City of IF

[Alegria]

Warning: This Storygame is definitely NOT funny, but as it is set in reality, I didn’t know where to put it.

Prolouge

The light filtered into the clearing, illuminating the moths who danced in the breeze, coming close together one second and darting off another. Bird calls sounded through the air along with the ruffling of trees. The night was perfect and beautiful and sad and mournful. The night was wild and passionate and consuming. The silver of the moon made the world shine and turn a gray color. The trees seemed to whisper goodbye and the stars felt like angels singing in a choir. Nature was serenely depressed. The scent of pine came in from the green forest.

The man looked up at the sky from the ground and shouted wordlessly at the sky, at a God he couldn’t see, and at a God that didn’t care. A cold wind blew in from the forest, almost as a punishment for disturbing the beauty and the glory of the night.

The moths scattered as the man ran at them, angry at the dominating world. He spread his arms out to the sky and wept.

God still did not respond.

Desperately, the man started to climb a tree, never letting go of the wood until he reached the top of the ancient oak that dominated the clearing. He crawled out to the end of the branch and leapt off. There was a crunch as his arm broke. He didn’t care. He just stared at the sky and shouted the first thing that came to his mind.

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

The night was silent save for the sound of his desperate sobs. The moths regrouped, the trees rustled, the moon caressed the forest with its silver fingers. The man stood up, holding his arm. He thought of something. It was a dim thought at first, but in time it grew to its full potential. It blossomed out of his lips and rang harshly through the air.

“Am I being punished? Is there no salvation from my sins against you? What must I do for redemption? Why did you take her away from me?”

Angered by the silence of God the man turned away to look at the once-Eden that was this clearing. It was perfect, but not to him. Nothing could be perfect or happy again. He looked through the feeling for some compassion and found none. The night was unconcerned with him, self-important in its own glory and passion, a glory and passion that was not wasted, a glory and passion that was used by others, had once been used by him. He thought for a moment and looked to his God again, looking to the cold stars.

“By God we could have had it! We could have had the dream! We had the house and the car and the money! We had it all! We had each other! Don’t You care that I want to die? Don’t I care that I want to die?”

The rustling leaves breathed God’s answer. Nothing. The man walked to the body under the oak tree, silent tears falling on her face.

“No, You don’t care a bit.”

He stood there for a moment and leaned over to kiss the corpse on the lips, wetting her face with his tears. He then realized he was half-naked like an animal and put on his black shirt and white collar, not caring as it went over his broken arm. He walked towards the town and resolved never to look up to the sky again.

A cloud covered the moon and quickly clouds covered the stars, too. It started to rain upon the little clearing. The moths fluttered to the trees to find shelter and the leaves stopped rustling as the tears of God fell upon the earth.

[D-Lotus]

That was, indeed, dark and gloomy and emotional. I suppose it's a prologue, so I'll wait for more. It'll be interesting to see how you weave this thread into your knitting.

[NeverNeverGirl]

oh yes! Welcome to HEM!

That was really well written - i cant wait to see where you take this!

*sits trying not to fidget*

[Guest]

Hey
Im new and i just read your story
Its great, fab and kwl
but why does it have a dark side will he get better?

I cant wait till you write some more!!!!!!!:)

[Alegria]

Thanks, but I honestly don't know if I'll keep this one.

I wrote it on a whim and I don't think I can nurture another sg along with uriel and RIB.

I like this idea, but I think I'm going to let this one slip past mostly unnoticed and save it for later....

Check out my other SGs, though. They're in Fantasy and SciFi.

[scissorkitty]

I like this one, Alegria! It's a different kind of tale.. it's always nice to stretch your writing legs and tackle something different. What brought this story into your brain?

.. this is the area for experimental stuff anyway, right? So... on you go then! :D

[Crunchyfrog]

Of all the three you have running at the moment, this is the one I like the best.

(Not that I don't think the others are good, it is just I think this one has the edge.)

I hope you find the inspiration to continue it.

:)

[Alegria]

The inspiration isn't lacking, it's the time.

However, I think I shall continue to post on this one, since Uriel and RIB seem to be in a slump right about now....