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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Life Changing Decisions/Events
- Published: 03/14/2021
So Ends the Dream
F, from Marshall, MN, United StatesIt was an illusion. Every numbed sensation, every untraceable hue, a mere nothing. It would pass – it must. Though formless darkness pledge insanity of ever-night, its promise was made already broken. Why? Where hope is life thrives, and where life is hope lives. And this symbiotic existence preserved itself, solitary and strong, in a single beating heart. Ring upon golden ring echoed out through cavernous darkness as every pulse fell, like a drop of liquid light, into the empty silence: Hope . . . life . . . hope . . . life . . . hope . . . life . . . hope . . . Each beat rang, sounding one against the other with a harmony like pealing bells.
“It’s just an illusion,” Enid whispered, nurturing her hope and reaping life, “There is an end and it will come. All I have to do is wait.”
Wait – but for how long? Eternity? The heart skipped a beat. In the darkness there opened a ring of unbroken blackness. Tighter pressed the sealed eyes as silently they gazed only within.
“No,” Enid said, “Even eternity must end in light. All things end in light.”
And so Enid spoke softly to her heart, enlivening it with scenes of hope and hoping for life in that which would surely come.
“Darkness must end somewhere, sometime,” said she, “If I hope strong enough, perhaps the light will find me!”
Faster rang the peals of light as broader grew their golden bands. Like water over-flowing from a fount the light spilled farther and deeper into the darkness, sealing over every break and shrinking the parched voids until the very last hole had been smoothed over by ripples of gold. Such a wealth of light glowed from within her that Enid felt as if the very glory of it would burst her heart asunder. With a smile like dawn she opened her eyes.
Shadows melted and darkness was torn apart before the sword-like beams of her lifted gaze. Richer than white and purer than gold; sweeter than silver and brighter than the brightest sunrise, the rays streamed from her eyes and the darkness crumbled.
Author's Note:
I know I have not been on StoryStar for long, and my greatest regret shall remain that I could not stay as long as I wanted to. I wish I could have read so many more of your stories - and am forever so grateful for your comments, votes, reads and encouragement on my own.
I am leaving today, because I have two dreams and realize that in order to succeed and do well in this world, I must choose between them. So I am choosing the other dream and leaving the writer's sphere for some time. As Thoreau said "You cannot sit down to write if you have not stood up to live." This I intend to do, and then come back and write again. I shall miss you all very much. Especial thanks to (Sir) Alan Jeeves for introducing me to this site. I owe the joy I have found here to you, sir.
Thank you all for being such a wonderful, though short-lived writing family. I will return, someday, and doubtless find you all flourishing even more beautifully than you do now.
God bless - and see you soon!
"I call all times soon." ~ Aslan
So Ends the Dream(Thalassa Brytaye)
It was an illusion. Every numbed sensation, every untraceable hue, a mere nothing. It would pass – it must. Though formless darkness pledge insanity of ever-night, its promise was made already broken. Why? Where hope is life thrives, and where life is hope lives. And this symbiotic existence preserved itself, solitary and strong, in a single beating heart. Ring upon golden ring echoed out through cavernous darkness as every pulse fell, like a drop of liquid light, into the empty silence: Hope . . . life . . . hope . . . life . . . hope . . . life . . . hope . . . Each beat rang, sounding one against the other with a harmony like pealing bells.
“It’s just an illusion,” Enid whispered, nurturing her hope and reaping life, “There is an end and it will come. All I have to do is wait.”
Wait – but for how long? Eternity? The heart skipped a beat. In the darkness there opened a ring of unbroken blackness. Tighter pressed the sealed eyes as silently they gazed only within.
“No,” Enid said, “Even eternity must end in light. All things end in light.”
And so Enid spoke softly to her heart, enlivening it with scenes of hope and hoping for life in that which would surely come.
“Darkness must end somewhere, sometime,” said she, “If I hope strong enough, perhaps the light will find me!”
Faster rang the peals of light as broader grew their golden bands. Like water over-flowing from a fount the light spilled farther and deeper into the darkness, sealing over every break and shrinking the parched voids until the very last hole had been smoothed over by ripples of gold. Such a wealth of light glowed from within her that Enid felt as if the very glory of it would burst her heart asunder. With a smile like dawn she opened her eyes.
Shadows melted and darkness was torn apart before the sword-like beams of her lifted gaze. Richer than white and purer than gold; sweeter than silver and brighter than the brightest sunrise, the rays streamed from her eyes and the darkness crumbled.
Author's Note:
I know I have not been on StoryStar for long, and my greatest regret shall remain that I could not stay as long as I wanted to. I wish I could have read so many more of your stories - and am forever so grateful for your comments, votes, reads and encouragement on my own.
I am leaving today, because I have two dreams and realize that in order to succeed and do well in this world, I must choose between them. So I am choosing the other dream and leaving the writer's sphere for some time. As Thoreau said "You cannot sit down to write if you have not stood up to live." This I intend to do, and then come back and write again. I shall miss you all very much. Especial thanks to (Sir) Alan Jeeves for introducing me to this site. I owe the joy I have found here to you, sir.
Thank you all for being such a wonderful, though short-lived writing family. I will return, someday, and doubtless find you all flourishing even more beautifully than you do now.
God bless - and see you soon!
"I call all times soon." ~ Aslan
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Sylvia Maclagan
03/20/2021So sorry to see you go, Thalassa. I have enjoyed all of your stories. This one is no exception. I hope you achieve all your dreams, best wishes and take care, Sylvia
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BEN BROWN
03/16/2021BEN BROWN
I was well impressed with your story and your note. I'm pleased you enjoyed yourself on this site.
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Alan S Jeeves
03/16/2021Well Thalassa the pleasure of our friendship is all mine. It pleases me wherever you go so long as it is forward, but wherever that may be please don't forget to take your notebook ~ you never know when you may need it.
In the past we have had fun with Oscar Wilde and his 'Well before his time' mind. So let's borrow that mind and say something Oscarwilian:
"Life is far too important a thing to ever talk seriously about. Society only exists as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals." ~Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde.
Mind how you go Thalassa. When you dream careful what it is you wish for ~ everything has its price but not all holds its value.
Ex animo, Alan (you know where I am if ...)
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JD
03/14/2021I'm sad that you are leaving, but glad for you that you have chosen a dream and taken action to follow it. I hope that you achieve your dream, whatever it may be. And I hope that you will feel free to return to Storystar whenever you wish to read or write or both. Best wishes to you Thalassa. Thank you for all the stories you have shared here.
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