could make. She offers you impossible dreams, I offer you a safe home, food and heat. Go back to your life, son; I set you free."

And he called the invisible voice, who grabbed me harshly and pushed me out of the building.

"Good night, f*cker"

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*Atrum is the Latin word for Dark
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The Stop

And so the weeks went by, nights in which I stayed plunged into the memory of the hours I passed with the person I've been looking for so many time; the person of whom I'm now being told to be a liar. I've sought truth, just pureness, a light that could illuminate our way to a better future for us all; and I found a great lie. Or at least,that's what I've been told.

The monster now was my benefactor, the one who provided me a safe place where to live and all the facilities to survive with ease. No risks, he seemed to say; I don't want my boys to get hurt. So he did, he built us a great place where to live up, up in the skyscrapers; a place where not to get our hands dirt and full of callus; and rather just make a little work for him in front and behind of his screens. We'll have just to pay a little bill, and that's it. Live, live comfortably. That's what he called progress.

I asked myself, what's to live? Born, eat, reproduce and die? Like cokroaches*, trapped in our own colonies? No, I answered. I aspired to something else. I wanted to feel the risk, I wanted to feel the wind flowing on my hand, the cold rain running down my wet face, the dirt on my hands. I wanted to work for myself, use my arms and legs for something else than transport, become free.

Was I ungrateful for rejecting something I didn't ask for? Selfish for just wanting myself to get out of the city?

The monster answered: Yes.

But my heart didn't.

I thought about what life had been before. Living in the concrete, by and for machines; working for get out money, getting our money to buy more, and buy more to be happier and work more. Get in the factories and offices from 9 to 5, enjoy 3 hours of freedom a day and two days of leisure a week. Get back to work. Return home. Live in comfort, go with the flow, care for oneself; live in the darkness.

Live for nothing. Die for nothing, in the land of the crushed dreams.

Never!

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The Shadow

You told me to be brave.

So did I.

"Citizen 60X9427, what are you doing?!"
"I quit!" I replied, running to the exit door

Escape! Destroy the chains of the values that victimized me! Get rid of the past, forget the facts, the malice; not to need the mortgage and the car, the screens, the walls, the impudent buildings and the angst; no more! No more darkness, no more prohibitions, no more commandments: just life; a life I could decide on, a life with no fear, a life for me, at last! Who is to make decisions about me, but I?

Oh love, bellflower, I felt for you! I would have given my life away if necessary, just to have you in my arms again! To feel your clean warmness, to be under your clear light, to fill my heart with truth! No more lies, no more hiding: just you, forever, and ever.

You had no name, but any language of the wide world would have run out of words to describe what you were. You existed in every heart that honestly looked for you; you were for real, and I loved you.

But that jungle of asphalt and concrete: place where only the deadly Moon dares to shine! There are no stars in your sky, no fish in your rivers, no grass on your soil, no people on your streets. Only dust and shadows: greedy, cold and empty city; what have you done to mankind? I only see cowards within your concrete walls.

There you go city, but shall leave you now, forever.

And come out of your shadow, to welcome light.
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The Light

I didn't pick the car, but I knew where to find you. I ran all the way to your place, feeling the pain on my stomach because of the lack of exercise, but didn't stop. I could barely breath, but I didn't stop. My heart was beating fiercely, but I didn't stop. I was alone, running through asphalt and dust roads, and as I got outside the city the sky showed me its stars; and I saw them, and they were beautiful. With a painful smile, I went to your place.

I arrived the old forest, one of the few things that remained as in the old days. I was told about the dangerous animals, but I knew there was no beast like the monster. I gathered the few courage there was remaining in my heart, and I got into the woods.

Under the moonlight, the path was clear. The clear shadows of pines and poplars showed me where to find you, and they pointed with they branches full of green and yellow leaves the course of the river. And I went near the river, expecting to see you again.

And you were sitting on a rock covered by the soft moss, admiring, as I did, the stars on the sky. A cold breeze as you turned to show me your face blew; and you answered my shocked face with a smile. Your white silky dress waved, and you came to me to whisper me a single word.

And a tear, the last of my black tears, ran down my face as I replied you with a smile. Now, I wasn't Stoneheart anymore. I was Vero.

And Vero meant, the true one.

You took my hand, and we ran again throughout the forest.

As in the old days.
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I enjoyed this most immensely ZenitYerkes, your style of writing is a joy to read. It has a very nice flow. I also love the poetic, almost dream-like qualitiy of it. There is no doubt that you are a very talented writer indeed.

I hope to see more work from you in the future.
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I enjoyed this most immensely ZenitYerkes, your style of writing is a joy to read. It has a very nice flow. I also love the poetic, almost dream-like qualitiy of it. There is no doubt that you are a very talented writer indeed.

I hope to see more work from you in the future.
Thanks, I'll write more in English from now on since I see it's well received here! Also, I have to say I'm so glad to know this story ended up OK, so thanks again; this couldn't have been possible without the community support, specially from yours Fkeu'itan, and also from rapunzel's.
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ZenitYerkes, is was just moving to read this story. I was so stirred by your words that adorned this simple flower with so much meaning and beauty. Indeed she has found her true one, true of heart, pure of heart. What a gift you have bequeathed.

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Thanks Tsahik. I have to say this is my one of my first stories written in English, what explains the poor vocabulary; unlike you who have a vast knowledge of cultisms. Believe me, if you could understand Spanish you would love a text I have just now written about Spring.
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Your writing is absolutely amaxing! I wish to read more!
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Thanks Tsahik. I have to say this is my one of my first stories written in English, what explains the poor vocabulary; unlike you who have a vast knowledge of cultisms. Believe me, if you could understand Spanish you would love a text I have just now written about Spring.

Well then I will need to go learn Spanish!
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