THE RAMBLING RECLUSE – New Beginnings (A short story)

(I am originally a writer of fiction, and this is where I shine the brightest. Before you read this story, however a little background is necessary. There is a world to which I escape every time I need a little perspective, this world is called “Jharworl” and there, is where I find solace. Nothing is forbidden in here and the villages and metropolitan areas are countless. “Viste”, is a little village in Jharworl and it is here that this little story takes place. The repetitive style of writing used here is peculiar to any story told about Viste, either in my head or out of it, but I ramble… Enjoy the story)

The Village”You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.” *James A. Froude*

She stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the valley below. The view was beyond words. The village nestled in the valley, looked almost like she imagined a fairy city would look. With squat houses fenced in by hibiscus bushes. The houses were cheery and looked inviting, there was not a patch of dry land to be seen, every square inch was covered with foliage of some sort.

Hibiscus Bushes

The land was flourishing, but the most amazing thing was the stream! It flowed serenely down the hill, a sparkling silver snake that wound its way through the heart of the village, providing the dwellers with drink and sanitation. Ah, the river! The river was the village itself, the life force of the village, flowing clear as a diamond that has been newly buffed, the river was a serene animal, but it was deadly too.

BridgeSmall

The villagers knew this and respected it. You didn’t mess around with the “Vistic River”, it was a kind life-giving force, but it would kill you too. When the town was morning a death, the river turned black, when the chief died, it was blue. When the river was hungry, it turned blood-red. And yes, it got hungry every day. When it was hungry it had to be fed, otherwise it would turn a pale malevolent shade of purple, and when the river turned purple, the town began to die. The green grass would shrivel up and die. Whole trees would disappear, the houses would lose their cheery aspects, but, worst of all, the villagers would begin to vanish. Body parts would be missing in the morning; no blood or pain, they would just… go! And by night that person would have been erased from the town, permanently. At this point the river would no longer require an animal, it would require three living humans, a man, a woman, and a child.

The River

She stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the valley below. The view was beyond words. The village nestled in the valley looked almost like she imagined a fairy city would look. With squat houses fenced in by hibiscus bushes. The houses were cheery and looked inviting, there was not a patch of dry land to be seen, every square inch was covered with foliage of some sort. The land was flourishing, but the most amazing thing was the stream! It flowed serenely down the hill, a sparkling silver snake that wound its way through the heart of the village, providing the dwellers with drink and sanitation. But she had to get away from that village. After all she could only look down at the purple stream with her one remaining eye.

Onyew.

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One Response to THE RAMBLING RECLUSE – New Beginnings (A short story)

  1. Nice color choice on the blog. It is really easy on my eyes and I have bad eyes too so that’s a really big compliment lol

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