Nature, a short story
Posted October 1st, 2010 by cloudwriter
in Forever wishing I could at least visit Brazil, specficially Rio...
October 1st, 2010
* Note: This might be a bit sad for younger children. It's nothing really sad, but just a warning that the end is a bit sad.
I walked along the ominous beach. Shadows were cast along the beach by the swaying palm trees.
The soft sand squished between my toes and made a cushion for my feet.
I reached the edge of the beach, where the water meets the sand. The sun was setting in the distance. It was just about to disappear beyond the horizon.
Sinking to the ground, I curled my arms around my legs. The blue waves gently came in and lapped at my feet. The cool water against my hot skin was a relief.
The gentle blue waves retreat, away from the ominous beach. The waves leave the sand where I place my hands wet.
This shadowy ominous beach has many memories. Memories, secrets, and many horrors. The palm trees rustle and the wind whistles, both of them telling of their knowledge. And I, unfortunately know the knowledge this beach holds.
I know every secret, memory, and horror that this beach holds. And if I could take back one thing in my short and unpredictable life, it would be knowing this beach's secrets.
I pried into the beach's secrets. I forced this beautiful piece of land to tell me all of its' secrets, horrors, and all of its memories.
Nature is not meant to be meddled with, not meant for humans to know its' secrets. It is meant to be left alone, left untouched, and left undiscovered.
And now I broke every rule of nature. I didn't leave the beach untouched. Instead I researched; I touched the beach and left things damaged.
I didn't leave the beach alone; instead I flooded it with people; researchers, friends and family.
And the last sacred law; leave nature undiscovered. And instead I discovered; pried into secrets not meant to be known.
And now I will pay.
I will pay dearly for all my research. The trees know it, the wind knows it, and even the sand knows it.
I am lost on this beach. There is no way for me to get back to my home. Everyone else I brought here managed to get back. But the beach held me back. It held me, the one who started all this research, back. And now I'm stuck here forever. And in a way, I deserve it.
I take in a shuddering breath. I'm weak for I've been here for quite some time now. But for how long, I do not know. For here, on this beach, there is no way of telling time. Every passing minute is like the last.
I cough weakly. I 've been without food and water for a while now. The salty sea water isn't good to drink, and I don't have anything to hunt with.
Laying down on the sand, I face the sky. The sun disappears beyond the horizon, leaving the sky even darker.
Closing my eyes, I know my time has come. And it's my fault that it has come.
As the world starts to float away, I hope that others will not meddle with nature. For if they do, they'll come to the same sticky end that I came to.
I breathe in for the last time as the world completely floats away.
* This was inspired by complete boredom.
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