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Unattractive Twilight: A Micro-Story

Updated on April 15, 2012

A Brief Introduction

This is another personal writing that I am working on doing an animation based on. I might post the animation later, once I finish and compress it.

This is a really short one, but there's something about it that I still like. I hope you find something you like about it, as well.

Unattractive Twilight

I will never forget the day that you ruined my life forever. You told me that stars weren't magical. You said they were deathly, millions upon millions of miles away, and impossible to count. You took away my childhood, you ripped apart my memories. I used to sit for hours on my front lawn reaching out to grab the stars. I used to squint my eyes for days trying to count everything in the sky, and above all I used to wish upon every twinkle I saw. I believed in the Lion King and star souls, where my grandfather was up there watching me, or where my mother was sighing because she missed me so dearly. You told me they were balls of fire, inconceivably hot and incoherently miles away. You made me know something I would have lived better without. You took away the hope I had left, because what else was always there for me but the stars in the sky? But no, I was not so easy to fool. I refused your explanations, and I ignored your claims of such an unattractive twilight. I went home, convinced that I had erased your evil from my memory. But that night as I lay back to look at the stars, all I could see was flame and fire; all I could see was what you told me about, and all I could think of was how far away it all was. I lay in bed that night with nightmares of the stars crashing to the earth. Brilliant flame covered the ground and I was trapped among what I thought was the essence of a soul; and it was trying to kill me. You made me scared of the night sky outside my house and I never looked up at the stars again. I can't tell you if I'll forgive you, because I can't tell you if I'll ever be able to handle the truth. You should have let me dream and imagine; I could have been the stupid one with the silly dreams and impossible hopes. I would have lived blissfully in ignorance. But you didn't let me.

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      Marlene Bertrand 4 years ago from Northern California, USA

      Ignorance is bliss, isn't it? I remember all the stories I told my children about Santa Claus, the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy. I forgot about the one about the stars. Beautiful.

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