The Way Things had Always Been

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Stop the thief! Stop the thief! Ragon reacted fast. He lifted his spear, jumped over the wagon between him and the market stairs. In mid air he stabbed the thief in the throat. She fell dead to the ground.

Ragon was a soldier. He protected law and order in the city. His job was mostly to kill people. People who murdered or raped. People who stole. People who kissed in public. Sometimes he did a mistake, but that was just the way things were, the way they had always been. No one questioned it. No one objected.

Marakara came running. Thank you soldier, he said. Thank you! He got the apples out of the dead thief’s hand. He could have bought new apples and it was uncomfortable to see the dead body on the ground, but the law was the law. Things were as they always had been. There was no other way. He never questioned it. He never objected.

One day a stranger came to town. A man from rocky mountains far away. His name was Tornag. He questioned. He spoke with words put together in ways no one had ever heard. Arguments no one could deny. Reason. People listened, started questioning themselves. Soon they objected.

Then things started to change.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conservatism

https://room5.wordpress.com/2009/06/03/the-way-things-have-always-been-done/

Anthropocentrism

Fire!

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The flames were licking the wood in the vividly burning fireplace. Silence. Everything was beautiful. Johnny was just going to relax tonight, he’d even switched off his phone.

The flames looked almost like living things, small creatures jumping around the black wood. They…. were little creatures! Johnny was astonished. Little monsters was running around, jumping, dancing. They had little heads, two feet and two arms.

He moved closer. What are they? One on them looked at him. Laughing. It was chopping on to the log with an axe of fire, seeming to form part of him, mixed together in the way of flames. It punched an other one, occupied digging his little claws into the wood, on the shoulder. The other turned. It seemed amused as well.

They jumped forward as if they wanted to look closer. Out of the fireplace, down on the wooden floor. Johnny was too astonished to really understand anything. They seemed to have some sort of intelligence, they seemed to be curious about him. They were standing there, contemplating him. Exchanging words or something between them. The wood underneath them was getting black. Smoke.

Fuck! Johnny reacted fast. He caught the ash shovel and tried to put them out. They jumped away, running around, ducking. They seemed scared. Johnny hit one of them. It disappeared like the flame of a blown out candle. The other dived back into the fireplace.

Phew! Said Johnny. That was close. He looked at the blaze. The little fire men were standing in the chimney talking eagerly to the burning log. There are more of them now.The wood chunks were burning harder. The flames rose. Johnny backed away a bit, his face was getting too hot. One of the creatures took a step towards him. Screams.

Little fire-creatures came running out of the chimney. They ran up the walls, the curtains.  Johnny turned towards the door. A face covered it. Dark and evil. Laughing. Around him danced hundreds of small creatures. They were singing now. He could hear their words, chanting, messing.

The king of flames has come to be, the God of flames has come.

His big, his hot, and there’s no escape. His big, his hot, and there’s no escape.

The God of flames has come.

Soon Johnny’s screams are louder. When the fire truck arrives the house is already burning to the ground.

https://theurbanspaceman.net/2017/04/04/firewall-flash-fiction/

http://www.santharia.com/alchemy/fire.htm

Like a Drop in the Sea

Dystopia Pt 2/3

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First part of the story can be found here.

Malak went over the field. It was dark, but the dry sand did not give much shelter. He got closer. There was a hole in the fence. He went through it.

A killer robot came by. In a distance he could see the flying ones. He was more scared of the walker, even though the flying ones were usually more dangerous. They moved almost like humans.

He got closer to the big factory building. He moved close to the ground so the robots would not see him. Some had lights in front, they were the easy ones to avoid. Others could see in the dark. He got in where the cotton entered the building. He jumped onto the assembly line and let himself be pulled in.

….

All the presents was lying in a big pile in her room. She had so many things she didn’t even have room for them any more. That’s the way life should be, as far as she knew.

