You Thought

And you thought wrong.

Maybe this is one fire we leave to burn, until the embers soak into the ground and the ashes are carried away by the spring wind. It is ignited once again by an unnoticed spark  - or mixed into the dirt until it is impossible to distinguish between the dust and the sand.

As the mixture gathers at the bottom of the hourglass, the sun begins to sink. Every sunset is preceded by a brilliant dawn. What rises up will eventually fall down - proven physics. Empires built on silt cannot stand the destructive forces of nature that will give and take and continue to do so for all of eternity.

When the best have fallen, who do you believe?

Perhaps it is best to sit back and let nature take its course. Let ourselves be swept up by the wind and taken by the storm. No resistance. No fight.

But the repeated beating of the waves on the ocean shore will render our ears numb. As we sit in silence, carried by the current, we begin to wonder when our capabilities will fail us - where our breaking point lies.

The roaring of the river never subsides.

The prince arrives at the broken castle on his majestic white horse. Battered and worn, tired and weary, he stumbles through the broken vines. And the people are sitting in a circle around a burning fire, warming their hands and huddling within the folds of their torn burlap clothing. A pathetic sight.

He walks over and offers a hand, but his friendly gaze is met with eyes of burning anger. The red is reflected in the glassy blues and greens, pupils dilated in the dim light. They lean in towards him but keep a safe distance with looks of bitter resentment and disgust thrown distastefully in his direction.

Then they look away and they whisper as one -

You can go home now. We don't need a hero.

Reviews

[shengchyi [:]

the thing i find weird about your writing is that it's really hard to FIND what's wrong with it.

you do a wonderful job creating a tone and voice that are uniquely yours and which makes your story really come alive. something about the syntax makes it all really awkward though. it's like when you're writing a song, but every so often you try to fit too many syllables into a phrase.

eight stars though! and you've definitely improved.

[deeps]

Wow! This is wonderful I could visualize the story.
I like this, you had a wonderful plot going.
well written.