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Writing Assignment #2

Presented By: Isadora Porkpie

 

 

 

 

 

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Part One

"Choice"

 

 

 

It stood on the edge of a cliff seemingly made of light.  There was no trace of darkness as far as the eye could see with the exception of small crater-like holes in the glittering ground and there were even traces of light and movement emanating from them.  It scanned the infinite horizon.  There were millions upon millions of light entities peering into various craters.  Every light had its own color slightly varying in degree.  Multitudes of blues, yellows, whites, pinks and greens.  It lifted what seemed its hand up to its face.  It had a pale yellow glow.  How long it had been here it did not know.  It was safe here.  It had been here thousands of times before.  This place was the only absolute.

 

It felt a presence close behind.  Turning around it saw a glowing pink illumination.  Slowly, it made out an androgynous face that seemed to mutate every moment.  The face smiled and opened its mouth.  At first, only a bright white light and tones escaped its lips.  Then there was a silence.  "Oh yes…" said the pink glow.  "I shall take on a form more familiar to you."  Out of the pink radiance an old man stepped out. 

 

He was dressed in a black suit that stood out amongst all the brightness, an immense shadow casting itself across the land with a specific purpose.  Why did it know this being?  "This is the form of your most recent father.  His name was Dante.  Do you remember who you were?" the man asked.  "Remy." It replied.  "Yes, you were Remy if even for one breathe." The man stated.  "We have encountered each other countless times and you have acquired much but not enough." The man said smiling.  "Soon it will be you that will guide others to their coming fates."

 

"Your effulgence is now at the next stage.  It is up to you to make your choices and evolve." He added.  "This place, this state is certain." Remy said with a hint of inquiry in his voice.  "Nothing is eternal. Everything is eternal and you will know this in time." The old man said while pointing to the craters.  "You must choose."  He said adding, "Take your time as time is only a semblance of importance."  "We will meet again and may your inner light shine another hue but just as brilliant and favorable!" the man stepped back into the pink glow and vanished.  The pink radiance disappeared into a sea of everlasting lights.

 

Memories of everything started to leave the immediate conscience of the pale yellow light entity that was Remy but nothing of consequence ever evaporated from its inner spirit.  It started its solitary search.  It passed from crater to crater with no indication of emotion only determination for advancement. 

 

When the choice was made, there was a smile, a nod of the head, a swift jump and blinding light.  The crater existed no more.  It could have been a thousand years or only a mere three seconds that passed in your time while the choice was being selected dear reader, but it is of no eminence to who was Remy or anyone else neither here nor there.

 

 

 

 

Part Two

"Creation"

 

 

 

It had been weeks since the choice had been made and he was starting to wonder if he had made the wrong one.  He wondered when he was going to eat that wonderful chocolate ice-cream, kiss the love of his life and sail those blue seas.  He was even forgetting those images at rapid speed.  Unaware at this point that he had even made a choice.  He had been trapped in this strange chasm forever it seemed.  Time had meaning once again.

 

The dark abyss that had seemed so exorbitant seemed to shrink around him as the days past.  He tugged at the tube protruding from his abdomen.  It was wrapped around his leg again.  Outside he heard muffled voices that were familiar to him.  He tried to scream but he was surrounded by a liquid which somehow still enabled him to breathe but no sound escaped.  It was constantly dark and always warm.  He was comfortable most of the time and never needed to eat.  He would sleep easily and often. 

 

He would infrequently have recollections of Remy, the man he was in a former time.  Soon flashes of that past were to be essentially abandoned.  Remy was a despondent man.  He was always afraid, heavy-hearted…always alone.  One could say his spirit was sick.  Remy's soul was inanimate from the beginning, forgetting to be born it wandered aimlessly, a silent little ghost, a shadow of its former self.  You cannot resurrect something that had never existed.  Remy could not easily distinguish between love, hate and any other emotions for that matter.  That was his spirit's burden.  All that he understood was logic and reason.  Reasonably the world had no logic to Remy at all.  So he decided that it was time to run away but this time it would be the ultimate permanent escape.  Little did Remy know that you can never escape, especially from your spirit.  He now had to start again and he vowed to experience those feelings he had once rejected…to live.  This time his soul would learn to breathe once again.

