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| Sinjin | Nov 24 2011, 09:10 AM Post #1 |
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NOTE: Do not copy or republish... or I lose my grades. XDDD Nah, just wanna share what I've done for school so far... >.< “La Mesa” ~Narra I used to be one of those trees that gathered along the family’s burial plot in the cemetery. The old man had planted me together with my brothers, all seven of them, to surround and grow like a square, stalwart protectors to his beloved wife that now lay in the marvelous marble tomb in the middle. And as the years passed, we watched their family visits, the children growing up, until our heads finally reached the sky where we can cast our canopy of leaves to drown those beneath us with scenic beauty. It is a shame that the old man now lies next to his wife, the grave made larger and surrounded by that iconic marble layer that he so loved. But it’s all right, because I shall perform my duties together with my brothers to be the protector of his family. Then, one evening, the skies turned so dark that the shadows casted by my leaves seemed terrifying along the marble grave below. The wind howled like there was a coming demon threatening to wreck havoc in the land. Thunders roared like beasts and lightning burned deep. I finally broke and fell after years of protecting the man who planted me. I am on the verge of accepting death. I told my brothers to continue in my stead. I apologized to the family of birds that once lived in my bark. When I finally looked up to the canopy of leaves, finding that one portion open where the sky beyond can be seen, I knew it was where I once stood and would crowd my leaves upon. And like the man that planted me in soil, watered and raised me, I begun to wish to continue to live and to protect the family that was once and will always be mine. ~The Wedding Salvaged and made new, I am now the centerpiece of this banquet. Chiseled by the best of carpenters in this town, I hold each spectator’s awe. Polished and glowing, my body feels as if it would never age again. Adorned by ribbons, flowers and platters of food, I stand witness to the union of the couple who were given the privilege of sitting by me. Fate works so many wonders that I find myself serving the family of the small boy who loved taking pictures of the silhouettes of my branches and leaves. Now a grown man, he resembles his grandfather, the old man who planted me. I laughed with inaudible sound, happy to realize that my prayer was heard. I am alive once again to continue protecting this family I had grown to call my own, not as the stalwart giant that looked over marble layered graves, but as a simple house table that would bear witness to their lives at home. ~Bearer of News Mother’s wonderful dishes of pinakbet and bangus steak are already prepared and served on dishes. The plates, spoons and forks are all ready when lunch will be served. Finally came in the couple to partake of the meal on my wide surface. Speaking of which, father decided to buy six narra chairs , sculpted with great craftsmanship to match me. They looked elegant by my side, but not as good and as eye catching as my surface, for now I have a thin layer of glass placed on top in order to protect food or juices spilling all over me. Mother has been taking care of me since the couple’s union and I feel so much like their child. That’s right, then I should regard the six chairs as my younger siblings! The door to the sala finally opened and father entered the house with his briefcase and a jacket hanging over one hand, while the other held a few envelopes. He puts down the briefcase and jacket on the chair and pulls out one of my narra sibling and sits down, placing the envelops on top of me. We heard mother calling from the kitchen telling about how she is finishing a quick fried rice mix. Father calls back with a smile before he begins to open the envelopes one by one. His expression would change after each one is opened – one of annoyance – the monthly bill, perhaps; one of fondness – a holiday greeting card from a relative; one of passiveness – a door-to-door mail advertisement by some company; and then, one of sudden happiness. Father had immediately screamed in delight and mother entered through the open door from the kitchen. Father was already standing, loosening his necktie and frantically made his way towards mother. With one swift movement, he wraps his hands around her waist and raised her from the floor, turning around like they were dance partners in some dance competition. By the end of it, he places a gentle kiss on her lips as he showed her the letter. It was an acceptance letter and he is now officially employed in a technological firm with a high-paying salary. And both embraced again before me. I could only sigh and tease the two lovebirds with an inaudible whistle. I sure hope they wouldn’t forget the freshly cooked food on me. It would be a shame to celebrate the good news with cold food. ~Expectant Insider The sala is adorned with cool colors of blue as balloons and draping ribbons of different hues are placed. I have earned myself a wonderful vase as the centerpiece. Serving plates of various foods align on my surface, with garish decors of blue and white ribbons in between. One edge had all the prepared plates piled up like a tower with the utensils on the side, wrapped in pairs with a table napkin. On the other edge was a pile of leaflets and small gifts. Mother was with the guest at the sala just a few steps from me. She had a disarming smile on her face as she addressed old friends and relatives. All the while, she was sitting on a comfy chair, with one hand in the air to give a little animation to her storytelling, and other hand placed gently on top of the large lump on her stomach. Her sky blue, empress cut dress only made it more obvious, and the cool color matched perfectly her glowing facial features where that perpetual warm smile of hers can be seen. A couple more months and the family will have an additional member seating on the table partaking of the feast that would be served on me everyday. I can’t help but feel anxious for the time for me to meet this mysterious new member. For a little bit, I also feel jealous as I am used to being the centerpiece of every event until now. People flocked around me and I would happily serve them a good topic of conversation with my beautiful sculpted frame or the garish decors. Then again, if my family is happy, so I should be. And for now, I will silently observe mother’s happiness with her friends as they talk about the future and the baby. I do hope that the baby will find me useful as well, aside from being a spare page to draw and color on with those non-toxic crayons that I heard of, or worse – a permanent marker! ~Expectant Insider Continued People are gathered in the sala again. They are relatives of my family who have decided to stay in the house until the news they were waiting for arrives. The kids were playing with a console game connected to the TV. The teens were huddled in one corner of the large sala, either sitting on a stool or on the floor as they connected their laptops to the WiFi in the house, countering their boredom and anxiety. Some of the adults were chatting by the sala, while others were having a coffee break on me. I now provide them with refreshments from simple 3-in-1 coffees to juices, crackers in small packages to boxed shortcakes brought by one of them, and some of the leftover foods which one of the relatives, acting as the cook, had prepared for anyone starving through the long wait. After some time, glancing on the wall clock across me, I let out an inaudible sigh as I realized it was now past one in the morning. The children had long finished their game and were asleep in one of the rooms. The old people had gathered by the chairs in the sala, talking. The teens have decided to occupy me, seeing how it was easier for their backs as they sat straight before their laptops instead of crouching on the floor. Time was moving quite slow as I feel the small tremors from beneath the laptops, their engines whirring. But like them, I, too, was getting quite impatient from all this waiting. With both father and mother absent in the vicinity, I could not help but worry. At times like this, I remind myself that I am but a piece of furniture and nothing else. It was best to wait for the return of my family, and when they do, I should serve them as I always had. Finally, there it is! There it is. The youngster that