Today she was going to the park with her mum and dad. They did that a lot. People mostly did what they wanted, no one hardly worked any more. There was no need.

She brought her little teddy, her new favourite toy.

….

Knives cutting the cotton. They were getting closer. Fast. He crawled the opposite way on the band, but not fast enough. A gap on one side, passing by, just for a moment. He jumped in.

He came out under the lines. There were robots everywhere. Some seemed harmless, working, moving things. Others he knew from before. He moved under the lines until he found the machine Mika’s mother had told him about.

He started screwing off the screws. Removed a plate on the side. There it was, the piece she had shown him. He got it out. The machines stopped.

Alarm. He hurried towards the hole he’d come in from. A robot blocking his way. Two drones were moving in under the assembly lines.

To be concluded tomorrow.

https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2016/feb/24/automation-end-work-obsessed-society-dystopia-jobs

https://youmethepostapocalypse.wordpress.com/2017/05/18/earth-2100/

Ghost Train

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Jaques was sitting in the cockpit of the train looking forward. It was late night, and he couldn’t wait to get home. Find a good movie online, and just relax until he fell asleep.

Something strange could be seen in the distance. He stood up. At first he didn’t believe it, these things shouldn’t happen. But it was. Something was coming towards them on the tracks. Another train. It had no lights. He knew it was already too late.

Marie and Jerome had gotten a first class ticket. There was good food, and the seats was comfortable. They were sitting in front of each other. Jerome had gotten the better seat, the one facing the way they were going. An elderly lady was sitting beside him.

Finally! Said Jerome. I needed to get away now.

Me too, smiled Marie. This is going to be the best vacation ever!

Sure is. I love going on trains as well. Such a relaxing and safe way of travelling.

It’s not always safe, said the old woman. Jerome turned towards her. He had to concentrate not to laugh. Strange thing to say out of nowhere.

Why do you say that?

There was an accident here on this track many, many years ago. Said the old woman

Really? Answered Marie, ignoring the ridiculing look Jerome sent her.

Well, they say it wasn’t even an accident. She added.

What happened?

Two trains went opposite directions on the same tracks. They say it was an insurance scam. That the company did it on purpose, and they got away with it, too. Lots of people died.

That’s horrib….

Jerome fell forward. Marie’s food went flying. Suitcases were falling down from the luggage shelves.

Jaques was lying on the brake lever. Trains take a long time to stop. He was sure he was going to die.

Impact.

A man was throwing coal into an oven. His body was strange, like if they were crushed, ripped to pieces and put together again.

Time seemed to stop when Jerome was mid-air. Everything was changed. The wagon. The people. The furniture was older, the seats had leather cover. The walls were made of wood. A man and a woman were sitting in front of him where his girlfriend just had been. The man had a top hat on his head. His head was crushed, skin floating in the airs as textile under water. Bones sticking out. He was smiling. The woman by his side had a white dress. On some parts. One of her thighs could be seen. It was just a bone, broken into pieces.It was a horrible sight.

Reality came back. Like when you get your head out of the silence of the water. Jerome crashed into the seat in front. Marie’s food splashed out on her dress. The woman beside them fell on the floor. She screamed. Her arm was in a strange position, broken.

The train had stopped. Jerome looked over to the rest of the passengers. They were all as confused as him. The lady with the broken arm was moaning. Jerome was helping her up in her seat.

The driver came half falling into the wagon.

Did you see the…? He stopped. Their faces were as white as his. They’d all seen it.

Silence.

I guess we’ll have to get going, Jaques said after a while and went back into the locomotive. The train started slowly. Soon they were going again. No one spoke the rest of the journey.

http://www.everywritersresource.com/shortstories/ghost-train-by-grey-harlowe/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_train_(folklore)

His Grandpa’s Cabin

Nightmares of Cambodia

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They had been chased out of the city. His father was dead. His brother. Even his little sister they had killed. Now it was just him and his mother. Slaves in the countryside. The Khmer Rouge had taken advantage of the American bombs and the fear of an external enemy far more powerful. Now they were in control.

