Puppets

In a world soo much like our own, but strangely different, there exist theaters, where puppets play out magnificent plays. Plays of black passion, of white pride, the countless eyes that laid upon each puppet show, holds no limits to inspire the human mind to its thoughts. But these are no normal puppets, these puppet are made in mimicry of human reflections and what is strangely different from that and our world, is that when a puppet reaches the stage of its theater, magic brings these puppets to life, to play roles that no human can play to perfection. Each puppet is given by the hand of magic, a role to match its appearance, some made to frighten with terrible anger or horror, others given to inspire with love and care, and others given to mimic just a normal person in a normal day. And it is here where a short but perhaps tear reaching story comes to life, about a puppet that once loved another without magic...

 

 

Once in this world, there existed a masterpiece of a puppet, carved from the finest skill of one of the most talented craftsmen, this puppet was a girl, and her was given the name of Viola.

 

Her hair was weave from the most beautiful velvet black of hairs, soo fine till silk could not match it, long and straight till it could cover half her back, it was dazzling. Her face was smooth and as beautiful till it was dared to be said, it rivaled angels from the heavens, sharp yet soothing to gaze at, perfection was the only word that could describe her beauty. Her body was frail but graceful, it was because of her frail body that she was flawless,it was as if looking at something precious, that any man would want to protect. Her skin was as fair as moonlight, glowing in ambience and shined to every eye that laid upon her. Her eyes was a fierce ocean's blue, deep and enchanting, a symbol of her existence. Her voice given by magic, was captivating like a siren upon the waves. Soo sweet was it, that just hearing it would make a mind lose itself to imagination.

 

 

Magic in this world, works not by the will of humans, but rather by the flow of fate. Each puppet gets its character based on how it was crafted, and by fate hands, Viola was gifted with perhaps the most powerful emotion of any world, Love.

 

 

Her persona was of Love, and it was blessed into her. From there, every time and only during the time when the curtains of the theater open, she could develop into characters to play roles of inhuman passion. It is in this world, that a puppet develops emotions over the course of how many plays it performs, the more plays the puppet performs, the more developed its emotions would be, and no strings could teach it how to develop its emotions, that is only for the puppet to feel and discover.

 

 

Viola being blessed with the persona of Love, took it to one of its most ultimate form. Of caring warmth and unconditional love. She developed it beyond the conventional ideals of love. Each play that she performed touched the hearts of all her audience, she held no jealousy between lovers, but turned jealousy into the touch of love. She held no hate, but touched hatred with her hands of care and passion.

 

 

With each passing play, she became more of an angel than the mere human mimic she was meant to play as. Gentle and patience, she could make the most cruel of beast and wild men, succumb to obedience. Composed and understanding, even murderers and beggars turned from their ways and believed in anew. Kind and loving, no wound upon the heart could not be nursed and no scar upon it could not fade. She was Viola, and she was a puppet.

 

 

Perhaps maybe the only cruel thing in this world, is that a puppet can only be alive for whats its worth when the curtains of a play open. For any time besides this, the puppet is nothing more than a decoration, any person can find in a store. And this is where Viola story begins and ends...just like a play told from a memoir found by magic in a tear~

 

 

"Where am I?" my thoughts raced through my mind, "why..can I see?" fear at first gripped me as the sensation of seeing something for the first time in my life touched me. But fear turned into curiosity as I began to observe my surroundings. Behind a large curtain, things began to come clear to me. "Am I awake...?" A sense of impending enlightenment loomed over my mind and heart "But...the curtains...they...aren't..." my voice trailed off into my own mind, as the curtains in front of me opened revealing a large symphony of a hall with sits all filled up with audiences.

 

 

I performed what I was was meant to perform, and yet strangely, it felt different but strangely the same, a nostalgic feeling of knowing and yet forgetting. I saw for once in my life, the eyes of my audience, watching every line of my form, and listening to every word of my speech, it was breathtaking for me, and for the longest time, it seemed I held my breath while I performed till the curtains closed..."Wait...the curtains closed...?" I questioned myself as the curtains dropped from its hanging veils, covering me from the eyes of the audience, and quite surely, my existence as well, but no, I could see, I could still feel, I could still...think...