was earlier preoccupied in surfing the Internet in his laptop jumped off his seat as soon as his cell phone began ringing with a rock band’s song and its vibration making a gentle ripple throughout my frame. He answered it, asked a question, and then beamed with delight. Almost instantly, the entire place was racked with life. It’s a boy! – They said with glee, passing the cell phone from one another. For the first time, I wanted to have a mouth and join in with the merrymaking. I wanted to shout out loud just like them. ~Ton-ton and Life The house is bustling with life again. Everyone is happily talking with one another, helping themselves every now and then with the food prepared on top of me. One side of me had been covered with a special silk cloth where wrapped gifts of various sizes were stacked. Balloons were held up by plastic sticks that there were taped along my edges. It was a good thing the tape isn’t the kind that leaves traces behind, otherwise my smooth finish would be dirtied. I don’t fancy the idea of being spray painted on, after all. Aside from that one frustration, I now have a crown of cake placed on top of me. On it was a greeting for the newborn member of this family, celebrating his entry to the Christian World. And while the main celebrant was busy being passed on from one relative to another, pictures taken here and there, I simply looked on, beaming with pride at my new master. His name was Anthony, Ton-ton for short, and he looked the spitting image of his father back when he was small. Does that mean that he would grow up to look like his father as well? I guess humans and trees grow up differently. While they would suffer wounds, they would still grow up and heal before they die. I, on the other hand, had lived as a tree before dying from that lightning incident. Now as a table, I will no longer grow to be as magnificent and tall as a stalwart giant of a tree. Development is stopped, but I will live longer than them. In a way, both humans and trees have their own advantages. Speaking of which, father and his friends are now seated around me for the usual coffee after meals. And just like me, they are now talking about life ahead of them. Surprisingly though, they were talking more about life for their children than for themselves. I should listen to them. Perhaps I will learn more about life as a human. And just when the discussion was moving towards education for the young, Ton-ton arrives, carried by mother and passed on to father. The young boy looked peaceful in his sleep, unaware that around him people were already deciding his future. It brings nostalgia to me, remembering the time when the old man told me to grow big and strong as he planted my roots in the fertile soil of his land. Perhaps, even as a tree, my future was also decided upon by a man. With this thought in mind, I look forward to Ton-ton growing and living up to his family’s wishes as well. ~Cake Stains and the Bold Move I should be a veteran for occasions by now. Yet I still find myself annoyed whenever a piece of cake falls on top of me or when the bottom of a cold drink leaves a mark on my surface. I simply love my face! So this should answer perfectly why I am a little bit upset at the moment. Ah! Finally! One of the helpers have decided to wipe off the piece of cake and watermark from the soda bottle. It was the end of another of Ton-ton’s yearly birthday celebrations and the boy was already in his room, probably playing one last round with his cousins with that console game he had gotten as a gift earlier. For now, the plates on me were slowly being cleared. Leftovers were being distributed in small plastic wares before being given to relatives as they leave the house. It was amazing to think that foods earlier served on top of me will now be transported and shared to some relatives in their own respected houses and tables. It feels like some sort of correspondence and I’m mailing a letter to them. Still, the party has yet to end. Father and his friends had gathered around me, holding a bottle of beer each. An ashtray was placed on me – which was a good thing, as I would not want to have any burn marks on my surface made by their cigarettes. The topic of their conversation was politics and from what I could understand, it was something complex. But knowing father’s personality and his relationship with his friends, I definitely agree that he should join politics. With his joining in the field of politics, I braced myself for the coming changes in our future. I, too, would have to adjust, after all. No longer will I simply be an ordinary table with wonderful designs chiseled by hands and displayed in every party. I will now be a table owned by a politician, subject to be criticized and studied as a reflection of my owner’s lineage and lifestyle ~Paint Me Not! No! No! No! If only I could scream I would definitely make the ignorant fool deaf. If I could move my legs I would have kicked him. Sadly, I was at the mercy of the man who had a bucket of paint, a silkscreen and boxes of paper to print on. No, I couldn’t bear to watch this horrific scene unfold before me. Fortunately for me, Ton-ton entered through the opened sala. He had just arrived from his morning classes and he looked dirty and sweaty from all the games he played with his classmates. He walked carefully along the tiled floor, avoiding streamers and boxes of election paraphernalia, as well as some of the working volunteers who were preparing the things needed for tonight’s caucus. He then spotted the tall man in front of me and called out. Being the little man in the house didn’t seem to hinder him from reprimanding the fool when he was about to start the silk screening job on the flyers on top of me. Embarassed, the man brought all the materials outside of the house and decided to do the work outside. A triumphant smile appeared on Ton-ton’s face as he took a seat and placed his backpack on top of me before pulling out his sketchpad and started drawing. I, too, would have smiled if I could. I was, after all, happy to know that Ton-ton saw my value. Still, I wish I could have whooped that fool at the back of his head for his ignorance. ~Twice the Celebration A chorus of voices from the relatives started the party. Food and drinks were served all around. I was at the center of attention once more, providing the sumptuous meals and the celebratory cake. Camera flashes came from various angles and I thought I had turned into an instant celebrity ! But I forgot that father was seated right behind me, raising his champagne glass , toasting with his friends and party mates. He won the race!. There was another reason for such a joyous occasion though. At the other side of my length, mother was talking with her relatives, as everyone wanted to flock around her. Ton-ton was somewhere in the sala, playing with his cousins and feeling a little bit left out. Nevertheless, he wasn’t frowning and in fact was attending to the needs of his guests by entertaining them with stories about school and his plans when he grows older. I could somehow sympathize with Ton-ton as I once felt the same kind of jealousy and anxiety, mixed altogether with the excitement of the event. Why? Mother had recently given birth to another healthy baby and the newest addition to the family. Her name is Ella and today, she is being welcomed to the Christian World, much like Ton-ton before. But, like how things ended up back then, both Ton-ton and I realized that we were just too excited for the baby to truly comprehend what we really felt that very moment. ~The Small Voice of Dawn Awakened by the flick of the switch; the dining area comes radiated with light. In contrast, I saw the sala draped in darkness. It seemed like I was on spotlight right now. And for that, I forgave the sudden rudeness that awakened me from such a peaceful rest. Then, Ton-ton appeared, carrying his knapsack with him and a laptop with his free hand. Now in high school, he seemed busier than usual, but it was good to know that he kept to his studies despite the various distractions about him. He had recently bought a new handheld game console and kids of his age would normally be drowning their time on it. But he was just different. He placed the laptop on top of me and then piled up the books from his knapsack. It occurred to me that the boy was planning on studying at this time of day. It must be exam week – I thought, remembering all those times he would leave his room early in the morning to read through his notes and books on top of me just before