He had to go out in the early morning, before light broke. The guards were tired after a long night, less attentive. If he was not back before sunrise they would kill them both.

Please, don’t, it’s too dangerous! His mother had begged him. She was asleep when he left. The hunger made him. He passed the guarded zone, but the forest was even worse. Landmines. There were landmines everywhere.

The night was dark. No stars. No moon. Just darkness. That was good, he was more difficult to see. Mushrooms. He picked one up. Poisonous. He dropped it and moved on. Something moved. A spider. He went closer. It was not big enough to fill his stomach, but it would be a mouthful for his mother. He had to be careful. Kill it before it bit him.

He saw a glow in a distance. A greenish glow in the darkness. It couldn’t be. It mustn’t be. He crouched. The glow came closer. He saw a face. It was. A beautiful woman’s face, but she had no body. A head hovering in the air. Her heart was hanging down underneath her. Ahp. Krasue, as his grandfather had called her. She was even more terrifying than the guards. More dangerous than bombs. More horrible than landmines.

He he threw himself down. She moved closer. A moan of suffering escaped her mouth as she passed right above him. Long. Deep. She was searching for blood.

She stopped, as if she was listening. Searching.  He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breath. He could see the green light on his hands in front of him. The moment lasted forever. She disappeared into the darkness.

He lay there for a long time. She could be back. She could be waiting. Light. Daybreak. He got up. Looking around, unsure if she was still there. He ran. He saw guards in the distance. He moved from bush to bush, crouching, creeping. His mother was still sleeping when he entered the hut. She would be hungry today as well. He had made it back, but he was not safe. They never were.

https://sites.google.com/site/thesecretbombingofcambodia/rise-of-the-khmer-rouge-and-pol-pot

https://creature373.wordpress.com/2016/09/08/origin/

Tears of Blood

Alone

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The Moon was looking down on Earth as she always did. He was different these days. Lights everywhere. New things were orbiting him as well, just like she did. It was nice. It was lonely out there, all she ever had of company was rocks crashing violently into her.

One day a new object moved up from earth. Another satellite, she thought at first, but it was heading straight towards her. It landed softly, unlike like the brutal meteors. In a friendly manner. She’d never known anything like it.

A creature came out. A strange little being in a white suit of some kind. He stepped clumsily down on her. It tickled. Another followed. They jumped happily around with such grace, such beauty. He pinned a stick in her. It stung a little bit, but she didn’t care. He could do what ever he wanted.

After a while they went back into the little metal thing they had arrived in. It started shaking, flames came out of it. It burned her a bit, but she didn’t care about that. She didn’t want them to leave.

No. Please don’t go! Said Moon, but they did not listen. She saw them going back towards Earth, always so blue, green and full of life. How lucky he was, never alone. Maybe one day they would be back. Maybe, if she was lucky, they would even stay.

If she only shone bright enough.

https://www.cnet.com/news/man-in-the-moon-formed-by-magma-not-asteroids-data-shows/

http://www.headstuff.org/2014/07/three-micro-fiction-stories-moon-landing/#prettyPhoto

Humans

Perspective

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I need to run. The fast metal things killed my brother. He’s back there, crushed on the hard ground. Humans everywhere. Everywhere. Nowhere to hide. So I run. I run close to the walls so the humans will not kill me.

One screams. Another has a stick. Pain. I get away. Cross the street. More metal things. I jump away, get over to the other side. A hole in the wall. I enter.

Am I safe? Different smells. Food. Humans. Hunger. I need food. Follow the smell. A bucket. Food. Meat. Vegetables. It’s even rotten. I eat. I see humans in a distance, but my hunger is greater than my fear. I keep eating.

