I've been reading a certain story involving a boy and a wolf. Seemed cool.
Makes me remember one of the things I wanted to do, write more. Simple as that. Guess I can do it since sleeping seems to be out of question. One freaking hour lying at bed with eyes closed, unfair.
Maybe we can get to a thousand stories, huh?
This one story is about a girl who liked snow globes. Those little glass spheres with liquid inside and smal pieces that resemble snow when you move it around. I suppose everyone here knows it, am I right?
So, we had this girl, who had a collection of snow globes. She had dozens of them, from simple snow globes of some tourist attraction, to big ones with much decoration outside of the globe itself. Some were even electric, you had to power it on in order to see the snow falling effect.
She was very proud of her collection, she even got some from places where there is absolutely no snow, areas with temperatures never going under 30 degrees celsius. Some even had snowflakes that shined, didn't even dare trying to resemble snow. She didn't like those very much, but still, they were snow globes. And every corner of the earth should have one for her.
In fact, sometimes it felt like the whole point of travelling was to have an opportunity of buying a new snow globe. Some of her friends had already told her that, she denied it. Sure, she loved 'em, but to think it had gone to that point, well that was a bit too much. She loved every single country she had been.
Or at least that's what she said to herself.
One very special night, before a trip to a volcano, she didn't get to sleep. She wondered about whether they would have one snow globe for her. It would be pretty unique, wouldn't it? Maybe a simple sphere with a small volcano in it, perhaps with the same flashy pieces you found in not so snowy snow globes.
She eventually got to sleep, with a smile on her face. Wondering.
The dark volcano, looking so ominous. It even had some sort of smoke coming out of its mouth. Funny, perhaps they used paper for that? Looked pretty, very well done indeed. She had to shake it. What if the snowflakes were also very well done? Why not? She had to!
It shaked, but nothing happened, no beautiful, nor ugly, snowflake came up. None. She felt strange, they had to fly! They had to fall! This just, wasn't right, you know?
Once again, it shaked.
"I hear something..."
What? She thought she heard someone saying that, very weakly. Far, far away. Once again, nothing flew, nothing fell. Just the same old high quality volcano, and the strange smoke coming out of it. If you paid enough attention, well, had she paid enought attention, she would notice that kind of effect can't be done with mere papers.
She felt angry, let down. This wasn't a snow globe, who cared if it had been so carefully crafted? It was nothing. NOTHING!
That last thought came a nervous shaking, a mix of hatred and disappointment.
Suddenly, screams. As loud as if dozens of people screamed right at her ears. She got scared, it was all too sudden and too scary. Their voices in terror, screaming as loud as they could for it seemed nothing else was there to be done. She got petrified.
But the snow globe remained there, it should have fallen to the floor, shattered maybe. Her heart pounded furiously. Unconsciously, a tear came from her left eye. She felt like screaming also, but she couldn't. Had she lost her voice?
She stared at the snow globe, it seemed even better now, in terms of quality. It had these little grains walking around, and you could see there were some houses close to the foot of the volcano. Grains...?
Those were people.
People running around in no visible pattern, holding to what they could. The volcano had now some yellowish and reddish animations in its smoke. She couldn't understand. Was it some kind of high technology snow globe? Activated, somehow, when you shaked it? She stared closer and closer, but it was just too strange.
Her heart jumped. She could clearly see those people now, the children crying, the parents scared. The weak ones being left behind, trampled. The vision set her in despair, she tried to scream "Stop!", and unwillingly shaked the globe once again. A small piece of reddish material went out of the volcano, like finally it worked as it was supposed to. She even forgot the screams, the little red snowflake flew. Dancing to her eyes, as a fairy that attracts a child by its magical movement. Flying, flying, falling, falling. Light as it could be, being moved by air itself. Nothing else. Falling, falling...
Burning.
It landed at the leg of an old man who screamed in pain. In a moment, there was a grotesque hole with blood, bones and flesh. A cauterization that sent chills down her spine.
Tears now rolled through her cheeks. What was going on?! Some of the people inside the globe stared above, as if they could see her. Some with angry faces, but mostly, with sad, suffering faces. Until one baby cried and all the faces turned fiendish, strange smiles melting their faces, sharp teeth. A howling from above...
They started growling, in a demented harmony that paralyzed her for a few seconds. She just wanted it all to go away, away. Some screamed at her, she could identify some voices, some words. They hated her. They said they would get her, they would torture her, they would kill her. They would burn her, and then burn the wounds.
GO AWAY!
She finally had the power to scream. And as she screamed, a million snowflakes got out of the volcano. Their atrocious chant became louder, and louder she screamed. The globe shaked, was it because of her or not, we'll probably never know. But not much longer, they all burned. It was all down to ashes and pieces of what was once people.
She once again cried, gulping sometimes. It looked horrible. Doesn't matter how much her eyes stared at the glass, it was over. She closed her eyes.
Two fiery hands involved her head, pressing against her eyes.
A loud scream. The night was back, the trip was tomorrow. She sat on the bed, touching the floor with both feet, sweating.
Did she crumble?
Crumble?
Yeah, as in, suddenly her back got crushed and her upper half fell downwards...
Hm... I don't think so, why do you ask that?
I just pictured it happening.
Well, I pictured something happening involving a volcano, what if, huh?
Nah, she dying out of nowhere would be nicer!
Haha, it's time to sleep kid.
But, but, I want more! Where did you find that story?
In my head. We all have stories in our heads, we just need to connect the dots.
Is there a final thought? I mean, some message this story should give us?
Hm... let me see... maybe...
?
Let's say the message is "be careful of what you wish".
Hmm...
What you say?
Could have been something with more impact!
Haha, maybe, maybe. Now, bed!
Maybe if we collect stories, it gets easier to handle the wait.
I promised to do my best. Can't go back, nor do I want it.
Good night.
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