 

He opened his eyes undisturbed by the immutable blackness.  He sometimes couldn't decipher whether his eyes were open or closed.  Sometimes he would stare mercilessly into the black hoping he would see a way out.  The tube was still wrapped around his leg.  After a few toilsome minutes of kicking rigorously he freed his leg but also to his astonishment kicked a solid yet springy surface.  Immediately he heard that familiar voice but this time muttering in excited high pitched intonations.  He pulled back and kicked out his leg once again his foot bouncing off the surface of the wall.  Being completely immersed in fluid made it challenging to utilize all the force he could muster.  He heard muttering once again and he felt the elastic surface of the wall press down onto his foot.  He quickly withdrew his foot and waited but nothing happened. 

 

Oftentimes he didn't quest to leave this confinement at all.  Living was effortless and the temperature was always agreeable.  What would he do if he had to face the severe nature of blinding light that he could not control?  How was he to keep warm once he was outside?  Was he to stay naked forever?  What would he do if he was sick?  He didn't know the language of these beings he had to face!  Would someone teach him to speak the language?  He felt he hadn't walked in ages.  What if he never learned?  Would they abandon him?  What if he was hungry or thirsty?  He knew nothing of what was safe to eat or drink in this reality.  He thought the only thing he was capable of doing was to cry and sleep.  He was now leaning towards the conviction that he wanted to stay put.  He then heard what seemed like music floating through the elastic walls that were now pressing against his body.  It was subdued and subtle but enchanting nonetheless.  Temporarily soothed by the delicate harmonies he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

 

When he awoke he realized that the chasm had reduced immensely in size and that he could not even move any of his appendages with any convenience.  He attempted to stretch the walls by extending his arms and legs.  They were quite flexible but to his dismay would shrink back to its original state.  They were impenetrable!  He then concluded that it was he that burgeoning and that the cavern was not shrinking after all.  Did he inadvertently choose this life?  Was this his punishment?  To live alone in a dark pit submersed in water and to subsequently be crushed to death?  Maybe he was here to think over things from the past yet he had practically no recollection of anything anymore.  He felt nothing but a hint of fear and need and to escape once again.  He kicked his leg out in frustration but this time something happened.

 

If he deduced that the enclosure was at its smallest potential he was wrong.  If he thought that the shrinking of the abyss was the most miserable affair he could experience, he was also incorrect.  He will soon find that the following paragraphs will contain occurrences that will rival for most disagreeable ordeal.

 

The chasm was not only shrinking but his fluidic world was instantaneously transforming.  The liquid that once kept him warm and breathing went gushing out all around him.  He had trouble inhaling.  He kicked and punched as hard as he could though the walls prohibited him from moving too much and they compressed against him even so.  Time dragged on and on as he lay there with those walls compressing in and out against his body.  He had painstakingly adjusted his body almost ninety degrees so that he could see where the fluid had emptied.  That damned tube was always in the way! 

 

He started to hear a variety of new voices intermingling with the familiar ones.  The walls were pressing harder than ever now!  He would periodically see what he thought maybe was light.  Little glimmers at first then more extended periods of it.  Along with the light came the sensation of cold.  He found it very uninviting but not as distressing as his current home had become.  The sounds, lights and cold were becoming more intense.  He realized his head had emerged from the hole that the light had been streaming into.  "Please let me fall back into the warmth of my water-filled confinement!" he subconsciously thought. 

 

He felt huge hands pulling him out of the enclosure the troublesome tube following closely behind.  The voices were so unnaturally loud!  The harshness of the light was unbearable!  He was freezing beyond belief.  He shut his eyes and when he opened them he could not see anything but big pink and green blurs of color.  He attempted a scream but his airway was blocked with slime.  It was swiftly cleared in a sweeping motion and he let loose a deafening cry! 

 

He was moved around more rapidly than he could have ever imagined that he could move.  He reached down and the tube had been cut and tied into a knot on his stomach.  He was then wrapped tightly in something soft and placed into warm arms.  Although he could not understand what was being said he heard that soft familiar voice whisper. "Welcome to the world Dante."