Something cuts into my back. I turn. A human cut me. He lifts his hand. The sharp thing in his hand. I attack. Bite him. He screams. I run under a bench. Shouts. Humans running around.

A rat! It bit me!

Kill it! Kill it!

I’m trapped. I run for the door. The humans jump away in fear. They fear me. I don’t know why. I‘m running for the door. I’m doing it. I’m making it. Just a little bit further.

Teeth sink into my flesh, shake me, throw me into the air. I hit the ground. The wounds are deep. My neck feels strange. Broken. Last thing I see is the dog attacking a second time.

http://ratbehavior.org/perception.htm

https://anorthernnarrative.com/2017/04/23/i-blame-alfred-hitchcock/

Death to the Metal Monster

Headache

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As I mentioned yesterday, I hit my head the other day. This is what happened:

There was a party. People were laughing, drinking, generally having a great time. Most of us were pretty drunk, myself included.

I ran up the staircase, not looking very well where I was going. I hit my head on an edge going out over the corner of the staircase. The impact brutally sent me down the stairs. Everything went black.

When reality came back, everything was different, somehow. Strange creatures everywhere.

Are you OK? One of them asked, trying to touch me. I got terribly scared, of course, and punched it in the face.

Stay away from me, you disgusting things! I shouted, and ran upstairs. There there were more of them. Horrible monsters, wanting to kill me, eat me, or whatever monsters do. Rape me, maybe. I did see tentacles. I punched another one. Some of them were screaming horrible sounds. I grabbed a pair of scissors from a table.

Stay away, i screamed in total panic. Leave me alone! I was crying now. What had happened?

Hey man, calm down, a horrible being with it’s eyes sticking out of it’s head and horns in it’s forehead said and wanted to grab my arm with it’s hideous claws. I stabbed it.

He cut me! It screamed, repugnant foam coming out of it’s mouth..

Stay away from him, another said. He’s crazy!

They were playing with my mind, these grotesque demons. Two others were coming at me, slowly, breathing evil from their nostrils.

Calm down, Fict. You need to relax.

I turned and ran for the window. Threw myself through it, glass splintering everywhere. I fell three floors down to the pavement. My head broke open, and blood was pouring out on the ground. People were screaming from the window. People. Not monsters. I heard my girlfriend shouting something in despair. The voices of several friends of mine as well.

I think I might have wrecked the party, I thought before everything went black and I died.

OK, maybe not exactly what happened, a couple of things might have been exaggerated a bit. The rest though, are lies.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Head_injury

http://www.webmd.com/brain/what-are-hallucinations

Existence

Dark Matter

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Johnny woke up feeling light today. He went out, and everyone seemed to jump down the street, several meter in each jump. He was jumping, too.

Down town the sea level had entered the streets. Some people was going around in the streets with their canoe. He saw colleague Ronald.

Hey, Ronald! He shouted. Ronald saw him, came closer. What’s happening?

The office is under water. There’s no way we’re going to work today.

Why? what’s happened?

No one seem to know, said Ronald. The sea level is just… higher.

Dark matter… I can’t believe it! George was looking at the calculations on the screen.

You better! Said Martin. The calculations was clear, there was no doubt. Gravity is lowered by 50 percent, tides are rising. There’s an invisible field of gravity just outside of earth’s atmosphere… It’s getting closer.

Astonishing! George was thrilled.

When the stain comes close enough it will crash into earth, said Martin with a worried look. It’s the end of the world.

George was jumping up and down in excitement. And we’re here to see it!

Johnny was looking out of the window. Things were leaving ground. Small things at first. Leaves, newspaper, rubbish. Then sticks. Trash cans.

Just when he saw his neighbour coming home in his car, he felt his feet leaving the floor. Mr. Jacobson tried to get out, but he started floating in the air. He held on to his car, screaming for help. No one could help him. In the sky less fortunate people could be seen falling away from earth. The car started floating in the air, falling upwards.

Johnny was standing in the ceiling of his house. It was making strange sounds. It was giving in.

