She had walked through the mountains in search of the great celestial tower. She had seen monsters never seen before, she had felt winds stronger than ever, and she had heard noises as beautiful as frightening. As soon as she saw the red leafed trees, she knew she was close. She walks on the path, passing by beautiful trees, and, as soon as she reached the elder tree, she saw this beautiful view that was hidden from her by the gigantic mountains. Her eyes wandered over the landscape and landed on the tall building that was standing in the horizon. The tower.
Life makes sense but doesn’t at the same time. Am i doing something wrong, or is it the way I was meant to do it? Maybe living, is an action in itself. After all, living takes up a lot of energy. But maybe living is the absence of an actions. Maybe it’s something we endure and that we’re forced to experience. Death could mean the liberation of this torment that is living. Maybe it’s not the end, but the start of something better. We would go to a place better, with a new life in the afterlife. To give is to take. When we are given life, we are taken freedom. When we are given death, we are taken problems.
In the small town Luke always lived in, everyone knew everyone. It was charming, and full of joy and festivity. One day, something changed. For the better or for worst. A new habitant arrived. A handsome boy named Tom. Tom came from the city, filled with noise, and where everything felt impersonal and personal at the same time. He felt lost, and didn’t know where to look. The locals, on the contrary, knew exactly where to look. All eyes were on Tom anywhere he would go. It was justified though. His charming manners, and elegant way of speaking attracted many girls. As he entered the small cafe where Luke worked, the small bell on the door rung, attracting Luke’s attention towards the young man. With a smile, Tom spoke. “Hey! I’m new in town, and I’m completely lost. Could you help me?” After Luke gave instructions to Tom, they exchanged numbers. Every night since then, they text each other. Their relationship was purely platonic. At least that’s what Luke thought. After a month of flirting, Tom finally asked Luke to meet up. On the day they agreed to meet, Tom was so nervous he arrived at the rendez-vous point an hour in advance. Multiple girls came to flirt with him, but he rejected them all. When Luke arrived, two girls were talking to him. But as Luke walked towards him, the only thing he could focus on was him. In Tom’s eyes, Luke was the most beautiful human to ever walk the earth. At the end of the date, Luke took Tom’s hand. They laughed together, like they had never before. Tom never felt so safe around a person. It was at this moment that Tom realized he wanted to be with this person. He wanted to be with Luke. He needed to be with Luke.
“But… baby. We can’t just leave like that.” He said, his voice shaking. Her eyes looked at him, pleading. She took his hands in hers. An expression of fear and astonishment plastered his face. How could she have killed someone? Why wasn’t she she answering his question? His hands were shaking as he yanked them away from her grip. “No! We can’t! What did you do?!” He yelled, terrified. “It was self defense!” She screamed back. How could self defense go so far as to kill someone? He took a step back. “Oh no… you know too much” she said, suddenly having a terrifying expression on her face. She slowly approached him, backing him against a nearby wall. From her pocket, she took a pocket knife, and quickly and surely slit his throat.
Great green grass of the plane, How mighty the trees of your color, Dripping from their leaves, the rain.
How the droplets fall like not other, On the pavement on which I walk. No existing sight is better or greater.
Oh! How I admire the shine of the rock, And how the water brings out its shade. It’s everything else they mock.
The crowd was loud behind the curtain. I was waiting for my name to be called. Today, I was running for president. Can you believe it? President. Me. I certainly can’t believe it. I never thought I would find myself here. I hear my name being called, and my hands start shaking. Suddenly, my entire mind goes blank and I can’t remember a single thing from the speech I had written. Oh no! What was I going to do without my speech? As I walk towards the stage, I could barely walk straight and I start fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. I’ll have to improve on the spot. “Dear citizens! Today, I present myself before you in hopes of convincing you to elect me as your president. My dear opponents have proven themeselves worthy of that title in my opinion, but let me explain to you why it should be me, and not them, that you should trust. I, unlike them, have actual ideas to improve this land. First, I would instore multiple shops not only in the center of the city, but also in the small villages. That way, anyone can buy, or sell products without mixing the social classes.” The cheers from the crowd can be heard. It was even louder than those of the previous candidates. “Secondly,” I continue “I will do everything to install a police department in each city, and I will not rest until justice is served!”
The roar of the crowd is like none I’ve ever seen before. Do they really like me that much? After all, I am pretty likeable. What am I even saying? Im amazing! Of course they love me! How could they not?
I had waited, and waited, and waited… but the damn choo choo wasn’t coming. Yes, the choo choo. That’s what I call the white and red thingy that move on metal rails. Apparently it helps people to travel. I wait 5 more minutes, but it’s still not here. I finally get up to find a horse that could maybe help me cross the land. I walk out of the small building and I see a long line of small boxes on wheels with people inside them. Oh no! Poor people, they must be dying! I run towards a red box and I hit the glass in hopes of helping the poor human. Loud noises start coming from the other boxes. Very pitchy and annoying noises. A long line of boxes were in front of me and the people inside them seemed to be angry towards something. Oh, maybe it’s because they’re dying. I break the glass of the red box, and I try to take the person out. I get slapped across the face. I was absolutely horrified. What kind of monster hits a Prince?! I was the most beautiful and powerful being in all of the land, and he, a commoner, dared to touch me? I could not stand it! I was on the verge of branding my sword and slicing his box, when I received a hit on the head. Pitch black.
I was holding my memory shop, as usual, and I was going through inventory. This shop had been going through a rough patch. People don’t have the money to buy memories anymore. “Wait…” I whisper to myself as I notice something strange. A memory had disappeared, and it hadn’t been written in the books. Someone had stole a memory. My memory. But I couldn’t remember which one it was. Of course I didn’t, it was a memory, and if I don’t have a memory, how am I supposed to remember it? I grabbed my bag, and quickly rushed out of the shop. I needed to find the thief. Fortunately, I had cameras that scanned the face of all the shoppers. And only two came in the last week. It had to be one of them. I run through the city, scanning every face in sight, when I spot one of the suspects. I run to him, and I grab his arm. “Hey! Did you stole from me?” I ask him. He wouldn’t admit if he did it, obviously, so I punched him. “Tell me!” I yelled. He whimpered at the impact, and fell to the ground. His body was shaking as he gave me his bag. I open it, and inside were two of my memories. Two? He had stolen two? And I didn’t notice. Was I missing something else? “Did you steal something else?” I ask him, suspicious. He shook his head. I felt like he was hiding something but I let him be. I returned to my shop with my bag and the thief’s bag, and put the stolen memories back in place. But something told me that it wasn’t the end of it.