sunrise. It ended up becoming his habit and it seemed to work with him, topping in his class all the time. It was his “study hour” as he would always explain to mother whenever he would be caught doing so. Speaking of which, mother exits their room, already up and about to prepare a hearty breakfast. She pauses on her way to the kitchen as she looks at Ton-ton who is keen on burying his face into the open book. She smiles quietly and murmurs the words “study hour, alright” before proceeding to the kitchen door. And with that, both mother and I knew that for the rest of the week, we would be hearing the soft small voice of dawn in the person of Ton-ton, reciting important keywords and tapping along the keyboard of his trusty laptop. Now, if only I were human, I would be accompanying Ton-ton as a tutor. But at the moment, I’ll just keep him company quietly and silently cheering for his success. ~Despedida The family reunion this time around has a looming sadness in the air. Of course, no one would really show it; otherwise it would spoil the fun. Ton-ton was spearheading the celebration with his cousins. They were in my corner of the house while the adults were at the sala, eating on the small servings of cakes and pastries placed on the table. There was singing and dancing, before a quick game of charade was played. All the while, the adults were talking about the future as they watched the youngsters in their merrymaking. University names were shortly on a roll call, with some of the adults giving their short critic and praises for each. They also talked about the necessities of the world as well as employment status. It was obvious that they didn’t want to plan their child’s future on an unwanted course. Once again, they show their deep love and desire for their children’s success. Back at the dining area, with me at the center and sporting the various foods that the cousins had somehow made earlier, the celebration continued. It was part of their thrilling activity to be the ones to cook up for the occasion as a way to show that they were now old enough to fend and feed themselves. Of course, with Ella being the youngest, she only helped with fixing the deserts with her older cousins. But the reason for the celebration wasn’t just for the fun of it. As cousin, and growing members of the community, they recognized their part in life and that they would one day be heading off to different paths. For that, the simple celebration was a mark of their bond as a strong family, and one that would connect them beyond the physical distance that would soon hinder them from seeing each other. That being said, they gave their eldest cousin a warm and wonderful time – a despedida celebration as she would soon leave for abroad to work. At the same time, it was a despedida for the college entrants who would soon be far from home and on their own until they graduate. It is times like this that I find myself the most fortunate because I become part of the celebration in a way. As I bear witness to this bond formation between the cousins, I could not help but feel the weight of sadness dawning upon me. Soon, there would be fewer celebrations, less noise, and less people to come into this house and be served with wonderful food arranged on top of me. It is the first sign of the changing times! ~The Quiet Times The TV has been placed on a rack at the nearby wall. It is switched on and the nightly news report is being shown. Father and mother are quietly eating the wonderful dinner prepared by mother. Ella is sitting next to mother, eagerly biting into the crispy fried chicken wings. However, there is one chair that is vacant. It was the first night for the family to have dinner with Ton-ton away for college. Despite their smiles and Ella’s quick hand to change the channel to a nightly game show, I could tell that they were all missing the eldest child. I did too!. No more afternoons of drawing session on top of me. No more weekend hangouts with friends. No more of the occasional baking contest between older brother and younger sister, which often left me, dirty beyond description. Speaking of which, the glass surface on top of me was broken when Ton-ton tried to clean it. Now, mother uses various tablecloths to cover me, from stylish laces to simple plaid ones. Still, the burn on my surface during the siblings’ cooking contest was something that would mark me forever unless a paint job would cover it. Fortunately for me, father decided against it. To him, it was the mark of a memory to be cherished, and so for the first time, I didn’t hate getting my smooth surface dirtied or burned. It made things easier especially for the quiet times like this. And as soon as dinner was over, father brings out the wireless phone and dials Ton-ton’s number. A few minutes ago, there was a saddening silence that hung on air, but now, they have suddenly come alive as they spoke through the phone, each giving their signature nagging appeal for Ton-ton. I, too, wished to have said something, but alas, I am but a piece of furniture without a mouth. So, I silently called out, hoping my presence would miraculously be transmitted through the phone. ~Complete Again and the Future It amazes me how far I’ve journeyed so far; how long I’ve lived. From being a tree to becoming the table, I have witnessed many happenings in the lives of my family. Sad to say that my luck wasn’t shared by my chair siblings! The recent typhoon had been too strong that there was even flood in the main city as news reached the place. The flood had somehow entered the house and destroyed much of the things that were below one’s thigh. The chairs have collapsed from the strong flowing waters. Long submerged in the waters, by the time the water let up, they became useless and had to be replaced. Again, I thank for the sturdiness of my body and the best craftsmanship that the town offered in my creation. For even after the flood, I am still in one piece and usable after a good long scrubbing. In no time, Ton-ton returned from college, graduating at the top of his class. He helped around the house and there was that sense of life and happiness in the atmosphere. It seemed as if they have forgotten the disaster that the typhoon had brought into the community. ~Unexpected Night Dinner had long ended and things should be quieting about now. I should be welcoming the darkness soon for a good night’s rest. However, the lights quickly turned on as Ton-ton storms out from his room. With a bag clutched in hand, he throws it on top of me, tears running down his face. I was pretty much shocked at the sudden turn of event that I didn’t mind the weight of the bag or that my favorite lace tablecloth had been disarranged from that act. Mother soon came out from the room crying with Ella holding onto her with similar sadness etched on her young and beautiful face. Finally, father erupts with rage as he exits the room like a madman, yelling profanities and cursing Ton-ton for his lack of maturity. Ton-ton argues for a moment before being slapped on the face. Immediately, he snatched the bag on top of me and storms out of the house. Father slammed the door as he walked back into the room. Only mother and Ella’s cries echoed in the house with the sound of a car’s engine revving outside, then the clutch brake loosened, and then there was movement and the disappearing sound of a car. Ton-ton left after he had confessed that he had impregnated a classmate, his girlfriend. It was just too much for father to handle that he ended up chasing away his own son. For me, I had grown to know Ton-ton well enough to say that he is a responsible child and a faithful lover, having only one girlfriend ever since. Still, as a human being, his failure is inevitable and I can only hope that father would soon forgive his son. For now, more than ever, is the time when Ton-ton would need his family the most. Again, I am restrained from acting as a protector of the family by being nothing more than a piece of furniture; stalwart giant of a protector turned into a silent and useless observer. ~Downward Slope of Events Ella has taken Ton-ton’s responsibilities of cleaning me after dinner. A year may have passed, but there is still that emptiness in her heart that shows despite her usual smiles. Father no longer stays for coffee and a brief chat after dinner. He readily goes back to the room. Mother does the dishes after dinner and engages Ella in short conversations pertaining to school, trying to keep the family together. I, too, try to keep the family together. I have