Senses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Senses was a short story I wrote as an assignment in English class.This is an elaboration which speaks more so about the background of the realm and the every man.It speaks of a realm where many men are exiled to because there lives were full of regret.

Submitted: October 08, 2013

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It happened. Perhaps less than a moment ago. No one could have predicted it however. As it occurred so abruptly. The life of this "every man" was ended. Sad to think that it happened as he was on his way home to see his family. Considering where he is now that’s probably all he's thinking about. This is definitely not what he expected to see after he died, but then again he probably didn't expect to die so young in his early thirties. Disappointing to think about what he did before the car crash that led him to be here. What if he hadn't got into the car and chose to work overtime? What if he decided to use a sick day and spend the day with his energetic young children? Alas most of humanities lives are a big game of what if. The human mind from what I've seen is full of wonder and curiosity, but also filled with regret and remorse. Still I prefer to not make judgments for I am just an observer of this place.

I look over what seems perfect land, not terrorized by humans. It is truly a land of perfect harmony. The "every man" had been looking around for awhile now, he hadn't made a decision to move out of fear of this foreign land. He surely didn't expect his afterlife to be like this. Well after people "get" out of here I do not know what happens to them, one day I will venture forth to learn of what does. Anyway the man seems to be taking in the area around him, taking in the wondrous smell of nature. He gets on the ground and feels the grass. It is perfectly cut, as he trips for a brief moment he feels the ground. He makes a remark to himself on it feeling "like a bed of roses”. Suddenly he hurries up quickly as the wind blows its harmonic tune through his ears. The sound was a perfect melody that no human could describe after hearing it. No human alive would ever hear it, as the perfect melody only exists in this realm.

After snapping out of the state of complete peace he gathers up the courage despite his seemingly overwhelming fear to explore this land. Curiosity, one of mankind's greatest assets. Without this I wonder how the world would look. The longer the man ventured forth the more tiresome he grew.  Eventually to his glee he spotted a tree and a spring in the distance. Although it also added to his almost terrified level of fear. He moved slowly and very cautiously towards the tree. Once he reaches it he loosens up, and the first thing he does is feel the tree. It was a very large tree indeed, nearly tripling his height. The man wonders why he couldn't see it from a greater distance; he had in his mind that he had great eyes! After seeing this I knew what would happen would feel worse than his death. Anyway the man had never felt a tree like this before. This tree was harder than any steel and it was much stronger than any tree on earth despite being smaller than some. The surprising feel of the tree actually calmed the man more so. He wanted to feel the leaves so he attempted to climb the tree, but it did not work as the tree was way too flat for any person to climb and adding in the tree's height touching the leaves had become an impossibility. He decided that he'd try out the spring next.

The man didn't hesitate and he plopped himself in the spring. The water was perfectly temperature for the man. When he first felt the water he had received a formal invitation instantly to get in, which he gladly accepted. He felt great embrace and happiness one feels when they hug a loved one. Eventually he succumbed to the water and lay down in the water. After minutes of outstanding silence something piques his interest. He feels a sudden urge to taste the water. He took some water in his cupped hands and drank it. This surprised him more than the tree and almost anything else that had happened here so far. The water was sweet, much sweeter than any cake. It made the man's taste buds dance as he was overcome by a smile. And as this happened the wind started up again.

This time around it was much more rapid. You could see as it pushed much harder again the grass. It pressed hard against the grass whistles. This sound however was more profound than before, the symphonic sound could resurrect a dead man. The man felt disturbed slightly, he didn't think he had a need to feel disturbed. However he would soon find out he was wrong. The winds sound got lower and lower until it inevitably stopped, it was continuing but the man hadn't known that. Unmoved by the stopping of the wind he had decided to get out of the spring. He tried to clean up against the tree but jumped away. He was startled by the strange feeling he got from the tree, as he felt up the tree he noticed he began losing feeling in his actual body. And that is where the panic started.

He couldn't hear or feel but he knew his heart was racing right now. He yelled out "Why is this happening" expecting a response. It did not matter he was deaf now. He scurried towards the spring and drove his head into it. No matter how much of the sweet spring water he took in it didn't matter as he could no longer taste it. Three of the man's five senses were gone, but the man still had hope that he could cling on to his final two. He prevented himself from smelling the air for quite some time until the man's curiosity attacked him. He attempted to smell the beauty of nature, but it didn't matter as he couldn't smell anymore. He almost collapsed at the thought of roaming around this land without his senses. It was so foreign to him, and he spent so much time at this spring he has no idea what else is out there. He started running; as he was running his eyes began to close. He didn't want to waste the beauty of the spring on someone who couldn't enjoy it. He kept running without his senses for somebody or something anywhere.

As he ran his thoughts of his family entered his mind again. This is common in most people that are forced here. Most of the people’s lives that are brought here are filled with regret. I ponder what some of these people's regrets were. It seems my curiosity is much like humanity’s. What else am I to do? My time is spent watching sorrowful people run tirelessly through this beautiful land for eternity looking for anything to help them.


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