This is it, he thought. Now I’m going to die. The end of the world had come.

Look! Said George. It seems to swallow everything that gets in it’s way. Where do you think it’s going?

Wow, I have no idea, said Marty. He’d already forgotten to worry about the end of the world thing. This was exiting.

The moon, he said with a voice of morbid intrigue. It’s going straight into it.

The two scientists were watching their screens in silence as the moon came crashing into the stain. A spectacular explosion of another world was seen over earth.

Johnny fell down from the roof. His neighbour to the ground. Other people were falling from high altitudes, yet others got cars and trucks falling in their heads. There was millions of casualties around the globe.

The impact had neutralized the dark matter stain, but the moon was gone forever.

https://www.thrillist.com/culture/what-would-happen-if-the-moon-disappeared-effects-of-the-moon-leaving-earth

http://www.space.com/20930-dark-matter.html

A Destructive Solution

Empathy

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He was looking in the the mirror, freshening up. He had a date today. It felt good. He was used to it, though. Girls used to like him. At first.

She was a cute student girl from the next town. She didn’t know him. Yet. She would. He was going to get laid, he knew that much. One way or another. He was almost hoping she’d say no, it was more fun that way.

He was ready, looking adorable. Prince charming, he was, the girls he met fell like flies. They usually regretted that after a while.

He heard a key in the lock. He froze. It couldn’t be. After so many years, and he hadn’t even changed the locks. Not even after his mother was out of the way.

No. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m ho-oome!

He started shaking. Breathing faster, his eyes flickering. It couldn’t be, but still he knew it was. Only one person had that key.

His father. He was back.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empathy

https://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/psychopathy

Domestic Violence

 

A Norwegian Guy Living in Spain Writing in English

A Norwegian Guy Living in Spain Writing in English

My first years in Spain were a blast. I hitchhiked down in a few days with my friend Odd and we split up when we came to Barcelona. It wasn’t the first time I went traveling, but it was the first time I wasn’t planning on going home. Menorca became the place where the real adventure began. The events on Menorca has been crucial for my life since then, especially people I met there and people I’ve gotten to know because of them.

From there it was a lot of traveling, a lot of new people and experiences and a lot of plain old getting wasted. I visited most of Spain, stopped by Portugal and traveled around France several times on my way up and down from Norway. Granada became my base, and still is. I was always writing and drawing, but not like now, it wasn’t really in the center of attention. The adventure was more important.

When I first arrived I didn’t speak Spanish, but slowly you learn. In Spain Spanish is what takes you around, and some of my friends from the very beginning spoke no English at all. I had a good base for learning. People in other countries told me I had a Spanish accent on my English, I guess from adapting English for Spanish people to understand me better. Now I have the Spanish language under control, but there’s still lot to learn.

I think my Spanish helps my English a bit. Especially it’s given me more vocabulary, and a deeper understanding. English is quite a hybrid language, with a lot of words and influence both from Latin and Germanic, among other languages like Celtic and Greek. It’s one of the things I like the most about it. They say the vikings and the British understood each other more or less. I guess Scotland was closer than England, and today as well I think I can hear a resemblance to Norwegian accent in Scottish. Maybe it’s just me, but hey, it’s not so far away after all.

In Norway we learn a lot of English in school, and we don’t translate movies, so most Norwegians have some level of English. I’ve learned a lot from traveling and reading books as well. I manage English more or less, but I know I make a lot of mistakes. Please feel free to correct any errors I make in my posts and stories in my comment fields, it will be appreciated.