recently suffered a loose screw in one of my legs and father has yet to fix it. Still, I always stand firm and make sure to be the center for the family to gather during meals and be together. I just hope that father has not forgotten about the missing screw. Oh no! Ella has suddenly fallen to the floor. Mother drops a plate as she quickly went over to Ella and pleaded for her to wake up. The crashing plate on the tiles had summoned a worried father out of the room to find mother and daughter by the floor. He hurries over, kneeling down to assess the situation. I, too, if I could move, would have been there to stop Ella from falling or to be with them at a moment of crisis such as this. An ambulance was quickly called. Paramedics entered through the sala and assessed Ella’s condition before it was decided that she needed hospital admission. They loaded her on a stiff plastic stretcher before leaving, with mother and father following closely. If it were me, I would have made sure that Ella was lying on a comfortable surface while being brought to the hospital. But who am I to complain? I’m just a table and nothing more. ~One Leg Down, One Member Back I could feel it. There is a chance that I might collapse tonight. Father had completely forgotten about the missing screw in one of my legs. Well, I could not blame him for it as he is now sitting at one end, laying a weary head over my surface while being surrounded by relatives. This is the fourth night he had not slept well ever since Ella was hospitalized. At the sala were some of the relatives, praying and holding a vigil as they hoped for a miracle to happen for Ella. My once ever happy and eventful family was slowly crumbling down just like one of my legs! Then Ton-ton suddenly arrived after more than a year of absence. This surprised everyone especially when he brought along with him his year-old baby, a traveling bag and a worn-out face. However, there were no harsh words thrown between father and son, but a warm embrace. Father accepted Ton-ton like the light that shone through the darkness. A few words of reconciliation were exchanged before Ton-ton learned of the real situation. He hurriedly left for the hospital. Hours passed and night turned in to day, yet everyone in the house was still awake. Father cradled his granddaughter in his arms while he was praying. Ton-ton’s cousins were refilling the juices on top of me, and making breakfast for everyone. Thank God I could still stand! I vowed not to collapse until my family was whole again. Just like that, almost like an answer to our prayers, the phone rang and one of the older cousins took the call. Without a moment’s hesitation, he relayed the news. Ton-ton had given one of his kidneys and was successfully transplanted to Ella. Everyone cried with tears of joy upon hearing that the young girl is sure to survive and well on her way to recovery. For a long time, I remembered the feeling of being one with the family. Never mind that I am merely a table, for if I had a beating heart, it would certainly have been beating wildly in happiness and relief over this incident. ~Whole Again The house was full of life again. The party had just begun and yet everyone was already around me, taking in their share of the deliciously cooked food by mother and her siblings. This time, they had to make use of my entire length for the wide array of dishes, as well as the specially baked cake for Ella’s birthday. And just in every birthday celebration, there is the moment when the family gets to have their picture taken. Father and mother were standing on one side, Ton-ton with his daughter in his arms on the other, and with Ella standing happily and proudly in the middle. Of course, I was included in the picture as well as the assorted food. Eventually, we are a portrait of one complete family! To be honest, I have never felt so happy before, despite getting steel frames for my legs. Perhaps, it is because, despite losing my pride of being a beautifully constructed table made from a proud tree, I could continue serving my family and definitely for a long time to come. ~Growing Together A small boy races into the antique house and pulls out a chair towards me. He placed his small bag on top of me and empties it. Crayons and pencils fell and he quickly grabbed hold of one as he sat with a devious smile on his face. If I could, I would definitely have gasped in horror at the thought of being drawn upon by the boy. I, who am already old with only my top surface remaining made from the same Narra tree that I had once been, but already supported by steel beams for legs, could still look at this situation as something terrifying. But I quickly calmed down as I was now watching over the grandson of Ella, a talented boy who had already marked the other side of my surface with his paint and brush the other day. He had somehow inherited Ton-ton’s talents and wits, and perhaps even his short ritual of cracking his knuckles before starting out on a unique masterpiece. But before I could resign myself with the fitting ending of being drawn upon with those non-toxic crayons, Ella appears and stops the boy. Already aged, carrying a walking stick and with greying hair, she seats next to the boy. She hands out a drawing book for him, to which the boy happily takes to start his masterpiece on. She smiles as she looks down at me and gently caresses my surface with her fragile fingers before deciding on calling Ton-ton and his daughter to restore me to my old glory with a much needed paint job. I would have laughed so hard until my heart stops, if only I could. But I was really happy. I am still part of this family despite being four legs down. Everyone around me is growing old while I stay the same. I can only wish for things to stay the same as they were, and that I get to watch over this family until the day comes when I am reduced to nothing. Until then…. The End |
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| WolframVonBielefield | Nov 24 2011, 09:40 AM Post #2 |
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So far so good. A few minor typos here and there. Although sometimes I get confused as to when a leg already gave way. But that's minor too. Its a good story. Not enough excitement/drama for my taste though. That's a personal preference, btw. And the table felt so human. It seemed less a furniture and more a human character through your storytelling. Its a story not easily forgettable and makes one think of their tables and trees in a new light. |
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| 栄 Gale | Nov 24 2011, 09:58 AM Post #3 |
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I would have been skeptical at first to hear someone writing a story about a table, but this story is very interesting and well done. So basically, it's awesome. 'Nuff said. |
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| Mervix | Nov 24 2011, 10:04 AM Post #4 |
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I like the ebb and flow of the story considering you have a word count constraint ^^ Speaking in present tense is not my cup of tea though but I enjoyed myself here and there. Maybe you could have lessened the number of events and deepened the impact of a few more important ones. I could find myself rushing through bits of the story at times >.< That's my 2 cents worth. |
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| Sinjin | Nov 24 2011, 05:47 PM Post #5 |
