The light's out - pun may be intended here.
"Grab a taste of the first irrevokable beams of light! Run!" Said the Grand utoil.This was the moment everyone was waiting for.
As I carried my legs as an ostrich would carry her eggs, I yielded my strength, to the heart strings of my head.
There it was! the glorious, wonderfully blinding intensity that split through the darkness. Everything else, everywhere else, was but a spectrum of streaming blackness. The heaviness was so immense that the light only revealed the depth of the terror which engulfed us all.
However, little lemiee's and his "hope crusaders' " cardio mechanisms were stubbornly geared, to always look ...... "Where ever hope can be found!" screamed the children in the audience.
That's right kids! Conveyed the narrator. Back to the story.
As little lemiee and I egged our tiny muscles on, with all the doggedness we had, the contractile tissue of our legs, derived from the mesodermal layer of embryonic germ cells were beginning to cry happy, lactic acidic tears. The kids however, were adamant in spirit.
The light beam, which I will now call, starky, revealed the looming "sky" which towered over us. It stretched far into the horizontal horizon of space. The beam, shooting down from a higher darkness, seemed like a giant, golden, misplaced pillar, in a huge, dark hall. This stupendous mass of light was so dense, that it made our "world" seem so big, and us seem so small. The beam of light, or more affectionately known as starky, was so bright, that one could not even see what was on the other side.
However, the degree of light present, did nothing to its surrounding enemy; darkness. It seemed that darkness was fighting it with phenomenal pressure. The light which was so blinding to the eye, failed to reveal the slightest bit of landscape; hidden so timidly in the cloak of terror!
We could only catch the dead-black clouds, twirling in endless circles around starky. The air looked extremely pale and dead.
For days we ran towards it. Starky seemed to get smaller and smaller in diameter. Our hearts were trembling. What held it, the strength which fueled us on, started to diminish day by day. We started to grow tired. The fatigue ate into our bones; our limbs begun to strain amidst the spate of blood. Our careless eyes grew weary of our surroundings. The wretched mud that continually edged to cover us, was beginning to slow us down. It would eventually consume us. The bright aura we so blithe fully carried was now a dull, desolate, disconsolate cradle of sloth and pee.
We held on to our hope, the last drops of perseverance. However, it seemed that the closer we got to it, the smaller it became, until it was right in front of us, a small stint, stretching all the way into the highest heavens, or as a matter of fact, to the ends of our vision.
"A strange phenomenon!" Screamed lemiee.
Indeed it was. The further away the kids were from the starky, the bigger it got.
If they so much as stepped into the intricate spot that harboured the light, my guess is that it would disappear. Commented the scientists, who were being interviewed by channel news Asia's news reporter, alan jyoke.
By this time, a crowd was beginning to form. How large it finally got, no one knew, no one could see. We could only smell the inexhaustible effluvium that our dead flesh emitted.
As harmless as the theory seemed to be, no one dared to step in, for fear that the light would completely go out, leaving them all alone, shrouded by the very pitch black darkness that caused the extinction of euphoria. It was an Idea, or a past-reality no one wanted to live in again.
"Yipee!!!!" screamed Lemiee as he joyfully plunged into that tiny spot. All of a sudden, the brightness began to stretch out, as if being sheared by a great force, gradually growing like a slow wave; moving outward. The beam of light, became like a tent for Lemiee, cloaking him, as it kept on growing. The light just kept on going, consuming the darkness. The carriage of darkness looked like it was fleeing from the tsunami of hope. Whatever that was hidden before was subtly being revealed, like an emerging flower.
The pillar named, "STARKY!" yelled the delirious kids in the audience. Thats right kids! Conveyed the narrator. Back to the story
The pillar of light just kept growing. Lemiee found himself surrounded by a huge colosseum of light. Then, it kept growing until it was like a monumental fortress with golden, circular walls, reaching as far as the horizon. Then, it was like day time again.
Golden tears, began to swell in Lemiee's dirty, swollen eyes, like huge balls of glue. He stared into the open, as far as his myopia would allow. It was a forgotten sight, one that once held no value.
But wait! Said the narrator, where were his friends?
The devastating reality hit Lemiee square in the head. The impact was so great that he was out cold for at least 30 minutes. As the flutter of his starry gaze, tenderly refocused into the drunken daze of his impassion, he mustered all of his weak but extraordinary strength, and sat up.
He started to look........ "Where ever hope can be found!" screamed the kids in the audience.
No no, not this time children, conveyed the narrator.
Back to the story:
He started to look for his dear friends, but couldn't find anyone in sight. For endless miles he walked. The bright earth was but a desolate, barren desert.
The End
posted by Red @ 7:47 PM
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