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The Lost Little Star - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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The Lost Little Star
Anne Marie opened her eyes...
She was just a pinprick of light in the distant universe...
Feeling like a small star lost in the universe, she opened her eyes and looked around her. Everything was so darn dark that she saw nothing, not even her own light.
Anne Marie was scared, closing and opening her eyes, trying to see something.
Of course she could not see anything because she was blinking very fast, opening and closing her eyes, trying to see something.
Anne Marie decided to sleep for a while. Who knows? Maybe there would be some light to be seen inside of her dreams.
Anne Marie dreamed of a blue planet, where a couple of humans were discussing things so loudly that she woke up scared.
“I’m lost! I will probably fall into a black hole! I will never make it if they don’t stop arguing about all and nothing!”
Two tears then fell from her eyes, turning into small meteorites.
Anne Marie decided to keep her eyes wide open. No more bad dreams, no more hearing discussions.
Gradually her eyes became accustomed to darkness. She began to see other points of light. Other tiny stars like her, lots of tiny stars.
“Who are you?” asked a speck of light, as it approached her.
“I'm Anne Marie, and who are you?” she replied.
“I'm John, I am here waiting for the comet that will give me a ride up to the Earth. The comet is almost coming…”
“I would like to take the ride too”, said Anne Marie, “But I’m worried that on Earth they might fight a lot and they don’t even know why. I don’t want to go if they keep arguing about all and nothing. I will stay here and get lost, wandering across the Universe.”
John, who was smart, had an Idea. “We should go and find the Angel of Reconciliation, he will know how to help you.”
“But you will miss your ride! They are probably already waiting for you!” said Anne Marie.
“It is ok. I can take the next comet.”
*
Far away from there, in the world of human beings, also called “Earth”, Marion sighed, exhausted. “Paul…again?” She had already given the baby a name; it was a boy and she called the baby Paul.
It was already the second time that she went to the hospital and then the baby contractions stopped suddenly. Her belly was already so big that she could not even walk. She called her husband to pick her up.
“False alarm again, Josh…”
*
Paul took Anne Marie through the meteorites’ path. They had to go slowly, very carefully, because the meteorites were flowing all over, from one side to another.
Anne Marie knew that the meteorites are stars’ tears, many times falling from stars that ended up not making their full life trips, falling instead into black holes. Their tears were all that remained from their existence, because no one knows what happens to the stars inside of black holes.
Anne Marie saw her own tears on the Path and got scared about it. “Will this be all that will be left of me if they don’t stop fighting?”
Anne Marie and Paul left the meteorites’ path and did not see the Angel, because it was foggy. All was white.
Paul knew that the Angel should be there, and did not understand why everything was so foggy.
“Where is the Angel?” asked Anne Marie.
“I don’t know. He should be right here”, said Paul.
They heard a very strong and loud laugh and the fog felt like it was shaking around them. The Angel had grown. The fog was part of the Angel itself.
Angels can change their sizes when they want. Anne Marie and Paul were inside of the Angel and did not realize it.
Still laughing, the Angel decreased in size, so that they could see it, and they then saw clearly the Angel of Reconciliation, surrounded by a starry sky.
Paul explained, just as kids explain things:
“They discuss too much, Anne Marie cries and doesn’t want to take the ride with the comet. What can we do?”
Angels hear the souls and feelings beyond words, so the Angel understood it.
The Angel of Reconciliation floated from left to right and then from right to left, as would the Angel be thinking about something, or mixing some thoughts. After awhile, the Angel approached Anne Marie and whispered some words inside her ear. Then he stepped back again and said to both:
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Friday, June 27, 2014
The Lake Girl - Short Story - Excerpt - Haidji
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The Lake Girl
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The Lake Girl
Not blonde, not dark hair, not
even red hair.
Not tall, not short.
Not fat, nor skinny.
An average girl, she thought.
Average.
Lisa didn’t really want to leave
the house this morning.
Her jeans were not the fashionable
ones and her friends…were they really “friends”? And her actual best friend Kelly…was she
really a best friend?
The girls liked to brush each
other’s hair at school, and do girls’ things together. Girls’ things, like to go together to the
bathroom, because that is the best place to speak, undisturbed, about life. Something that boys will never understand. Just girls’ things.
Lisa was too shy to speak too
much.
She would never understand that
“blonde” thing.
Aren’t we all beautiful?
Should she paint her hair?
Red, blonde or black?
Would her life be better then?
Or was this just another teenager
crisis, when we don’t like the way we look in the mirror, no matter what time it
is, seeing always the same boring, faded-away image of ourselves?
Sometimes
she forced herself to go to school…
School was sometimes her refuge
and sometimes she felt like a slave, taken from her home and forced into
slavery, separated from her dreams for several hours every day. Counting the years to finish high school.
Modern Brain Slavery = School.
“Work brain, work, if you like it
or not, you need to work now, 8 hours in a row. Under the torture of boringness, stay awake
and work, even if you were up until 3am, jumping between Whatsapp and
Snapchat.”
Wouldn’t it be so much nicer to
spend the day by the swimming pool?
But other times, she could plunge
into the lesson and discover a new beautiful world, feeling herself falling
into the teacher’s voice, entering a new world.
A completely beautiful new world.
For her, everyone was beautiful.
Everyone but herself.
Of course, there was a boy she
liked.
But she could not speak to him.
She smiled, he smiled back.
He smiled, she smiled back.
Again and again.
Freddy. Blonde. Blue eyes, charming smile.
The smiling-back game was
happening since two months ago, but with no step forward.
Worst than that, her “Best friend”
became a friend of his, and would spend long times speaking to him.
Kelly, a skinny blonde girl.
She knew that boys used to bet on who
would be Kelly’s next boyfriend(s). It
was like a trophy, and a recognition to be cool, to be seen with Kelly.
Kelly was the kind of girl that
could have two boyfriends at the same time and no one would care, because she
was…hot. Boys were happy to have “half
of Kelly’s” or even “part of Kelly’s” time. Or “Kelly for a while.”
Or “Kelly on their list.”
The only problem was that most of
the boys were so broken after Kelly left them that it took awhile for them to
believe in love again. Or maybe they
were all just idiots. Or too naïve, because
they believed that they could fulfill all the attention that Kelly needed.
Lisa never had a boyfriend.
Was Kelly planning to have a third
one?
Kelly, please… not Freddy!
This was not fair. Kelly knew that she liked him.
Lisa liked Kelly, it was
impossible not to like her.
Kelly was so unconscious about
life and so fragile, needy and warm-hearted that it was impossible not to fall
under her charm. She wasn’t an evil
person…
She was just…Kelly.
But
please, Kelly, not Freddy, don’t destroy him too!
That was all inside of Lisa’s mind,
before going to school this morning.
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