...Then, It All Went Dark! - Short Story
There will be no heading to this peace of writing. There is no title. Nothing.. We are just going to go with the flow.
Somewhere in this vast universe. There it was. A small town, with pleasant people living in harmony. Their day to day was simple. Some were taking care of plants, others were shepherds. They were living each day, making a living for them and their families, dreaming of one day were the sun shines bright and their changes to the better.
A dark night came. It was windy with a heavy rain outside. They all went back to their homes. Praying for this night to get over.
The night ended with the brightest sky. They went out to celebrate. But, they were surprised that something went wrong at that night. Some of their plants went down and some of their cattle went missing.
It was unfortunate for that small town, that it wasn't the only dark night. They lived to experience similar events at other nights.
Until one day, an old man came to visit the town. They welcomed him, they prepared for him a nice dinner and asked him to stay. He noticed their fear of losing their crops and cattle. He asked them to gather wood and other materials. He wanted to reciprocate their generosity, and he made them a candle house in the middle of their town.
No more dark nights - he said. Those were his last words before leaving them to continue his own venture.
Few months pass by, that candle house held steady against wind, and shone so bright to every house. They had few dark nights. But, they were lucky to have light, to know what's going on outside and they were able to go out to help protect their valuables whenever an adversity comes along.
The towns nearby knew of their success. They tried to create something similar and failed. They were envying their success. Until one day, some of their neighbors came a long to take some of the candles inside. He opened the door and the wind came inside and all candles were turned off. Then it all went dark again!
@steemcurator04 I know it's been long since I wrote something in here. But, I finally did. So, here is a post that is not an Actifit report. LOL
@wakeupkitty Heeeeey!! I'm not sure if the story contest is over or not.. But, if it isn't. Count me in!
aaah.. I am here.. don't worry you can always join. I could ask Where have you been but I read your comments. Busy? Two more days left and it's time for something else. Don't worry I am still around. A great weekend to you.
Well, you are right. I have been busy. I think I said that more than once in my Actifit reports. I was busy with work that I did not find enough time to write some posts here and there. I usually write 1 post a week. But, I think I was off for two weeks or so..
It surprises me more that Activit still posts here. I thought that was over since years.
That was over. But, people are still posting their Actifit reports. You never know though, in future we might have something similar in here. Or, we might even get something better!
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I do see a title.. but okay let's go with the flow and see where the story ends..
I don't think it ever happened anyone welcomed me wherever I went let alone invited me for dinner. I wonder where that great place is or do I have to grow old before someone will welcome me?
Somehow the candle house (I know it doesn't make sense) reminds me of "the house of wax"although these two houses have nothing in common except candles could be made.
The people of the village, I wonder why they don't fight back or protect what is theirs. Are they waiting for the next elderly to spell it out and lit a candle or something else to brighten up the place?
LOL.. that was funny!
That place is imaginary. You know, sometimes you have some ideas from within. But, it is best that you express them in a story or just write an example that everyone can relate to. This is what happens here. The story is about envy and jealousy.
You can read the story as something that is within ones own mind. I think it would make more sense that way.
Protecting what's theirs? I may have not emphasized on the fact that they weren't expecting that danger... Maybe, in my next writing.. =P
You know what it is if you write something? You can write with a certain idea, try to express or explain but in the end, it's up to the reader what it is about and if s/he reads it at all. Don't ask how many times I am surprised by what people say I wrote...
True. That is the beauty of reading. If we all had the same understanding of a text then, there is no need for us to discuss it anymore. However, everyone will have a different interpretation to what you wrote and that will make a conversation!
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Hi @ronnie10
What a beautiful story that came from the flow of the current. Congratulations.
I felt quite identified when you bring the old man to the village. In my family history, those kinds of appearances of "entities" that provided help to my grandparents and parents in their childhood.
And of course, in the end we humans always appear with envy before approach, and the search for cooperation.
A very well-woven story with touches of universality.
Thank you.🙏
I share with you a post that touches a little on those beliefs of my ancestors and therefore mine.
Son of the moon
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Appreciate the praise =D.
I was testing how difficult it would be to write something that is metophorical or it uses imaginary context to describe reality. It's challenging. I think, it is a lot easier for the reader and writer to be direct.
About your story, I am not familiar with Spanish songs. I don't know that many. I think I use to listen to a song and I think it was originally made in Spain. But, not sure. It's called "We No Speak Americano". That was kids song I guess. LOL
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