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Nostalgia

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I remember the sun, I remember it beating down on me. My skin was rough and tanned, my bare feet thick from the onslaught of wood and dirt. I was part of the ground and sky itself.
I remember the tree, taller and more fantastic than any skyscraper could ever dream of being. The leaves made all beneath sparkle with a green, lively tinge. When I was four it was struck by lightning, straight down the middle.
I remember my father saying that it was dead. He said we would need to cut it down. I cried and slept next to that tree for a week after that.

I never saw what my parents saw. When I looked at my backyard I didn't see a badly kept mess. In my eyes it was a Fairie land, holding all the creatures of my imagination, of my world.

Once my mother offered to help me make a treehouse, four years after my father disappeared. She said it would help me get to the top.
She said that we would have to cut some of the tree to make room for my new home.
I said no, and for the first time climbed to the very top. From there I could see the world. But to the rest of the world I was invisible.

My hands were rough, my feet were skilled. All I had was the shirt on my back, dripping with sweat and covered in mud.
When I was ten I created a city, under my lookout tree. I had shining gardens and beautiful islands. My seas were filled with fantastic wonders, my sky with magnificent birds. I was the benevolent god of my kingdom.

Then, one day, we left. I was pulled into a new place, where the fairyland I grew up in was a clichéd lie that I had been force fed by the corporate world. My new friends didn't fly, nor did they tell great tales of adventure. They just stumbled through the world with closed eyes, only seeing the glaring lights, only feeling what they so carelessly bumped into. They dreamt of making millions, going to the big cities. They wanted to go off and fight, and come back as heroes.
But they were no heroes. They were nothing but pawns, and I told them so. And they laughed.

And eventually I laughed too. Because I hated being alone, there was no fun in it.
And so I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to be lead.

My hands are soft, my feet covered. I'm wearing a stiff business suit and gold on my wrist. I'm looking at an old house, ready to be bulldozed down. The backyard is a fairly large size, but badly kept, with a tree whose middle is hallow and burnt. It starts raining, and I tell the workers to go home, there is nothing we can do today. Ignoring the rain I go to the back and stand under the tree.
It's a useless thing really, no sense in keeping it around. It's dead, replaceable. The storm flares up and thunder booms close by.
I should be getting home now, I think. But I stay; something about this place is not letting me go.
The sky flashes lightning. And suddenly I see something, in minds eye, like an old movie reel.
The sun is strong.
I blink and I'm back in the rain. Thunder claps again, closer this time.
My skin is tough, tanned.
My hands are skilled, loving.
I shake my head, and try to turn away. But before I can take one step I feel the full force of the sun, hot and strong. I feel the energy of a forgotten time, a forgotten me. For one moment I can see my fairyland once more, right before the world turns black and the rain comes back.

They tell me I was struck by lightning. They tell me that for a moment, I was gone. They cut down the tree; it was on the verge of falling down.

They tell me this, and my eyes well up with tears. I remember a long forgotten self, with strong hands. I mourn the loss of my friends, of the world I was a part of. None of them can see my sadness for what it is.

I mourn the loss of my old self, young, and ready. I despise the world.

My eyes are open now.
I enjoy this story, it has the written-at-four-AM quality that I enjoy. But I would really like some good critques on this.

Even if I can't pay for it XD
© 2010 - 2024 Li-Kiada
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The-Vampyre-Prince's avatar
I LOVE THIS!!!!
*hugs the story tightly*

I'd say it needs the rough edges buffed out of it, NS Maybe expand things a little bit more, but I think it's awesome!