Blue

A Story by skibidivan

A man without a Mother

Monday

I wish to have a dog. I’ve heard they’re the most loyal creatures, far more faithful than humans. With their whole being, they can love and devote themselves to their owners, even sacrificing themselves if needed. In a video I saw, there was a dog who never left his owner’s grave, even after the owner had passed. Dogs are such beautiful creatures! I don’t think I’ve ever met a single human who could show me that kind of loyalty, nor do I believe I ever will...

I dreamed of them again. We walked along the shore, for what seemed like ages, with only the sound of the waves by our side. It’s been so long since I felt that sweet sense of peace, a warmth I’ve longed for. I hope I might see their lovely face again tonight.

Tuesday

Dark, cold, desolate, and lonely... I endured this torment all night. God, I cannot even witness happiness in my real life; at least release me in my dreams!

Would all this suffering end if I had a dog?

Thursday

Please forgive me, God! I’ve been foolish. I should have understood from the start that you’ve been merciful to me all along. You’ve helped me with your compassionate heart, haven’t you? How wise of you to send me a sign last night. I ought to have noticed it as soon as I saw that advertisement. Well, better late than never! Tomorrow, I am thrilled to finally meet my dearest companion, my dream, my dog. At last, I am saved!

Saturday

It seems I am condemned to endure the coldness of this lonely night without seeing daylight.

Monday

All night, we drifted together, arm in arm, through the warm waters of the sea of tranquility. As I returned home, hopeless, I found him. He, too, had been born in a dump, just like me. I took him, forcing him to part from his mother’s nurturing arms. And now, we shared yet another bond. I brought him home, laid him on our bed, and, feeling the warmth of our bodies together, we both fell asleep.

I named him Blue, so he could remind me of the hopeful sky I looked upon today.

For the first time in ages, I felt peace coursing through my very bones. Thank you, Mother, for giving me life; thank you, God, for allowing me to experience this; thank you to everyone.

Tuesday

I don’t know if Blue doesn’t like his new home or if the thrill of a new family has made him forget to eat. Those bugs gnawing at my insides have returned. I hope I don’t rot again.

Wednesday

Blue pooped on the rug today. Does he love me..?

Saturday

WHY DO YOU HATE ME?

Sunday

The fragile warmth of his body as I held him in my arms... that silent, pained plea as he struggled for his final breath... the blood-drenched pool painting the sky a deep crimson... All of it�"every bit�"is your fault. Their fault. His fault. I did nothing. I am innocent!

© 2024 skibidivan

Author's Note

I got some help from ChatGPT while translating. Sorry if i did a mistake in grammar, etc.. For those who dont know, i actually write this short story in my native language, Turkish, but i decided to translate it and be able to show it to more people. Thank you for reading!! I appriciate it if you criticize me. It will help me improve my art!!

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Rustling Leaves

Your storytelling is wonderful. I'm glad you chose to translate it. The grammar isn't a problem either, so you did a great job. I love your story! It portrays the back and forth of emotional instability, the cruelness of it towards both sides, and how irrational thoughts become irrational actions. Then the denial of these actions and the belief in innocence. It's a true work of art, and I hope you continue writing!
Hikaye anlatımınız harika. Çevirmeyi seçtiğinize sevindim. Dilbilgisi de sorun değil, bu yüzden harika bir iş çıkardınız. Hikayeni seviyorum! Duygusal dengesizliğin ileri geri gidişini, her iki tarafa da zulmünü ve irrasyonel düşüncelerin nasıl irrasyonel eylemlere dönüştüğünü tasvir ediyor. Sonra bu eylemlerin inkarı ve masumiyet inancı. Bu gerçek bir sanat eseri ve umarım yazmaya devam edersiniz!