 

 

For the longest time, I contemplated what was happening to me. "Why can I see beyond the closing of the curtains?", "Why do I feel as if I know memories when I should not even know the meaning of the word", "Why can I still think...", "Am I alive?", "Why cant I move?". I was perhaps plagued by questions, but one thing remained certain, that for now, I existed beyond the curtains of the theater and the magic of the plays...

 

 

It must have been more than a fortnight, before I was set before the stage of a theater again, and I knew that I was to perform again, and I readied myself for it, but this time...this time I felt as if at the tip of my mimic human fingers, I was ready to remember something...something important...

 

The play started, and the curtains lifted, and unlike the previous play, I began to realize more and more of my surroundings besides the eyes of my audience, I noticed the play itself for the first time, and perhaps for the first time, I felt a heartbeat in my chest where there is no heart at all...

 

 

My eyes reached another puppet, he was the other leading character in my play, and in that instant, memories flooded my entire mind. He was the reason, he was why, and he was the answer...My play was a love story between 2 torn lovers, where one overcame tragic odds to reach me and love me pass, the trials life and fate can send. There was only one male puppet that had the persona to play this role, only ONE that had developed its persona into one that matched my own, it was him...and I fell in love on the stage with him.

 

 

I remembered, how I fell soo deeply in love with him every time a play starts, and when the magic was cast, I became alive on the stage, the only time where I had feelings and a soul, it was at this time I fell in love with him. And I knew right at that instant that everything I was, everything I am, was because of him. Each passing play, only made me feel love more, more stronger than the play before, every play taught me to become who I am, and it was all because I wanted to be loved for him and love him to the best I could...

 

 

I made a wish just before the play in which I awoke after, I made a wish to allow me to love him pass the magic of the curtains, allow me to keep my memories so it will not fade, and let me love him as not a thing, but as a person...Fate heard my wish, and for awhile, I was soo happy, but I never knew that this was not a gift, but a cruel torment upon me...

 

 

For the first time, I touched his face, not because I was a puppet playing a role, but because I was a person loving another fiercely, my passion doubled in every part of my play, I was in LOVE! I knew I was happy for someone and it was real for the first time. But this happiness would not last...After several plays, a thought plagued my mind, thou I now am capable of loving, was the love I received on the stage...real? At first there was no doubt in my mind, the complete devotion of his heart on the stage, but now...I saw him for the first time off the stage of magic, and he was silent...silent and lifeless...

 

 

I loved...a puppet? Is his love for me real? apart from the stage? This tore me apart day by day, that even thou I could love on my own, could he love on his own? if someone ever replaced me as the lead in the play, would he pour his love into her and not me? It hurts...it hurts soo deep inside...is it meant to hurt this much? "what is this?" I asked myself...as something rolled down my eyes into my cheeks..."A Tear...?"

 

 

Devastated, I cried out silently towards him, "PLEASE SAY YOU LOVE ME TOO!" "PLEASE SAY ANYTHING!!!!!" in desperate hopes that my thought could reach him, and in return, his reach me too...but no...it was just silence...and it was deafening...

 

 

As my tear dropped from my cheek to the floor, I cried out to the heavens, "For love you have given me a soul, but for love you have taken it from me as well, everything I am, I was for love, but love is never there for me, could this be a game? to teach me, a puppet, that no matter how hard I try, I can never truly love? or be loved? Take it back, and let me sleep, TAKE IT BACK AND ALLOW ME TO LIVE THE DREAM OF LOVE ON THE STAGE!!!" I closed my eyes...I felt my body fall upon the stage...

 

 

I touched the memoir I found, and it was the story of Viola. A tear rolled down from my eyes, it was

my first tear...oh my dear sweet viola, lifeless and fallen on the stage. She was broken, between the soul she was given and the pain she felt, oh my sweet viola, if only I had been there.

"I love you too" not because I am a puppet meant to say words, but it is because I love you as someone with a soul..."I love you too...", she was she, and I was him...

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rob Luciano]

This is incredible. This is what I try to capture in some of my poems. The essence of love and how it can simultaneously be the most incredible feeling on this earth and the bringer of our greatest pain. The premise of the story is also brilliant. And the .hack music serves this piece very, very well.

I will say though, that this story needs some work. A lot of it honestly. There is some redundancy in parts of it and some spelling mistakes. The spelling mistakes aren't that serious though but the redundancy kind of gets under my skin. However, once you polish this up a bit it could be a timeless piece. Once this is done it could be a timeless piece of literature.