The worm and love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

What's life without hardship and choices. The romance and sacrifice we invest into each other, why? This short story was a simple idea, poor grammar I'm sure.... But suck it!

The Worm and Love

 

 

Isaac holds his sweet Joanna, her body getting colder and stiff. "So young.. Why..." He whispers to himself. He holds the corpse, slumped on his knees and his head draped over it. What can you do with a dead body other than bury it, nothing left now. Isaac flaps a long quilt over her and covers her face, he composes himself a little. Illness seemed common in this day and age, the plague came from the ships and spread like wildfire, and rats littered the streets. The chimneys outside puffed greasy tar like smoke and it only made the feeling of filth and disease feel more present. You can't really bother with the dead, mostly they're just thrown into the cart and burnt with the rest. 

Isaac shut the door softly, taking a moment to peer into the empty room and Joanna lying still. Her long dark hair peeking out of the quilt a bit, he just stared for what felt like forever. With his feet in some old ragged shoes, he stepped out into the disgusting atmosphere. He made his way the stables, preparing the horse and a small cart. After he hooked it all together, he just sat there, staring at the ground. The worms were coming up and wriggling wildly in the water, he cupped his cheek and gave an empty look to the earth. Nothing really mattered at that point, he'll get it too, soon enough. Suddenly and awful stench wafted towards him, it was the worms, they began to turn black and die. He didn't care about the smell when he saw that they seemed like they were brittle, like charcoal, crumbling in his hand. He began looking around and saw a trail, these Charcoal strands piled up at the entrance to the woods.

making his way through, stopping for a moment, rethinking the idea of charred worms. But the trail only grew darker and heavier with the little corpses. They all seemed to be alive at the end of the trail, the mouth of a cave. Lanterns were hung and a dim light and figure was made out. "Hello? Who are you? Why are these worms burnt?" He asked. The figure replied "to love someone is to walk blind is it not? I lead you here to give you a choice." Eerily slinking away from sight, isaac walks cautiously into the cave. "Come come, young man. Today is your lucky day!" The voice echoed through dim cavern. "What do you mean? Who are you!" Isaac shouted. "Just a bit closer and you shall see not only what I am, but what you want!" The voice replied.

isaac stopped when he could see a different, larger figure. It's body was like that of a snake, or some sort of centipede. The arms were small in number but still the sheer size of the monster was intimidating enough. "You have arrived at a crossroad in your life, Isaac." The figure spoke, the monsterous sounds coming out as it tried to make a human's voice. "What do you want from me?" Isaac started to back way, turning to look for the exit, missing. Walls surrounded them both. The figure revealed itself to be a creature with a human's face, a body of a worms and jagged arms. The face had a puzzled expression. Three doors stood infront of both of them. "I am Olaf, the king of worms. Isaac, I have witnessed the care and gentle treatment of your.. Lover. And so I have lead you here to give you a hand in solving your problem." The worm spoke. Bewildered, Isaac, could hardly breathe or move. "Please don't be alarmed, I will not harm you, that will be your choice." He spoke again. Isaac snapped to his senses, "how do you plan to help me?" 

Olaf gives a ominous smile and wriggles towards the doors,"I give you three doors, you may open only one. I will tell you what lies behind each." 

"What if I don't want to open any, what if I want to leave?" Isaac asks. "Then your precious Joanna will never wake up again." Olaf frowns. With hesitating he continues, "The first door here opens up to a clean world, no diseases at all, you will live happily and you will be healthy until your Time comes. However Joanna will not exist." The door creaked, the noises behind it sounded like birds chirping and children playing. "This next door opens to a time when the disease has not yet reached the town, and you will have Joanna. She will still die however, the time of her death is still the same and will always be." The door made not a sound he had ever heard, like all the music in the world was being played backwards. "The final door.." Olaf pauses, taking a breath, almost shuddering. "-opens to your doom, Isaac. You will die and she will come back to life. If you choose this door, know that your fate is sealed." Olaf moves away and gestures him to choose. "What did you mean when you said I was walking blind?" Isaac asks. "Well it's true, you quit your daily routine and gave all of your time to this other person, like she was bewitching you." Olaf replies. "I never understood why humans would willingly choose to give their time, especially when they now have so little of it." 

Isaac looked down at the ground for a moment, it seemed the worm was right. So why did he still want to choose, was he still bewitched or just not thinking? "I'm going through this door." Isaac stands infront of the third door, not a sound came from the other side, and the door itself gave a cold chill down his spine. "Do you think this will solve your problem? You will die and she will live, it won't make a difference." Olaf urged him to choose another. "I don't mind it." Isaac replied sternly, "love is blind for awhile, yes, but not forever. I was still happy." He clenches the ice cold door knob, his body heaving air and shivering. "even if my time is about to run-" the door swings open and Isaac shuts his eyes. 

"is that so.." Olaf replies to the Isaac, clutching the open door. His eyes still squeezed shut.  His breathing still wild, he peeked a little. Nothing, nothing lay on the other side of this door. Isaacs jaw drops. "I suppose you may be right, you chose death over things that could've saved you from this pitiful world." Olaf shuts the door. "Why aren't I dead?" Isaac hesitates. "You will die, Isaac, one day." Olaf looks him in the eyes, "but you have chosen selflessness, not the most profitable choice, but what's done is done. Leave." The worm points to a pathway through the caverns. 'Nothing happened' he thought, 'I could've lived in a world with no disease!' He continued to think as he made his way to the exit. The horse and cart he prepared held the lifeless Joanna. Perplexed at first on how it got there, he stopped caring when her arms started to move again. 

 

The End

 


Submitted: April 24, 2015

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