Overture

Overture

Time can never be altered. No matter how persistently we wish to go back and fix past mistakes, we will never be able to do so. A few of us think that the only way we could change the past is to tell stories through our children, who in turn tell their children’s children, and hope that some minor detail is changed in a major way. But there are things that deserve to be remembered. Long ago, we lived in a time of Fear and Isolation. We still in a cold and dark time and have grown accustom to accept this morose world we live in. Just as the high tide rolls its muddied waves back and traps every being in its draw, Fear and Misdirection trapped us to the point of no return.

 

As I stealthily saunter throughout the burial grounds underneath the pearl gleam of the moon, my eyes come to rest upon a dirty white marble tombstone. Similar tombstones line up surrounded like untouched chess pieces. I tilt my head and listen to make sure no one is strolling throughout the dark grim yard and walk slowly towards the dark headstone sticking up into the air like a mast of a fishing boat. The crown right corner is chipped off and rests silently on the earth. I pick it back up and place it in next to the facade of the marker. The stone is starting to coarsen but you can still make out her first name.

I barely recollect her but the legend lives strong in my memory. I will never forget, nor will any other animal for that matter of what took place in those three weeks.

To the left of her weathering tombstone a dying rose is arranged in a dirty and dusty glass vase. The vase is densely grey with a red strip that goes down the middle of the front.

I look around the yard full of other burial markers and notice on the eastern gate, which takes you through a nature covered trail and up to a tall elevated hill that overlooks the entire graveyard, a rose bush grows in the gleaming dark. I run to it and take one rose by mouth and bring it back to the vase. I drop it next her tombstone and take out the dying rose from the vase and replace it with the new one. I lay the dying rose behind her tombstone where a pile has grown.

I come here every month just as my mother did many years ago. I start to walk away from the gloomy field but look back as tears start to swell in my eye. I focus upon the hill and make a quick decision. I sprint to the eastern gate and up the small trail. Dying trees line the path towards the top. I walk slowly up the path as the tears drop the ground. Once I reach the top, I lift up my head and howl towards the moon just as my mother did so many years before me.

Reviews

[Grey Grimly]

I find this intriguing, and I'll tell you why.

I'm curious. You grabbed my attention in the description and I decided to give your book a look. I'm terribly glad I did. I'm also wondering: Whose grave is it? Is the main character a girl or boy? (although I assume girl, since you say the mother visited the grave every month, I assume it's a tradition) I'm also curious as to what happened? What's the thing that happened that makes the MC cry?

Also, as I have guessed, I think the MC is a werewolf? (I don't know any other species that howl at the moon)

Your descriptions are beautiful, absolutely amazing. But a few of them have their beauty shattered by grammatical mistakes:

"The crown('s) right corner is chipped off"

"I will never forget, nor will any other animal(,) for that matter(,)"

"Which takes you through a nature covered trail and up to a tall(,) elevated hill"

"I take one rose by (my [? I don't know what you mean here]) mouth"

"But look back as tears start to swell in my eye(s) [unless your MC only has one eye]"

I left out the ones pointed out in the review below, but I truly do love your story! I would really like to know what happens next, and I'll be sure to read it when you post it (please post it?)

[Talismanic]

"We still (live) in a cold and dark time and have grown accustom(ed)..."
"I will never forget, nor will any other animal for that matter(,) what took place..."
"as the tears drop (to) the ground"

Intriguing and mesmerising description. I'm in the process of deciding whether the speaker is wolf or human;)