Challenge 192 (Second entry)
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kh_drabbleTitle: Memory of Heart
Challenge: Walls (second entry)
Word count: 385
Notes: I have no excuse for this. Really.
The heart of hearts remembers back and back and back. It remembers a time before mouse kings and keywielders and mermaids and heroes. Back before magic carpets and before boys knew how to fly or lie and before roses wilted and gardens were only ever plain, never radiant. The heart remembers a time when all the worlds were tied together by heartstrings. They all pulsed as one, lived in harmony of one another, and above all they flourished together. When something good happened in one place it radiated outward from the very core of the world to the others, the heartstrings thrumming with warmth and good intent.
Then, the darkness fell. This was something primitive, something before Xenohart and his heartless. This was war, famine, disease, and hatred. It was bitter and cold and painful and warped the denizens of these once peaceful worlds into something else. They grew in size, bigger and bigger and their smiles dropped away with the passing days and they yelled (there was yelling before, but it was so very much different) at each other and snapped and snarled and changed so severely. They began calling themselves “grown ups” and “adults” and it was a dark thing indeed.
But the heart of hearts knew this madness could be contained, not stopped for it was far too late for that, and the heart of hearts separated the worlds; throwing up borders and implanting stories in the heads of these “men” and “women” creatures.
The fighting quelled, it still existed as a low rumble in the base of their spines but without the lure of expanding what was theirs and claiming things that were not they pushed their energies into a different direction. They called it technology. And every world reached this point at a different moment in time since the group thread had been severed and every world met it with a different theory behind it.
Sometimes though, memories would bleed through the seams and someone would stare wistfully at the sky as if they remembered other worlds.
“Other worlds are nothing but a myth,” the “men” and “women” would sneer at those who hadn’t become jaded and cruel and the heart couldn’t fool these much more innocent creatures that were now referred to as “children”.
And hope was born again.
Challenge: Walls (second entry)
Word count: 385
Notes: I have no excuse for this. Really.
The heart of hearts remembers back and back and back. It remembers a time before mouse kings and keywielders and mermaids and heroes. Back before magic carpets and before boys knew how to fly or lie and before roses wilted and gardens were only ever plain, never radiant. The heart remembers a time when all the worlds were tied together by heartstrings. They all pulsed as one, lived in harmony of one another, and above all they flourished together. When something good happened in one place it radiated outward from the very core of the world to the others, the heartstrings thrumming with warmth and good intent.
Then, the darkness fell. This was something primitive, something before Xenohart and his heartless. This was war, famine, disease, and hatred. It was bitter and cold and painful and warped the denizens of these once peaceful worlds into something else. They grew in size, bigger and bigger and their smiles dropped away with the passing days and they yelled (there was yelling before, but it was so very much different) at each other and snapped and snarled and changed so severely. They began calling themselves “grown ups” and “adults” and it was a dark thing indeed.
But the heart of hearts knew this madness could be contained, not stopped for it was far too late for that, and the heart of hearts separated the worlds; throwing up borders and implanting stories in the heads of these “men” and “women” creatures.
The fighting quelled, it still existed as a low rumble in the base of their spines but without the lure of expanding what was theirs and claiming things that were not they pushed their energies into a different direction. They called it technology. And every world reached this point at a different moment in time since the group thread had been severed and every world met it with a different theory behind it.
Sometimes though, memories would bleed through the seams and someone would stare wistfully at the sky as if they remembered other worlds.
“Other worlds are nothing but a myth,” the “men” and “women” would sneer at those who hadn’t become jaded and cruel and the heart couldn’t fool these much more innocent creatures that were now referred to as “children”.
And hope was born again.
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Date: 2009-07-04 04:04 am (UTC)Wowwww.
I've always loved the idea that children know far more than anyone grown can ever imagine, and this just punched that idea right in the gut. In a good sort of way. :3
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Date: 2009-07-04 05:37 am (UTC)Glad I can deliver good punches xDD
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