What is Truth?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
What is your truth? Whether you've thought about it or not, this ambiguous short story will make you rethink the definition of who you are and where you stand in this seeming reality we live day to day referred to as life.

Submitted: May 10, 2015

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Submitted: May 10, 2015

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~~Truth as We “See” It

 ‘Twas a snowy, hopeful night on North Winter Street. Snow tumbled to the ground with silent trepidation. Clear crystals culminated atop roofs like translucent knives. Traceable tracks lay across lawns with naivety.  All was calm and all was still. 
 Particles of light found life in the dark with the flip of a switch. With fuzzy socks enclosing silken skin and one pink ribbon pinnacling back an abundance of wavy, blonde hair, Hope blinked her almond-shaped eyes. Shaken by her nightmare, she tried to grasp the cotton pillows and the blue-painted walls. A lingering smell of pine trees surrounded her like a billowing cloud. As Hope stretched for her brown glasses, she felt a stab of pain in her shoulder. She figured sleeping on her side caused it and continued to slip on the muddy-colored magnifiers at two in the morning. To rid the still-present fear, Hope cracked the spine of her favorite book, A Wild Escape, by C.W. Goodman. With child-like patience, she dived into the fictitious world of imagination.
Acres upon acres of frontage pummeled around Him. The pastoral landscape was comforting to the human eye. Within the maze of pine trees He stood. A silent, eerie-like aura decayed off of Him like a radioactive substance. The man, covered head to toe in silken black robes, floated atop the grassy dew much like the deities of heaven. He scanned the forest, scrutinizing the laziness of animals. Human trace imprinted the old snow. Boot tracks left carelessly on the ground contrasted sharply with the purity of nature itself.
Below the hill of pines, hollowed out of the limestone mass was a cave and from this cave protruded a deep darkness. It was the type of darkness that knows not what light is. It was the type that devoured particles of light with its overbearing ambiguity. This darkness trapped its contents in dark cells of wrath like prisoners. This entrance proved to be hidden to the naked human eye, for the truth within it was too much for the simple fragility of human emotions. As the limestone drizzled translucent water droplets, He hovered down through the pines in a mysterious cloud bubbling with intense energy. Upon the entrance of the camouflaged cave, He paused in midair. Feeling a tingle of familiarity run down the back of His spine, He slowly eased his weary, grim face to the left. His cobalt eyes lit with ecstasy at the sight of the cave for it could only be sensed by a select few. With calm ease, He sliced through the air towards the cave, not allowing the force of gravity to control Him. At the tip of the entrance, he glanced over his shoulder only to observe for one more second the reality weak human souls had the ability to see before being swept into The Darkness. During that one second, He felt only a pin prick of jealousy for the protection they were given, but without further thought, He faded into the uneasy comfort of the cave. 
 Slithering along the tunnel, He breathed in the nostalgic dewiness of the cave and felt the touch of sin inhale through his soulless body, lighting His lifeless light within. The deep darkness seemed to churn like the midnight sky as He levitated through, dragging with Him the burdens unseen by the human eye. All was calm and all was still.
 Outside the cave, one lone cloud floated silently through the ice-blue, winter sky. A small clump of snow tumbled to the ground as its perfect balance with the large pine was lost. A tree stump sat lifeless on the trodden ground. Once a great oak, the tree helped man navigate their way through the repetition of the pines. Now the bottom of its trunk lay rotting with age. Moss creeps along the soggy bark, strangling its last hold on to its youth. Time provided the only obstacle between reality and the unknown life after. The human eye chooses to see beauty and that beauty is truth.
 Light-footed and careful of her surroundings, she bounced through the pines with precise agility. Her fur coat billowed around her small frame, leaving room for the energetic youthfulness radiating off her body. Zipping past pines, her eyes darted back and forth, looking for any sign of danger, for she was told the pine forest was known for it. Passing a limestone form, she let her almond-shaped eyes admire the natural beauty of the wilderness and continued on her way. Having the attention span of a five year old, she, at times, lost focus and let her mind wander to places of unimportance. Often, she thought of Him and the mystery He encompassed. His unclear intentions enthralled her and often led her into puzzling confusion. A deep love for His depth was built up inside her, but she was unsure if He felt the same. Tearing her back to reality, she suddenly tripped on a large oak stump that resembled the helpless humility of a decaying carcass. Hitting the snowy ground with force, a searing spear of pain shot through her shoulder, causing her body to wither back and forth. Though the fuzz of her coat provided some protection, the fall still caused a protruding tree branch to impale her frail body, leaving her in a heap of skin and bones.
 From the hellish darkness, He awoke from the presence of death. With punctuality, He fell into the repetitive process of preparation by slipping on His robe and grabbing His translucent dagger out of thin air. Crawling out of the tunnel, He was shoved in the face with radiant light. It caused Him a temporary blindness that prevented Him from seeing clearly. Onward He continued with an apparent sixth sense for death. The pines seemed to bend away from His levitating form, yet nothing could ever obtain enough distance from Him to feel comfortable. With precision, He located the frail human body up ahead.
 With slow confidence, He glided towards the lifeless form. The white fur coat was now speckled with crimson red and He felt a greedy power overcome Him because He knew a pure and beautiful object was had been taken. Reaching the scene, He inhaled sharply at the sight. Awestruck, all that existed was a decayed carcass of an old oak tree. With alarmed confusion, He hurriedly scanned His surroundings. Pine tree upon pine tree erected from the ground monotonously, but just reaching the very corner of His muddled, brown eye, He seemed to spot a speckle of silken pink through the old white snow and lush, strangling strands of moss.


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