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Ok so here's the second short. like the first, dont be shy and comment after the read. ^_^ it'll help in my editing phase. also... this is a bit weird... like the story feels a bit weird but what the heck.... i felt like writing it much like writing about a table. and also, here's some music you might want to listen to while reading.... For the first few parts and the ending of the story: For the middle parts of the story: and with that, have fun ^_^ “A Cup of Tea with Truth” Knowing the truth is not power. Knowing what to do with the truth you have is the real power, and only humans can do this. A group of thick white clouds engulfs the space. Walking deeper into it, one will be transported into an empty white space where a lone tall table stands in the middle. It has a circular top made of glass, with a metal frame, spiraling down to create one solid leg, before flattening into a solid hold on the floor. Surprisingly, a three-meter radius of flooring was embellished with white colored sandstone tiles and of intricate pattern engraved on its surface, and the table stood at its very center. Empty – was the thought that wandered through the boy’s head as he walked out from the thick clouds that surrounded that empty space like some invisible wall, stretching and encircling the area. There was no hint of fright in the boy’s face, just pure curiosity as he looked from side to side in silence. Finally, he started walking along the empty floor before taking a step further along the sandstone tiles. He stopped before the tall table, realizing that it was almost as tall as he was. “Hello?” He called out meekly, leaning from side to side to see if something would appear. “Well? What is it?” A voice answered back, surprising the boy. For a brief moment, the boy took a step back to see beyond the tabletop that hindered his view. From there, he looked in awe as he saw a man in a long tailcoat and top hat. He had silvery hair peeking from the edge of his ears as if they wanted to be seen. He had a pair of passive eyes with a sort of bored expression on his face. Lastly, he was quite tall that the tabletop seemed to only reach his waist. And the boy was left gaping in awe. “Excuse me, but you came here for something, am I correct?” the man spoke with elegance and a tinge of impatience in the tone. “You’re tall,” the boy finally replied, raising a hand to point it out but stopped midway as he remembered it was rude to point at others. “Not to your liking?” “No.” The man shrugged with pursed lips, easily contradicting his fine and elegant appearance before he snapped his fingers and his body began shrinking until the table was around chest level. He then clapped his hands and two tall chairs appeared, one behind him and the other behind the boy. They were white with curly decors, and despite the metal-like appearance, they were soft to the touch as seen when the man almost bounced as soon as he sat down. “Care to sit? We don’t have all day, you know,” he said with a wave of his hand. Of which the boy nodded and climbed the conveniently placed foothold along the chair’s legs for him to reach and sit comfortably on the chair. And with both seated to perfection, with the table in between, the man placed both hands on top of his lap, a smile spread across his face and he asked again, “What did you come here for, boy?” The boy was left silent as he sat facing the man before finally answering, “I don’t know.” Almost immediately, the man’s smile disappeared, bringing that passive and annoyed expression from earlier to his face. Instantly, the boy felt like he had offended the man and quickly added, “I’m sorry, but I can’t really… remember.” Now, the man widens his eyes before lifting a brow and raising a hand over to his chin, leaning closer to plant an elbow by the table. A sigh of relief escaped from his lips as a lazy smile forms again, “I see. Now that’s refreshing to hear. It’s not everyday I get to have someone like you as a guest. Normally, the people who visit already have a fixed reason in mind and go directly to the point. I suppose a chitchat with a random soul once in a while isn’t too bad.” The boy was perplexed by those words before he suddenly looked a bit frightened and started looking around before fixing his gaze back to the man seated opposite him. Then, with his meek voice, he spoke, “Excuse me, but where’s the soul you’re talking about? I’m afraid of ghosts and I don’t really want to see one at the moment.” The man was left speechless, widening his already wide eyes in surprise before the smile stretched from ear to ear, and then he burst into laughter. He had one hand on his stomach while the other on the armrest of the chair to stop him from falling off. But from laughing so much and tilting around, his top hat fell to reveal his messy hair. “This is unbelievable! I knew today would be a happy day, but this is just ridiculous! Then again, it did say so in my horoscope that I would get loads of fun today, and now you’re here to entertain me after years of this boring…” He trailed off with a wave of his hand as he looked about them, watching the thick white clouds move along in a circular pattern at the sides, “Well, this boring… Oh, never mind.” He snapped his fingers again and the top hat appeared back on his head as he leaned back on his chair, looking back to the boy with an amused face. “I apologize for that random behavior. As you can possibly see, being in here for many years can turn one into a nuthouse. In any case, you’re quite an interesting boy for having an appearance,” the man continued. “An appearance?” the boy repeated. “Yes, an appearance. In other words, you have a head, two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth, etcetera, etcetera. My normal visitors are usually empty which would probably be one of the reasons why life around here is just bland and uneventful.” The boy paused for a moment to look down at his self. He still had his checker shirt and khaki shorts, as well as his rubber slippers, so he wondered what the man was talking about. But he figured he shouldn’t dwell into it as the man was obviously talking like a crazy person, switching from being impatient to being amused to being hysterical and then back to being calm. Just then, the man snapped his fingers again and a weird-looking teapot with swirly decors appeared in the middle of the table, with two teacups appearing mid-air and falling on two saucers on the table before the boy and the man. Like an eager host, the man reached out for the teapot and began serving them both with the drink, its rich and delicious aroma filling their nostrils with delight. And with a smile, the man pushed the filled cup towards the boy, “Go on, have some.” “Thank you,” the boy answered as he took the cup and sipped from it, “ So who are you, mister?” The man stopped moving again to spare him a glance before taking the cup and saucer in hand, suppressing laughter. “You came to see me without knowing who I am. You really are a funny little boy.” “Like I said, I can’t remember,” the boy replied with a frown. “Now, now! It’s all right. Don’t get upset over such a funny thing. We can just talk about random things while you’re trying to remember. Now, let’s see… how about-“ A sudden crashing sound interrupted the man’s words and both the boy and the man looked to the side and saw a sword on the floor. The boy looked around to see where it came from and ended up looking upward as from the way it sounded, it had come falling from somewhere. But as he did, he saw that there was nothing in the air above them – just bare emptiness and a white space that didn’t seem to end. Meanwhile, the man let out a heavy sigh as he placed the cup and saucer back on the table. He snapped his fingers and the sword, a wakizashi type or a short katana sheathed in its scabbard, started to float and approach him. He glanced back to the boy to give him a short warning, “Please don’t be alarmed in case someone starts yelling.” He then looked back to the sword as it slowly unsheathes itself on its own. The boy kept a curious gaze over to the sword. By the time half of the sword was drawn, something white slipped out from the scabbard and appeared to be standing right next to the sword. Along with it was a loud voice that yelled at the man’s direction. The boy almost dropped the cup in surprise and decided to place it on the table as he continued to observe what appears to be a white apparition of somebody. No, it wasn’t an apparition; it was just an outline of a tall man with a bulky body, having no face, no skin, and simply being white with a lining of a black crayon to keep its form intact. “And a noisy visitor has arrived, indeed,” the man said with a frown before turning serious. “You told me that they would not be moving about in Shinjuku! How on earth did they know that my brother and his men were going there that night?” the seeming man called out with anger. “I’m sorry about what happened to your brother, Saburo-san, but what I told you was truth. They were in Kyoto that day, however in the middle of the day they had managed to learn of your own movements. They divided their group and went to go after your brother instead. I did warn you that you should plan your action well. You can’t always depend on one truth alone. People change minds so easily in a blink of an eye,” the man responded. “Damn you! Damn them!” the man cursed and stomped his feet, “Then, tell me, where is that sly Tezuka now? I’ll make him pay for this with cold blood!” “He’s on the next flight to Osaka. He needs to keep a low profile after the hit on your brother. There