So it's my first story in
this blog! I wrote it almost a month ago, but, here it is. #Enjoy!
Florigance
Ages ago, there was a huge, beautiful, but isolated
city – Florigance. Flowers were the main content; there wasn't one road or yard
without flowers. It was like a dream-city one would always love to travel to.
It was too amazing to be real, but after all, it was.
It didn't have a very high
population and all that, because it was a distant place outsiders rarely ever
got to see. Maybe that was the very reason it wasn’t exploited. Less people,
less garbage, less pollution, less everything. People there seemed almost
unreal, because in this world of evil, that seemed to be the only place with
kind people. It was a sight to soothe sore eyes. It was too hard to believe
there could be a place like that.
But no one ever
knows when everything can go upside down, and take a turnover. That place did
take a turnover. Winter was pleasant every year. But as winter prevailed in
1816, it brought hell along.
The beautiful flowers
hung loose, the high peaks seemed to die, the frost covered everything in its
cold blanket. The place almost died.
It was frozen.
People were too scared to go
out to even buy food, because the wind had something in it, which probably
didn’t suit anyone of them.
They could’ve gathered courage, but it was the contrary.
Even the shopkeepers left the town. The bad got worse.
All they were left with was Hope.
If someone would ever gather a bit of courage, people
would just discourage him.
But in the end, hope never loses.
Steve White, he stood; stood for the good.
All people would say to him was “You’re going to die someday!” or
“I’ve never seen a fool like you!”
People – they always have to say something to
discourage oneself. But one does not always gets discouraged; yes, I’m
referring to Steve.
People were right in some way, like they
say, ‘Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.’ But on the other hand,
Florigance was on stake.
He opened a shop, selling
groceries. He did deliveries on his own, because no one would ever help him. It
only made him stronger, his decision righter.
From all the worst that could’ve
ever happened, he ran out of money. People stopped buying from him. I still
can’t figure out why. But yes, they did.
Trouble had finally knocked. And in their
culture, one doesn’t kick someone who’s on the doorstep. He had to face the
worst now.
He waited. Waited with the little bit of
things he was left with. That’s when I first saw the city.
If a door closes, its force opens four. So if the
intensity of the trouble is big, it should only make you stronger.
And a door really did open for Steve.
He sat there, staring at a distance; at the
fog coming out of nowhere. He saw a man appear just from somewhere between the
fog. All in black. He rubbed his eyes to see if the man was coming his way. He
stared in disbelief.
The man in black, whose face couldn’t be seen
because of the huge hat he wore, finally arrived the shop.
Steve just couldn’t believe someone finally
came.
“Hey, are you new here? Never seen you before.”
Steve started to talk. The man looked calm, but replied in an irritated
tone, “I want 20 loafs of bread.” He didn’t care enough to answer his question.
Steve had never seen such a rude guy in Florigance
ever before. He was probably new.
“What? Did you say 20?” Steve asked for reassurance
in his meek voice.
“Didn’t you hear it?” The rude man replied.
“I’m really sorry, sir. But I don’t have 20.” Steve
began to panic, “I recently ran out of money –”
Steve was only explaining his situation when the man cut him and
said, “Give me all you got.”
Steve did what he was told.
“You can keep this.” The man said, handing him an
over-stuffed wallet.
“Sir? The bread only makes 2 dollars. Why all this?” Steve
pretended to be concerned but he was now ecstatic wondering if he would let him
keep the money.
“Sometimes people deserve more than they think they do.”
The man said while lifting his head up. His lips curved into a smile and he
left without saying any other word.
Steve was overwhelmed with emotion. A teardrop
made its way out of his shiny, beautiful, green eyes and trickled down his
cheek.
I was wearing black that day, too. Was it me?
-_-
ReplyDeletegood one.keep writing and posting.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support! I will! ^_^
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