So I’m still in Spain, though there’s a lot less action in my life these days. It’s probably a good thing if I want to live for a while. Now most of the adventures goes from my head to the screen and from the screen to my head. Not that I’m not doing other things, but creating and absorbing other peoples creations is what i do the most. Which is a lot fun as well.

http://englishhistory.weebly.com/english-roots.html

https://fauxcroft.com/2017/04/17/random-variables-called-life/

Hitchhiking (Fear of the unknown)

Ragnarok

Ragnarok

Odin was looking to the horizon. He was worried. Times were changing. The war on the giants had calmed down for now, but he knew it would not last. A new treat had emerged. A threat of another world. The realm of Zeus had already fallen. Even the powerful Jupiter. A new emperor was coming. He had a son. Together they had become more powerful than any other gods.

He saw his two ravens coming home. He already knew they had bad news.

In the lands of men the war had been going on for centuries. His realm among them was small now, just some fjords in the north.

They came in through Jotunheimen, the home of giants. The giants fled. Fenrir broke loose. In the loss of their home the giants pushed towards Valhalla. An army of giants and monsters were arriving. They knew not that there was no escape.

Odin heard the horn of Heimdall, Gjallarhorn. The end was coming. Ragnarok. But it would not be as it was foretold. It was not the end of the world. It was the end of the northern faith.

The Aesir, the Norse gods, prepared themselves for war. Men and gods together lined up at the gates of Asgard. The giants came crossing the bridge.

Let them come! Roared Thor with thunder in his voice. I’m ready!

He lifted his hammer, threw it. Killed hundreds of giants a throw. The Serpent of Midgard attacked. The fight lasted for ages. God versus beast. The entire world trembled until they both fell dead to the ground. The giants invaded Odin’s kingdom.

The gods fought bravely. Odin slayed giants. Heaps of them. Thousands. They could have won. Then Fenrir appeared.

A fierce beast, rampaging everything in it’s way, gods and giants alike. Odin lifted his sword and ran towards it, knowing it would be his end. The great warrior Tyr threw himself at it. Die, beast! He shouted. He was slain. Odin attacked. Struck two times before the beast devoured him and continued the destruction. Vidar, son of Odin, had seen his father fall. He was half giant, and had the strong sides of both his kin. He kicked Fenrir in the jaw, broke it. He killed it with his sword, but Valhalla had already fallen.

The new regime swiped in with an army of winged creatures. They destroyed everything. Giants. Gods. Dimensions.

To the underworld the Aesir were condemned. They had lost, but one day, some day the gods of Asgard will rise again.

http://norse-mythology.org/tales/ragnarok/

http://spangenhelm.com/the-christianization-of-the-norse/

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men was rowing day and night. This night everything was black. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.

The waves rose. First a little bit, then more, harder.

We’re too far west! Shouted Haraldr. He was one of the oldest on the boat, and second in command. We can’t go further. The World Serpent could be lurking!

There is no such thing! Lefr responded. But the sea went higher and higher. He started doubting his new beliefs.

A face appeared from the waves. Huge, like the sea itself. It rose above them. A creature of another world. The world of gods and giants, of powers beyond understanding. Jörmungandr. The Serpent of Midgard.

Turn! Shouted Leifr. Turn, we have to turn! The men rowed, as hard as they could. There was no way. No way to turn, no way to get back. The Snake was over them. It controlled the waves, moved the boat where ever it wanted. Played with them. A creature of death and destruction. They were doomed.

The wind rose even more. Thunder. Lightning. Thórr. Jörmungandr lifted it’s head, ready to strike. A lightning bolt pierced into it. It turned. Looking towards the skies. The men could hear the thunder rolling. Thórr’s wagon. The hooves of his bucks. The deafening cracks of his hammer.

The storm was savage. The waves where high as mountains. A fight between gods. The men fell. All control was lost. The boat was thrown around through the seas. Another lightning bolt. Another. Another. They heard the terrifying roars of the snake. It could no longer be seen.

The storm calmed down. They were lost, far away in the sea. The sun rose.

Land! Land ahead!

The new land was different from the lands they knew from before. Everything was bigger. The trees. Even the blueberries.

If we find our way home, we can bring more people and make a settlement here, said Leifr.