should be two hours until he boards his plane.” “Excellent! That’s enough to put a hole in his head and dump his body at Tokyo Bay.” With that, the white human form was sucked back into the scabbard and the sword was sheathed itself. In seconds, the sword slowly vanished into thin air. “What just happened?” the boy asked with frightened tone. “Oh, don’t worry, boy. The man was merely asking and I just had to answer,” the man replied, taking the cup again and sipping from it. “But he’s going to kill that guy? Wait! Are you the devil?” “Good heavens, no! I’m the Truth.” And silence fell between them though the man could see that the boy was not convinced and seemed ready to jump out from his chair to run away. “Look, boy, here is how it is,” the man finally said to break the silence, placing the cup back down, “That man hired a private detective to hire this Tezuka fellow and he was meeting with the detective again. As the Truth, I am voicing out what I know as you have heard. However, in the real world, that man was talking to the detective and what I said was conveyed through documents and a long conversation. And mind you, I do not lie. I am the Truth, after all.” “But how could you help that man? He’s planning on killing that man, isn’t he?” “There is no good or evil in the truth. The decision on what to do with it lays on the hands of man. Say for example, you learned your brother ate your hotdog. Would you punch him for it?” “Of course, not! That’s bad.” “And so, you’ve made your decision on what to do with that truth you’ve learned. It was the same for that man, but he chose to do something evil instead.” “Then, why did you help him?” “I am the Truth, boy. I do not lie. I cannot lie. People come to me, search for me, and it is only right that I give them what they are looking for.” The boy fell silent again, lowering his head and looking at the teacup. He was obviously disturbed by what had happened, but the man couldn’t help it. It was his job as the Truth to do what was asked of him. It was just unfortunate that the boy had to witness it. Just then, an envelope came falling onto the boy’s hands. He was surprised again and held it. The man quickly reached out a hand as if telling the boy to give it to him. “Now here’s something to redeem myself with,” the man said with a smile as the boy gave the letter to him. “Who’s it from?” “I think the right question should have been ‘who is it’ since like that sword earlier...” the man opened the enveloped and a letter slipped out and turned into another white humanoid shape with a black crayon outlining it, “This is another visitor.” This time, it was in a shape of a woman with curly hair, as it seemed, wearing a long dress. The boy wasn’t sure about what the man was talking about redeeming, but he somehow noticed that the man was now smiling, having a gentle expression on his face as he looked at the humanoid. “Oh, good heavens! It arrived! It arrived! No, calm down. Calm down.” the woman said with a shaking voice. “This is a letter from Asian Heart Hospital to Mrs. Reyes,” the man uttered. “Oh, please let it be good news! Lord, let it be!” “This is to inform Mrs. Reyes that the result for the HIV/AIDS test on Judith Reyes is negative. A follow-up consultation next week with Dr. Diaz is advised.” “Oh, thank heavens! My daughter is all right! My daughter is all right!” And with that, the humanoid wobbled and shrunk as it turned into a letter that quickly returned to the envelope before it popped into smoke. “Oh dear, she was just too excited to read the rest of the letter, I suppose.” And the man turned back to the boy, a little happy that the current guest was somehow smiling again. “That was good news right?” the boy asked. “Indeed. Now, her daughter is safe from having contracted AIDS. It’s a terrifying disease; so make sure to take care as well when you go back. Now, do you see? Not all truths are bad to know. That woman was a bit fearful to know what the result was but as soon as she gathered the courage to learn about it, everything went well. Of course, if things didn’t go as smoothly as they had, it would have been a different story all together.” “So, should I be scared of the truth?” the boy asked. “It depends. Are you hiding something?” “No.” “Good for you,” the man said as he was now holding on to a newspaper and flapping it open, “But bad for this guy.” The boy looked at the front-page news and saw a man’s portrait. He couldn’t see well what was written so he had to lean closer. But as soon as he did, the portrait wobbled and turned into a small white humanoid before jumping out of the newspaper. It startled the boy and sent him sitting back to the chair, pushing against the back. The man merely peeked out from burying his face with the newspaper and watched as the humanoid fall into his cup. Immediately, his face gave an angry expression as he threw the newspaper aside while watching the humanoid jump out from the cup and stand on the table. Being only as tall as the teapot, it echoed with the humanoid’s confidence. “Well now, Mr. Rofth. It looks like your sex scandal has been exposed by the media,” the man started talking, looming over the humanoid, which now fell back on its butt and crawling towards the teapot, “It’s no use hiding anymore. No matter how much you deny it, the truth will resurface. Man up and face your fate! The Supreme Court has ordered for your disbarment and sentenced you to forty years of imprisonment without the possibility of parole.” “No! You can’t do this to me!” the humanoid retorted, though its minute voice made his threat rather unbelievable. “The court has decided. The people have given their judgment. You cannot run away anymore.” “Look, I’ll pay you! How much will it cost? Just turn everything around. Blame my secretary!” “I’m sorry but you’re addressing a strong-willed investigator here. Oh, and that’s been recorded in my player as well.” “No!!!” And the humanoid started melting beside the teapot until it turned into a splash of white ink. “You’re an investigator?” the boy asked, raising his eyes from the white ink and on to the man. “Oh, he was talking to one in real life. I just love acting the part while relaying the Truth,” the man said with a sheepish smile as he took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the ink, before throwing it behind him. He then emptied his cup to the side before pouring another serving of tea as he continued, “See? Now, if only you would lead a decent and honest life, truth would not come hound you like that man. After all, even if you think all your secrets are safe, there will always be a time when you will be caught off-guard and judged by it.” “Now, I’m scared. I didn’t tell my little brother I ate the cake that was supposed to be his.” “Oh, then I suppose you should open up soon. He might not be as considerate as you and end up hating you for something so trivial.” “But it’s just a cake.” “And you broke his trust because you never said anything about it.” “Still, it’s just a cake, but I guess I should- Ow!” The man looked over as the little boy moved to his side while looking down on the chair. Right where he was sitting earlier, a book had suddenly grown from the seat and ended up hitting him from the side. “You know, the only amusing from this life is guessing on who and how the next visitor arrives. The book please,” the man said, reaching out his hand already for the boy to place the book. However, as soon as the boy took hold of the book, it opened and the pages began flipping through until it stopped in the middle. There, the letters of the pages began moving towards the center until a comic book was form, with panels all over the pages. “Oh my, it’s the troublesome kid again,” the man said with a sigh as the book floated out from the boy’s hand and began floating in between the two. As the boy looked over at the panels, he saw a female student texting on her cellphone while in class. As the teacher arrived in the room, she quickly hides her cellphone and pretends to be reading on her notes. Well, the notes on her notebook were nothing more than doodles and useless writings. The teacher was handing out the corrected exam papers and some of the students were already comparing their scores. Finally, the teacher reached her and handed out the paper with a look of disappointment. “What?” the girl student asked as she took the paper and looked into it. “Capital F, my dear. In bold red ink,” the man said as he emptied his cup of tea. “No! This is a joke right?” the girl asked as she looked to the teacher. “There