Desperation Expanse

An inmense expansion of water occupied the valley where his home had once been. When he saw that, a feeling of loss as big as the lake that stood before him overcame him.

He fell down to his knees gasping for breath, and he could not move until, half an hour later, the grey clouds heavy with rain began to let go of their cargo.

He jumped up when he felt the pressure of a hand on his shoulder. The face of an old woman met his searching eyes when he turned, a sad smile spread across her lips. Without a word, as if both strangers had singned a silent pact, they leant over each other's shoulder, dropped to the ground, and burst into tears.

***

Lucy was the woman's name. Tom spent the next months of his life with her, trying to save what was left of their lives. But Lucy's body was not as strong as Tom's, and when death took her, it came as no suprise. A simple ritual was all Tom could offer her for her funeral. He left feeling much worse than when he came, but somehow, Lucy's prencence lived on within him, giving him something to hang on to in his sea of sorrow.

Sunlight room.

Walking down the corridor, lined with several doors, which time has marked as it has gone by, there is one last room. This room is a classroom, like all the others. But this classroom hides a treasure in it's center.



The door opens, and an old blackboard comes into view, old notes are scribbled on it in chalk, and faint cracks line the frame that holds it to the wall. Facing this board are thirty small tables posed in chaotic order. The teacher's desk has been pulled out of it's place, pushing some of the smaller tables out of their place. Books lay strewn upon the floor as if someone had thrown them around in some random spout of anger. And under the table is a small boy of about twelve years with his head against the hard wood of the interior of the table. He looks up, as if he had seen something, and then, with a sigh, slides down to a fetal position on the ground. Abruptly, his shoulders scrunch up and his whole body begins to tremble, a few sobs escape his lips. He extends his hands up as if trying to reach a rope to pull himself out from some terrible harm, but his skin only touches the old wood from the table, and it's not long before it falls again by his side.

A tower

The original piece was writen on my table in class, eventually I had to rub it out, but I copied it down before of course. This is the error-free version.


I paced up and down the spiral stairway.
I was in a house, I think. But not just any house, it was an inmense mansion
crowned with a huge prominent tower. That was where I was now.
The steps that led to the top were white marble, the kind where the different minerals are visible and run across it forming spectacular webs of colour.

I tripped. It was about the third time i'd donde that since I set foot on the stairway.
I began to climb up distractedly, hardly noticing I was doing it. So absorbed was I by my own thoughts, I barely looked where I was going. At last, when I managed to snap out of my stupor and looked ahead, I was able to see a faint light. Sunlight.

***

The last step, and I was there.

A beautiful mirrored room surrounded me.

It had been built in a special way so that the sunlight would reflect it's way everywhere,

chasing out the shadows with it's brilliant luminescence.

I started to walk towards the other side of the room. Something had caught my eye.

It was a window. The only window in the tower.

And as I continued to walk, my body blocked the light, plunging the whole space into darkness.

Startled by the sudden change, I stepped back, leting the golden light back in,

and for the first time in three years, I smiled.

Witches Longing

This one I wrote a long time ago, when I was fucking tired of the city and people in general.I was also very young. So there's the context. I think it came out quite well...

I walk the forest's path once more

looking, searching, for the one that will free me from my pain

My strengh is drained, my magick failing,

my only hope lies in the forest.

Then I see it, then I feel it.

The thousand sparks of light and energy,

they float around me, healing, renewing, the forest spirit.

We dance all night, under the full moon,

the Goddess is watching over us, now and until the end of time.

But then it ends, too soon it ends,

the night and the stars disappear and the day comes,

time to leave.

I return to the city, but happy,

knowing I will return to a place with no barriers,

no discrimination, no pain, and no doubts.

I'll always thank the Forest Spirit,

I'm grateful for ever.

Introduction

This Blog page has been created by me, Savage Forest to upload the enormous cuantity of short stories I have been writing lately and that are much easier to manage on the screen. Anyone is quite welcome to read them, but I will warn you most of them will probably make no se sense to you for the simple reason that you are not me. However, you might be able to relate to one or two of them (If you're lucky) so it's not such a waste of time.

I can write both in spanish and in english, but most of this is going to be in the latter since nearly all my stories are writen in english. So, enjoy, or whatever, just don't bother me if you're going to criticise,the internet is supposed to be free.

Savage Forest.