Just add sand.
Part II
Jim fell in a soft, moist surface. He was covered in mud, and it all was dark. It took him a second of two to adapt to the poor light. He got up and knew (although he did not know why he knew) that he was next to a railroad, west of Manchester, and that it was April the 2th, 1878.
He walked into a nearby farm. He knew it was 10:37pm, quite late by 1878 west Manchester farmer standards to pay a visit, and yet he had little choice on it. He knocked the door. Silence. Then, crumbling of wood and a lock turning. Like remembering the procedure, the unlocking stopped halfway through, and a deep, thick voice asked: ‘Who is it’.
-Its Jim –said he-- .
-Jim... very well.
The door flunged open and a tall, thin man in a silvery overall appeared in Jim’s sight. A small but vigorous fired roared with a rather odd, deep green flame in a fire place. The man asked Jim to take a sit. Then, an angel like naked girl illuminated the place with her presence; she came out of the kitchen wearing nothing but her snow white skin, blonde hair falling on her gentle shoulders, while giving her round face a beautiful frame; her eyes were green-the exact same tone of the fire. She carried a wooden tray, and from it she took two cups of tea and placed them in the table. Silent, expressionless, she went back into the kitchen, and was not seen again.
Stroke by such a display, Jim felt his head turning and was dizzy. The sheer desire and love that creature inspired was overwhelming, and for a while he could not think of anything but the grace of her every move, the elegance of her walking, the mysterious look in her eyes.
Jim fell in a soft, moist surface. He was covered in mud, and it all was dark. It took him a second of two to adapt to the poor light. He got up and knew (although he did not know why he knew) that he was next to a railroad, west of Manchester, and that it was April the 2th, 1878.
He walked into a nearby farm. He knew it was 10:37pm, quite late by 1878 west Manchester farmer standards to pay a visit, and yet he had little choice on it. He knocked the door. Silence. Then, crumbling of wood and a lock turning. Like remembering the procedure, the unlocking stopped halfway through, and a deep, thick voice asked: ‘Who is it’.
-Its Jim –said he-- .
-Jim... very well.
The door flunged open and a tall, thin man in a silvery overall appeared in Jim’s sight. A small but vigorous fired roared with a rather odd, deep green flame in a fire place. The man asked Jim to take a sit. Then, an angel like naked girl illuminated the place with her presence; she came out of the kitchen wearing nothing but her snow white skin, blonde hair falling on her gentle shoulders, while giving her round face a beautiful frame; her eyes were green-the exact same tone of the fire. She carried a wooden tray, and from it she took two cups of tea and placed them in the table. Silent, expressionless, she went back into the kitchen, and was not seen again.
Stroke by such a display, Jim felt his head turning and was dizzy. The sheer desire and love that creature inspired was overwhelming, and for a while he could not think of anything but the grace of her every move, the elegance of her walking, the mysterious look in her eyes.
-Do not love that creature- suddenly the man in the silvery overall said.
-Forgive me. Surely, she is you companion and I offend with my thoughts.
-No truth in your words. She is only a manifestation of the green fire burning in my stove; she appears when I start a fire and disappears when the fire is out. It is just a shadow, casted by an arcane and unnatural fire. An unlucky consequence of my alchemy.
-That cannot be... how can such a fair creature come from vile alchemy?
-There are many things in this world that we are not meant to understand. You jumped out the window, didn’t you?
-I did.
-Very well. Then, mankind is completed. Every human must jump out that window, and you were the last one. Every body you have ever met was pretending. With you, every single human being is illuminated. Now we can move forward. Now, mankind can at long last be god. Individuality is no longer necessary, and we can all fuse into a single super consciousness. Instrumentality. Communion.
-Forgive me. Surely, she is you companion and I offend with my thoughts.
-No truth in your words. She is only a manifestation of the green fire burning in my stove; she appears when I start a fire and disappears when the fire is out. It is just a shadow, casted by an arcane and unnatural fire. An unlucky consequence of my alchemy.
-That cannot be... how can such a fair creature come from vile alchemy?
-There are many things in this world that we are not meant to understand. You jumped out the window, didn’t you?
-I did.
-Very well. Then, mankind is completed. Every human must jump out that window, and you were the last one. Every body you have ever met was pretending. With you, every single human being is illuminated. Now we can move forward. Now, mankind can at long last be god. Individuality is no longer necessary, and we can all fuse into a single super consciousness. Instrumentality. Communion.
Then Jim saw the green eyed girl standing by the kitchen door, and saw sadness in her sight. A sight that said ‘I still want to exist. I still want to be me’. So, Jim said:
-No. I still want to exist. I still want to be me.
He rushed to the kitchen, held the girl’s hand and ran away, into the night.
-No. I still want to exist. I still want to be me.
He rushed to the kitchen, held the girl’s hand and ran away, into the night.
End of Part II.
posted by Antua @ 10:52 PM
2 comments
2 Comments:
What shall i say... i like it... the story is as weird as you are.
And i hope Jim escapes and can live his life as individual... the plan of a single super consciousness is scary...
PS: Why do angels always have blonde hair?
Angels have no hair, less even blonde hair, for they are humongous quasi-robotic hairless destroyers of the world, or at least as far as I have seen. Jaja es un buen comienzo para esa historia bro.
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