is no mistake. You haven’t been studying, have you?” “But my father is expecting me to top this subject.” “Then, you should have taken school seriously.” “No! Change this now!” “That’s not possible, my dear. If you claim you’ve worked for it, then that’s the result of your said work. Just accept it for now and redeem yourself on the next exam.” And the girl growled as she exited the classroom. The book flipped back its pages and closed before popping into smoke and disappearing. Then, the boy looked back to find the man refilling his cup again. “So, you can never change the truth no matter how hard you try? Couldn’t the teacher have been a bit helpful?” the boy asked. “That was practically the seventh time she didn’t study for her exam. If you’re expecting for that one truth that you crave for, then you should work hard for it. Don’t expect it to suddenly appear before you like magic. It wouldn’t be fair like that, would it?” the man explained and the boy nodded. “In any case, have you remembered anything yet?” “Nope. I don’t think this tea is helping either,” the boy replied as he settled the cup back to the saucer. “Oh dear. Then, we should switch to some hot chocolate.” And the man tossed the cups away where they merely disappeared in mid-air. He snapped his fingers again, and mugs fell on the table, both of them having that funny design of an animal – the boy’s mug being a polar bear and the man had a cat design. Without noticing it, the boy was surprised when the man reached for the teapot and it had already changed into a large thermos. As the man was now pouring hot chocolate into their mugs, the boy suddenly heard something. “Oscar.” “Yes?” the boy replied. The man froze while pouring the drink as he looked at the boy, a bit confused. He then ignored it with a shrug and returned to minding the drink, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally spill anything. “Please, don’t go. Oscar.” “What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere,” the boy replied again. “What are you on about, boy?” the man finally spoke as he started sprinkling marshmallows into the hot chocolate drinks from a floating marshmallow container that appeared out of thin air. “But you were talking to me.” “No, I wasn’t.” “But-“ “I never lie, remember,” the man reiterated as he threw the spoon back into the marshmallow container and it vanished. “Then, I’m beginning to hear things?” the boy raised his hands over to his ears in worry. “Hearing things? Here? Nonsense. Oh, wait! Is it a visitor?” The boy fell deep into his thoughts, his brows furrowing as he wanted to know if he had indeed heard it. He knew it was his name and someone was addressing him. He wanted to concentrate on it, wanting to hear more of it. But as much as he willed for it, he didn’t hear anything else. Meanwhile, the man was now looking around, shaking his head from side to side like some paranoid escaped criminal on the look out. He did mention that one of the amusing things of his line of job was on guessing how his visitors would arrive, but they never had a pattern to follow and affecting his guest was something he didn’t like. It made him look like a bad host if his guest was being disturbed and he didn’t like that idea one bit. Just then, a pair of glasses fell right on his nose and in place. It surprised both him and the boy, the latter being brought back from his deep thinking. “Oh! There you are, you-“ But the man was cut off from his speech for as soon as he touched the rim of the glasses, light shot out from the lens. Surprised again, the man shook his head, making the light dance around. The boy quickly ducked his head to avoid the light, a bit afraid as his imagination made him believe it was laser for the time being. But soon enough, he realized that it was like a flashlight and the light didn’t hurt at all. He even ended up reaching a hand out towards the light. However, the man quickly took off the glasses and placed it on the table with the lens looking out. That made the light that flashed from it to be projected towards the thick clouds that kept on circling the outside area of that space, making it look like a film reel was ready to start the movie. And just as expected something appeared on along the light that hit the clouds – it was a shadow. It seemed like a man in his late years as he seemed to be bald on top of his head, while still having some outlines of hair at the sides. Well, it wasn’t that clear from just looking at a shadow but what was clear was the man’s determination. He was sitting on a chair and in front of a desk that was clattered with piles of books all around him. At that age and yet still studying. “Alas! My dear professor! At lost last! You have finally arrived to the answer you have been looking for,” the man said with an extravagant voice before drinking his hot choco. “I did it! Now, my research is complete!” the shadow exclaimed, waving his hands in happiness. “That’s right. Everything is now clear. Your hypothesis can be proven with the following facts. Putting your theoretical framework to use, everything will have its place and all the questions will be answered.” “But what if this isn’t enough?” “Do you doubt your years of hard work? “ “Why, of course not! I know this is it, but-“ “Then, have confidence in yourself. You deserve it.” “Yes, I should have confidence. I will now begin with transcribing this.” And like a movie, the reel slowly stops until the shadow of the film seemingly gets cut. The boy looked back to the glasses and saw that the man was now playing with them in his hands before they broke. “Hey, it wasn’t finished yet,” the boy said in worry. “No. It was done. He found his answer and is now diligently working on his research.” “Wait, how did you talk to him? You couldn’t possibly have been those books. You encouraged him, after all.” “Oh, I was playing as his conscience,” the man replied, finally setting the glasses aside, “You see, sometimes, no matter how hard humans search for the truth, they keep forgetting that they already know it. They just keep on subconsciously hiding it from their selves and end up making various excuses to make more searches. Sometimes, as a human, all you need to do is just to sit down, relax, clear your mind, and search for the answer within.” “But you said he had been searching for so long.” “Exactly! He has enough knowledge, but he lacked the confidence. It’s about time to slap him in the face and make him face the truth that he is ready to finish his research.” “I see,” the boy nodded as he drank on his polar bear design mug. “Oscar, please, baby, don’t go.” There was that voice again and the boy looked around, trying to find who it was that was calling him. He didn’t bother to get the man’s attention, as he seemed to be busy adding more marshmallows into his cup. So the boy drunk until the mug was empty before he settled it down again. He just about to say something when suddenly, the man screamed and pulled something out from his mouth. It was a ring and the man placed it on the table as he conjured a toothbrush to appear out from thin air and started brushing his teeth, before gargling. The boy was more interested at the ring, so he reached out for it. It was made of silver and it had a sleek smooth surface with a humble design. The more he looked into, he realized that there was something engraved on the inside. He brought the ring closer to his eye as he tried to read out the engravings. “Nicolas and Alex,” the boy read out aloud and the ring flew out from his hand. The ring hovered right before the man, shaking intensely in the air before it slowly started to calm down. The man had regained his composure and had that serious expression back on his face as he looked at the ring with full attention. The boy knew it was a visitor and intently looked on how things would next unfold. “What if she loves him?” a male’s voice echoed from the ring. “I can tell you right now, if that’s really what you want to know,” the man replied, and for the first time, the boy realized that he was giving an option. “No, wait! Do you really think I should go ahead with this?” “Look, you love her and I can attest to that as your best friend.” “But what if marrying her is a mistake? I don’t want to be a mistake to her.” “Do you want me to beat some sense into that thick heads of yours? Look, you’ve loved her since high school. You never rushed her nor forced her. And she accepted you when you proposed. She loves you, man! Believe it.” “Are you certain?” “Don’t you believe in your future wife’s words?” “I