Sunday, March 30, 2008

death's sweet escape

She dreamt that it was springtime
When the flowers were in bloom
And after dusk and twilight
Stars were twinkling in the gloom

She dreamt of fragrant summers
And of evening walks with dad
She dreamt of apple blossom trees
And the sweetest fruits she’d had

She dreamt of seaside picnics
Of sea foam and white sand
She dreamt of golden meadows
And of holding Josh’s hand

She dreamt of being healthy
When she never got a cold
The illness got her body
But it could not get her soul

She dreamt of sleeping fitfully
Of pain-free peaceful nights
She dreamt she’d no longer be
Under the harsh hospital lights


When the person she’d been waiting for
At long last stood by her bed
He took her hand and smiled at her
And very calmly said

It’s time to send you home once more
As he stroke her golden mane
She smiled at him and closed her eyes
And never woke again.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Uniko Story

*note: I know I haven't been posting, so if this doesn't get read.. nevermind then. lol... I wrote this for a contest that was held on the (fluff) pets forum[for the uninitiated, that's an app on facebook]and since, hey! it's a story, and I haven't been posting, I decided to put it up. Happy reading. (btw, 'unikos' are the unicorn pets (mini fluffs, they are) and they come in blue, pink and gold. =)

Home

The uniko looked up at the big tree blowing in the wind. The tree, which once had big boughs weighed down with sparkling fruit and glittering leaves was now reduced to almost threadbare branches. Kind of like herself, she reflected as she glanced down at herself sadly. Her beautiful golden colour, which had turned to a dull bronze, had started fading almost the same time as the tree started to deteriorate. As she looked back at it, she remembered how she was found under it; her, a baby uniko and it, a young sapling, with a note for Mama Deeno, who ran a shelter for abandoned fluffs. It had said that when the tree started to bear its fruit, she was to be fed only those, and that the fruit was to be eaten by her alone. Indeed, it was impossible for any other fluffs to feast on those shiny berries, for the tree raised its branches high whenever anyone but she was to try and pick the fruit.

The tree had been her only friend growing up, for the other fluffs were jealous of her beauty and the supposedly ‘preferential treatment’ she received pertaining to the special fruit. They ignored her, and day after day she stood under the tree staring at the other fluffs playing happily nearby, wishing she could join in the fun. After a while, she no longer wanted to be a part of them, but instead spent hours lounging under the shady branches chatting with her friend. Sometimes when it was quiet and the wind blew, she thought she could almost hear the tree whispering back to her.
Now she felt weak as she quietly lay under its branches as she had done all these years. Staring up at the twinkling stars in patches of dark blue sky between the gnarled branches, she felt her eyelids getting heavier and soon she was dreaming. Two golden unikos appeared, beckoning to her. She smiled, suddenly understanding. They were her parents, come to collect her at last.

The whispers were true; baby unikos everywhere were not abandoned. They were simply left behind to experience the world before they were taken home to the Golden Isle, where they lived peacefully forever with the rest of their kind. It was time to go home.

The next day, a beautiful golden flower stood where she had lain; and the tree was never to bear fruits again.

*note 2: for contest purposes, I had to limit the story to 200words, so I also posted the revised version here; if you would like to take it look. Will post the outcome when results are announced. =)

**edit: I got second... so won a rain/dear set... :)

The uniko looked up at the tree that had been her friend for all her life. She remembered how she had been found under it her, a baby uniko and it, a young sapling, with a note for Mama Deeno, who ran a shelter for abandoned fluffs. It had said that when the tree bore its sparkling fruit, it was to be only eaten by her. Indeed, it was impossible for any other fluffs to feast on those shiny berries, for the tree raised its branches high whenever anyone but she was to try and pick the fruit.

But lately the tree had been dying, just as her beautiful golden colour had been reduced to a dull bronze. She felt weak as she quietly lay under its branches as she always did. She dreamt; and two golden unikos appeared, beckoning to her. She smiled, suddenly understanding. They were her parents, who had come to collect her at last.

The whispers were true; baby unikos everywhere were not abandoned, they were simply left to experience the world before they were taken home to the Golden Isle, where they would live peacefully forever with the rest of their kind.

The next day, a beautiful golden flower stood where she had lain; and the tree was never to bear fruits again.