Do you think people will dare to go on such a dangerous trip? Said Haraldr skeptically. I don’t think big blueberries will be enough.

Hmm… I guess you’re right. Leifr thought for a while. Got it! From today this land will be called Wineland. That should cut it.

In this moment Harald remembered why he always went with Leifr on these crazy trips. The man was a genius.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leif_Erikson

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/04/13/blood-in-the-depths/

Odin’s Visit

Monastery

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Maria, Juan and Guillermo goes to visit an old monastery ruin. It’s mostly fallen down, but some walls still stands.

Imagine the strange lives these women had, said Maria.

Not like yours, that’s for sure, says Guillermo teasing.

Haha, says Maria sarcastically. Funny. You’ve slept with more guys than I have.

That is true, my love, he laughs.

Look! Juan is pointing at the ground.

There is a necklace half buried in the sand underneath the highest wall. Maria picks it up. It looks old.

I wonder who it belonged to. Probably one of the nuns… She looks up. There’s a window far above.

Maybe it fell from there?

Maybe… Said Guillermo.

Dolores and Antonio was standing on the bottom of the road leading up to the monastery, saying goodbye.

Dolores had been forced by her parents to enter the monastery when they found out she’d been seeing a boy in the village. She had been living there for two years now. She hated it. Sor Angustias was always yelling at her, always criticizing. She even hit her some times.

Dolores started walking up the road. There was no time, Sor Angustias would be angry.

Will I see you again? Antonio asked.

Maybe, she said with a smile.

When?

She stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder. She really liked this boy.

Wait for me tonight, when the sun sets. On the other side of the valley. She ran up the road to the monastery. Sor Angustias was already calling her.

Antonio was thrilled. He knew it was a great sin to desire a nun in this way, but he didn’t care. She was the most amazing girl he’d ever met.

They had seen each other on the street lately. He had been watching her, stunned by her beauty. The way she moved. She was no ordinary nun, that’s for sure. She was a star.

Quite a view they must have had. Maria is looking up on the windows high up above her. Even from down here you can see the whole valley. Up there it must have been amazing.

Sor Angustias was looking out on the valley from a monastery window She saw sister Dolores crossing the fields. Where is that no good girl going? A boy was waiting for her on the other side. The pieces fell into place.

Dolores walked up the hill. She held her hand tight around the necklace he gave her. She was in love. She’d forgotten about all her problems, like if she had traveled to another world.

When she came home, Sor Angustias was waiting for her.

Where have you been? She asks.

Just out looking for flowers.

Flowers, eh? So that’s how he pays you.

P-pardon? Says Dolores. She stops.

Sor Angustias stands right behind her. I know where you been. Whore. Her tone darkened on the last word. Disgust.

Sor Angustias pulled Dolores up the stairs to the tower. Dolores screamed for help. The other nuns in the monastery heard her screams, but did nothing.

You see this view? She says. Guess what I’ve seen today. Her nails dig into Dolores’ neck.

Please… You’re hurting me!

I know.

Dolores tried to get loose.

You dare to oppose me? Sor Angustias was used to obedience, and now this slut was fighting back. She could not stand it.

Antonio was crossing the valley on his way home. He heard a scream. He looked up to the monastery. Someone fell from one of the higher windows. He ran. He found Dolores on the ground. Bloody. Broken.

No… No no no…

Tears were falling down his cheeks. She died in his arms. No one in the monastery ever spoke of what had happened.

Maria stands looking at the valley. A deep sadness comes over her. Guillermo sees the tears.

What’s wrong? He asks.

I… I don’t know, she answers. Something horrible happened here.

Juan looks at her. He knows she has her strange things, this girl. He never really gives it much attention.

This is not ours, she says. She digs a hole in the dirt and puts down the necklace. Buries it.

I want to go home.

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https://ashnfinn.wordpress.com/2016/11/09/verum-sine-mendatio/

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