do, but you know her more than I do and he returned to the country just to see us getting married. I think there’s something-“ “Fine, then I’ll tell you right here that-“ “No!” the ring came flying and hit the man at the mouth before hovering again in front of him, “No, you’re right. I shouldn’t be a greedy jerk to want to know about everything about her. This is almost like I’m being suspicious with my future wife.” “It’s not almost… it IS being suspicious.” “You’re right. I should believe in her, and I do. Thanks for not telling me anything.” And with that, the ring started spinning as it began to fly upwards, leaving a trail of silver dust in the air. The man had to tap away some of it that fell on his hat, complaining about how stupid and flashy some of his visitors’ exits would always end up messing with his articles. “Hey, you just gave him a choice without telling the truth,” the boy quickly spoke as if he had caught on something peculiar. “Well, I was ready to tell the truth any time but since I was acting in the person of his best friend, it was the best friend who decided on what to do with the truth that I know.” “Then, was he right for not wanting to know about the truth?” “Hmm… I wonder,” the man teased and the boy frowned and started complaining about him not doing his job and answering him sincerely, “Well, that’s not the real reason why you’re here, right? It’s not the truth that you’re actually seeking for. But to make you stop glaring at me already, I supposed I should tell you. There are times when human would want to know the truth so badly, but at the very last minute, they stop themselves. This is because they shy away from the truth and look on to faith. Humans can’t survive on truth alone, otherwise they’d end up being sad and miserable creatures. You also need to have faith, especially on those that you really care for.” “Those I care for?” “Oscar, no! Please open your eyes!” The voice came louder this time. “Mommy!” the boy suddenly jerked and jumped down from the chair. At that, the man, glanced to the side from where he was sitting, observing the boy as he was now standing while looking out to the clouds. The man followed his line of sight and saw that there was a door forming along the clouds and smirked. “So, did you finally remember what you came to ask?” the man asked, one hand holding his marshmallow container. “I can hear mommy.” “Yes, yes, but have you finally come to ask something?” The boy looked back to the man and saw him already helping himself to some marshmallows. But despite that, he still saw him in a dignified way, after all that has happened, the boy could tell that the man was rather knowledgeable. Well, he was, indeed, the truth. “Mommy was leaving me and my brother just like dad when she walked out door. She was, wasn’t she? So I ran after her because I knew that if she was just going to the supermarket, she wasn’t leaving. But if she had called a taxi, then she was. So I ran and…” “Does your head hurt?” the man asked, giving him a concerned look. “Owww!” the boy suddenly knelt as he held his head and was starting to cry. “Oh, dear me,” the man got down from his chair and knelt next to the boy. He held out his hand and an ice pack appeared and he held it on top of the boy’s head, “Do you want to remember?” “The taxi… came, didn’t it?” “Yes, and you were rather courageous and stupid for thinking you could stop it from leaving by standing in the way.” At that, the boy looked at the man and cried harder. The man, feeling a bit guilty tried to cheer him up, patting him on the back and allowing the boy when he had reached out to embrace him. “I told you, the truth could be cruel at times. However, you’re hearing your mother right now.” For a moment, the boy became silent and slowly lifted his head to find the man giving a gentle smile. “She couldn’t have left you and still be calling out to you, you know.” And hearing those words, the boy felt like crying again, but the man pinched him in the cheek to stop him, “Now, now! Stop being such a kid… even if you’re a kid.” He helped the boy up as soon as the boy had somehow settled down. The man looked back at the clouds and saw that the door had finished forming and knew that it was about time the boy had to make his choice – to go back or to wander around with him. Either way seemed fine. If he decided to return, he gets to be with his family again and happy, and a bit wiser on his decisions. If he decides to stay, the man wouldn’t find his life as the Truth as boring like before with a guest to amuse him. But of course, as the Truth, he knew well what the boy really wanted. “Well? Will you say it or do you want me to say it out loud for you?” the man complained. “No, I will. I know what I want to do,” the boy replied as he stepped away from the man and started walking towards the door. But he stopped and then looked back to the man as if he was waiting for something. Then, it occurred to him that he wasn’t waiting; he wanted to say something – a phrase that he never said much, “Thank you.” “Huh? What? Did you say something?” the man placed a hand to his ear and animatedly teased the boy that he couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. “I said thank you!” the boy shouted and the man laughed briefly before waving back to the boy, “Will I see you again?” “Well, as human, you’ll be searching for a lot of truths as you grow older. I’ll probably pop here and there along the way.” “I see, then, until we meet again, Mr. Truth.” “Seriously, why ‘mister’?” the man replied with a smirk as soon as the boy neared the door, only to pause to look back at him. At that, he snapped his fingers and he turned into a woman in some flashy black dress, “The truth has no preference. It’s not biased in anyway. Our choices make up our truths, and in turn become relevant to the truth of others. But knowing the truth is only half of the work. It’s what you do with it that really makes an impact. Remember that, Oscar.” And the door along the wall of clouds disappeared as soon as the boy left. The woman fell sideways and was caught by a divan, making her bounce. The marshmallow container appeared next to her again as she seemed to be pouting at losing her amusing guest. “Oh well, at least he’s now reunited with his family,” she said with a sigh before smiling deviously and looks at me, “Well, my dear reader, what about you? What would you like to ask from me? Oh, and before asking, make sure you know what you’d be doing with it as soon as you learn of it.” Raising the container, “Marshmallow or tea?” The End |
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| Newb23 | Nov 25 2011, 04:51 AM Post #6 |
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I love the second story Sin. It really makes me think about how any one little truth can have a large impact in a person's life and how what you decide to do with it can alter your life in large ways. I was really drawn into the story and I must say I do love how The Truth broke the fourth wall at the end. I'm sure your professors are gonna find it really compelling. |
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| Mervix | Nov 25 2011, 05:19 AM Post #7 |
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I love it, Sin ^^ It had a magnetic pull to it as well as that message to it. Two thumbs up. The beginning quote really set the mood for me. But then again, I'm always a sucker for personified characters i.e. Truth personified ^^ Edited by Mervix, Nov 25 2011, 05:27 AM.
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| Luna Kage | Nov 25 2011, 05:54 AM Post #8 |
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I like it alot Sin! Don't know how you managed to make the tree life so interesting but you did. |
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| Studley13 | Nov 25 2011, 08:18 AM Post #9 |
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That was indeed a wonderful tale that I surely enjoyed reading and I was very intrigued with the ending and, to me at least, it seemed a fairly original idea that was most impressive. |
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| 栄 Gale | Nov 25 2011, 08:20 AM Post #10 |
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The second story really draws you in, and it's also very interesting to read. The view on truth as an actual entity works very well in this story, and I also love how it's as if the reader was actually in that room at the end, with Truth breaking the fourth wall. |
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