The death wish
Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in short story | Posted on Saturday, April 12, 2008
As you may have noticed my dearest stranger, the daily continuum was broken this sun, thus giving us two letters in one day, and so we shall make of this a special occasion.
We me, and Mrs. Kite, will show you a world in three scenes, first scene by me, second scene Mrs. Kite, and third, shall flow form the previous ones.
And so it starts.
It was the hottest day of winter, and the willow was really tired, he had had to listen to everyone's problems in the jungle, and advice them. But the problem really wasn't telling the penguin to stay away from the gorilla, or the dwarf to get a job, or tell the walrus to take easy the partying. The real problem is that he was exhaust, all those years had finally kicked in, a red oak had once told him that trees could live up the same forever, but boy was he wrong.
So the job wasn't really the hard part, as a matter of a fact he looked forward to advice all the people in the jungle, but then what as it? Was it because he was alone? " Never" he said himself always, "I am the less lonely person in the world, people always come to me, and I have made fantastic friends in these couple thousand years". And it was true, the willow was surrounded by caring people, who were nice to him.
"I guess you have grown to old and you need retirement" said one day the red color
"Well, i don't believe so, us trees, we age but our life extends as long as time itself, it is not the oldness" said the concerned willow
"The it most be that you need someone to advice you in your daily life, you always are helping this people, for once you should be the one talking" suggested the red color
"I guess, but I'm telling you now, and i still feel this, I'm tired, I just don't want to go any further" said a hopeless willow.
Soon the whole jungle knew he was down, and all joined and tried to help him, it was beautiful, the clouds came down and danced with the rain, the lions befriended the winds and roared happily together. Even the snakes got along with the fires, it was magical. But still the old willow had that feeling, like running ice knives through his every branch, making him weak, and sick. Not all the love of the flying ferrets could make him happy, nor the jokes of the two headed trawlt. He just couldn't feel it.
Everyone was worried about the willow, and soon the advising visits became surprise fests to make him better. But nothing they did seemed to get to him, and this worried everyone, because the willow was a really important member in that society. But he was just not himself anymore.
One of those moons where in the skies all you could see was a single star ,a white raven came to the willow.
"I know what you seek" said in a screetching tone.
"What? Who's there?" asked the awaken three
"I know what you seek, and I came to give it to you" repeated the raven.
"Who are you?" asked the confused willow
"I am he who has what you seek" said the raven.
"And what is that that i seek?" asked the curious willow
"That is death" said in a low tone.
"What?" he asked, even though it was the clearest thing he had ever heard.
First Part
By I'm the Penguin.
[Yes, there must be three parts]
We me, and Mrs. Kite, will show you a world in three scenes, first scene by me, second scene Mrs. Kite, and third, shall flow form the previous ones.
And so it starts.
It was the hottest day of winter, and the willow was really tired, he had had to listen to everyone's problems in the jungle, and advice them. But the problem really wasn't telling the penguin to stay away from the gorilla, or the dwarf to get a job, or tell the walrus to take easy the partying. The real problem is that he was exhaust, all those years had finally kicked in, a red oak had once told him that trees could live up the same forever, but boy was he wrong.
So the job wasn't really the hard part, as a matter of a fact he looked forward to advice all the people in the jungle, but then what as it? Was it because he was alone? " Never" he said himself always, "I am the less lonely person in the world, people always come to me, and I have made fantastic friends in these couple thousand years". And it was true, the willow was surrounded by caring people, who were nice to him.
"I guess you have grown to old and you need retirement" said one day the red color
"Well, i don't believe so, us trees, we age but our life extends as long as time itself, it is not the oldness" said the concerned willow
"The it most be that you need someone to advice you in your daily life, you always are helping this people, for once you should be the one talking" suggested the red color
"I guess, but I'm telling you now, and i still feel this, I'm tired, I just don't want to go any further" said a hopeless willow.
Soon the whole jungle knew he was down, and all joined and tried to help him, it was beautiful, the clouds came down and danced with the rain, the lions befriended the winds and roared happily together. Even the snakes got along with the fires, it was magical. But still the old willow had that feeling, like running ice knives through his every branch, making him weak, and sick. Not all the love of the flying ferrets could make him happy, nor the jokes of the two headed trawlt. He just couldn't feel it.
Everyone was worried about the willow, and soon the advising visits became surprise fests to make him better. But nothing they did seemed to get to him, and this worried everyone, because the willow was a really important member in that society. But he was just not himself anymore.
One of those moons where in the skies all you could see was a single star ,a white raven came to the willow.
"I know what you seek" said in a screetching tone.
"What? Who's there?" asked the awaken three
"I know what you seek, and I came to give it to you" repeated the raven.
"Who are you?" asked the confused willow
"I am he who has what you seek" said the raven.
"And what is that that i seek?" asked the curious willow
"That is death" said in a low tone.
"What?" he asked, even though it was the clearest thing he had ever heard.
First Part
By I'm the Penguin.
[Yes, there must be three parts]
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