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22 February 2014 @ 07:53 pm
Original Fiction: "The Journey"  
Title: The Journey
Fandom: Original Fiction
Author: HalfshellVenus
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For writerverse, and the prompt of "Wind."


A breeze comes along and lifts me away, up, up and aloft. Will I fall?

The grassy earth flows beneath me, flowered fields, a river of purest blue. I sink down onto the water, and drift gently with the stream. There are turtles hiding in the reeds, and fish slip between the rocks down below. They do not notice me.

It is a beautiful day, so bright and sunny. I could laze here forever, floating along, but I know there are things I should be doing. I try to lean up, but can't quite make it out of the water.Oh, what a struggle! I lean and shift, again and again, until the stream finally pushes me up against some rocks, and I can pull myself up and out.

I hope no one saw that...

I hardly have time to dry off a little and catch my breath before I get picked up and whisked away again. I move beyond fences and past herds of cattle, coming to rest next to a bright clump of flowers. They wave gently, their petals ruffling. It's peaceful here, soft and beautiful, and yet I wonder how I'm ever going to get home.

Before long, a bird hops over to me and stabs me with its beak. It hurts more than you'd think! What was that for? The bird flies off, like nothing ever happened, while I sit there and think about how strange all of this seems.

I stay there all day. I can't seem to leave, and for better or worse, the wind has lost its magic.

The night is longer and colder than I remember.

I feel so tired the next day, so stiff and creaky. The flowers around me seem less bright, and I can't muster the energy to move at all. The air is so dry and still, it just drains the life right out of me. A little rest, I think, and I'm certain I'll feel healed.

When I wake again, it is dark.

I feel no better, and the moon is absent. I couldn't see to find my way home if I had the strength. The journey must have been rougher than I thought—my spine aches, and the pain has me so twisted up I can't straighten myself out. Why did this all happen?

Curled up on the ground, I try to get comfortable. The cold seeps into me, and yet somehow, I sleep. Soon, the sun is overhead.

I hear a strange sound, nothing like any sort of bird or animal I'm familiar with. What is it?

It comes closer—closer, and then it has ahold of me, tumbling me end over end until I'm bruised and dizzy! It's very crowded here, all edges and elbows, and quite hard to breathe. Some room, please—I don't even know you!

Finally, the spinning stops. There we are, a group of filthy strangers all heaped together, each more confused than the next.

Then I feel it. Heat—such terrible heat, worse than the harshest summer sun! Everything crackles and sighs, the pain so horrible it burns right through me.

The end is a savage, orange oblivion.

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ruby_jellyruby_jelly on February 23rd, 2014 07:59 am (UTC)
Thankyou for sharing, :
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 23rd, 2014 08:08 am (UTC)
Was the narrator's "identity" clear at the end? I'd hoped it would be, but didn't want to give it away too soon!
ruby_jelly: trees_autumn09ruby_jelly on February 23rd, 2014 09:41 am (UTC)
To be honest, I kept arguing with myself; initially no idea, expecting a light-weight seed,dandelion maybe. Then it was stabbed, hmmm..., then prone, crippled. Awaiting germination? Then tumbled together. Corn (or similar) being harvested? The heat of fired triggered thoughts of eucalyptus seeds, as they require the severe heat of fire to germinate. I was totally engaged, but not confident I identified the narrator at all. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 23rd, 2014 06:29 pm (UTC)
Close, very close! This was intended to be a leaf, portable enough b the wind (when it isn't wet), and then raked and bonfired at the end. :O
cindytsuki_no_bara on February 23rd, 2014 05:00 pm (UTC)
this is actually kind of depressing! kind of a leaves fall, everything burns kind of story. i like that it's subtle about who (or what, i guess) the narrator is.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on February 23rd, 2014 06:32 pm (UTC)
Leaves DO fall, and may get burned up late in autumn. That's what happened to this poor thing.

It has no way of knowing that its life is cycling, that hanging on the tree forever isn't how things end. It will detach, late in life, and fall or get whisked away. Once you leave the tree, death has already begun, but the process would all be new to the leaf itself. Just also... terminal. :O
ruby_jellyruby_jelly on February 23rd, 2014 09:32 pm (UTC)
Puts me in mind of a Monty Python animated sketch of autumn from many years ago: one leaf falls, a small voice says, "Daddy". Followed a sigh, and all the leaves fall as if in cue. Visually it was funny, maybe looses a little in the repeating, aye? :o