Memories of a Gnu

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the life of a gnu, from the point of view of a gnu, narrated by a gnu.

Submitted: October 08, 2018

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Pragmatically ruminating the last bitten green fibers that are so scarce here attempting to feed a hunger that never ceases.
I feel the warm sun on my back. Slightly sensing the light tickling of birds, helping me get rid of the parasites that torment my skin all over,
the hot wind blowing on the sides of my body. I feel content just for being alive I don't ask for much and life makes sure I want for nothing.
 Life gives me what I need and I return it by existing gratefully, unconsciously making up for my part in the cycle of life. In seconds my heart beats gradually hasten, in advance of me. Silence. Too silent. I keep eating. Weakly a small dry branch breaks. My small eyes automatically follow my quick ears. In the distance, a turf of grass came to life as a faint sandish-yellow stain slowly moves in dissonance with the rest of the veggetation. I freeze. It is not edible. Something disguising as food. Suddenly the shape of eyes that devour me alive begins to give this puzzle some sense. A favorable breeze warns me, bringing the odor of decay and death, of a thousand victims that can be felt from far away. Loudly thudding on the dry soil another more experienced relative wittingly or unwittingly sounds the alarm for everyone else. "Your doom is before you!". Somehow now freed from the spell of fear that froze me, but not from fear itself it is not possible to hear nothing but the sound of my own roofs attempting to mingle with the other feet,  in instinct. It seems the pressure of surviving makes my feet slower the more I ran for my life the slower I move. I can see the fear on the gnus hastening with me. Emerging
from my right leg the pain now is almost unbearable because of the muscle movements pulling the skin just above it,
reminding me how I was wounded in a stamped days before. I can feel myself falling behind. My mates no longer surround me,
unable to keep up them. Now I found myself running side by side with the old and the young that are too weak to fit in the middle of the myriad. I know I am falling behind. My leg muscles and front begin to strain. I shouldn't have hurt myself. Stampedes are common and random, however, some are false alarms. My kin gets startled easily since any slight noise could mean your end.
 Everybody runs for its life so eventually, a body clashes with another's horns. Now I know the real reason of stampedes, every time I just ran along without knowing why and it behind me is the reason. Concentrating on whatever is in front of me I can no longer smell the back of another gnu but freshly digested ivy and grass mingled with all the soil particles that are being raised in the air.  The dust
is making it difficult to see whatever is before me it makes it difficult to keep my eyes open and silhouettes are the only thing guiding my directions. Just when I thought it is getting hard to keep up I trip. The few seconds were taken to rediscover outlines in the dust which disappeared. My only guidance comes from desperate roofs and horns clashing against each other.
Muscle cramps and it's hard to breathe but I automatically attempt in catching up with everyone else's pace. In dangerous distance another pair of devouring eyes suddenly cannily cut off in front of me, towards me making me descend in my route . It cunningly delayed me . It is not affordable to look behind however at the same time I feel the need to know if the eyes are still in a safe range. It is not. Even more. Have no time to ponder
if I am willing to race this unbearable pain into fainting or to stop and challenge those greedy eyes. Greedy for what I don't know, for something for sure that keeps me running, and ironically what is keeping me alive means the death of me. My heart freezes. Excruciating pain. It is coming from my right leg. My strong limbs movements are slowed down by sharpest pains on my sides and the small wound now is agonizing pain. I cannot contain my screams, maybe trying to communicate the throe to the sandish-yellow stain behind me, in vain. What have I done wrong? Perhaps the grass beneath was nurturing for many nights and days finally stood up for itself and it's kindred after years of helplessness. Maybe I shouldn't have let myself get wounded in that late stampede. As life's last gift everything motions slowly my enlarged eyes detect each dust particle as the smell of death and dust engulfs me. My elbow hits the dry ground with a loud thump, followed by the rest of my body as I  grip and grasp my last step. There's no way to keep running, any more or to kick. The blurry sky above me blinds me it's warmness is now consuming me with its heat. It seems time stopped, there's only pain. Seeking the sounds of my kin, I think I am still screaming. In abrupt neck pain, I listen to the sound of my jugular bursting open whereas I feel another presence consuming the pain that comes from my hinder leg and another at my minor wounds at my lower loin as I am eaten alive. I try to scream but there's only pain. As I am fading away I realize now my death sentence. Hunger...No. Life.


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