The Serpentine Path

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story was written during a practise writing examination that had an accompanying stimulus. The stimulus was a box.And so this object, or rather, what's in it, begins the climax of the story.

Submitted: December 22, 2011

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Simon Carrick felt like he was at the brink of the world. The scenes around him were extravagant, the expanse of forestry once again demonstrating the wonders of nature. Simon had detached himself from the school trip and began a dangerous climb to the top of Mount Rushmore. Now that he was here he felt it had been worth the trouble. He noticed his friends trudging slowly beneath him and sniggered. He decided to explore more. That was when he found the box.
It wasn't an ordinary box. It seemed so perfect, yet brimming with evil. A temptation welled inside him and he crept forward. He pulled the lid of the box off and gasped in surprise. There, lying dormant at the bottom of the box, was the most mesmerizing serpent he had ever seen. Its skin didn't appear scaly; instead, it rippled like a gentle ocean and shone like gold. Every single colour seemed to be embedded on the skin, with every possible design etched on it. His fingers trembled forward. He wanted to touch the snake. The serpent emanated a beautiful sense of evil, which enticed Simon to come closer. His fingers gently came into contact with its skin and Simon felt exhilaration and a neverending flow of happiness coursing through him. Suddenly the serpent sprang up and hissed. Simon's emotions disappeared and were replaced by fear. He stumbled backwards and found himself falling. 
He landed in another box. He screamed for help but every sound ricocheted back to him. Then he felt himself being scrunched up and absorbed through a void. 
“Noooo!” he screamed and closed his eyes.
When he opened them he found himself in a quiet, unmoving world. Everything was black, except for a tinge of blue and green in the distance. Simon desperately swam towards it, his eyes pleading for answers. As he came closer he saw Earth as it would be viewed from outer space. It was immensely bigger than him but Simon felt in control, like he could just reach out and grab it. He absorbed its beauty, its richness. He remembered the sights of the wonderful world, the world that he cherished before being whisked away to this silent environment. He took a deep breath. Suddenly the serpent appeared and bit into his ankle. Simon cried out and collapsed. He saw the serpent slither rhythmically towards Earth and pause. 

“What are you going to do?” Simon asked fearfully, clutching his ankle that was bleeding profusely. But there was no pain, only numbness and peace. He watched the serpent. It stared back at him, its eyes glinting. They showed no emotions. Was it kindness, cruelty? Simon couldn’t tell. He opened his mouth to speak but the serpent suddenly geared into action and began to devour the Earth. Simon yelled for it to stop but it wouldn’t listen. Simon felt himself losing strength. The Earth slowly dwindled into nothingness as the serpent swallowed it and slinked off. Simon realized what had happened. He had released death into the world. Now, he was the only one left. He stared at the slithering snake and expected to be filled with hatred but he felt an affinity for it instead. He caught up with the serpent and together they traveled the endless serpentine path.

Simon thought he had released death into the world but he was wrong. It was the exact opposite. Back on the still intact Earth a group of students and tourists were huddled around a body of a young boy. One person was talking frantically on the phone and the students were crying. 
“How did this happen?” someone whimpered.
“It’s tragic, really. This boy fell from the top, right up there,” a person replied.
Everyone stared at the unmoving body. Simon’s eyes were closed. Beside him was an undamaged box. 


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