And Night never passing to Day...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The protagonist decides to go for a short noctivagant, or night hike, planning to be home by one o'clock, but things don't go quite as planned...

Submitted: October 15, 2010

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The mountain is supposed to have a ring fort at the top. It doesn't. I've found the ring fort, but not the top. The barometer on my watch has no reading, the hand just keeps spinning. I am also unable to tell the time, though I estimate it at about two in the morning. Earlier this evening I decided to go for a noctivagant or a night hike to those less educated in the field of language. It was nearing eleven by the time I left my dwellings and there was only a half hour before the stroke of midnight was due to sound by the I time I reached my destination but the mountain, or hill, as you may wish call it, would have taken a mere thirty minutes to scale had it been normal circumstances and I was planning to be home near the hour of one o'clock. But everything did not go as planned, as you have likely already guessed, taking into consideration the fact that I am still trapped on this blasted mountain. I climbed and climbed. Steep cliff, flat plateau. Steep cliff, flat plateau. There they are, like giant's steps, carved into the mountain side. I got to the ring fort, I walked into it because I would most likely be sheltered from the wind in there, but as I stepped out I noticed another step in the distance. I was surprised at first because I had climbed the mountain many times before and I knew for sure that the great ring of rock that I had previously been sheltered by was at the very top of the mountain, but after a moment of consideration I decided that it was most probably another hill behind this one, I walked up to it to, as Shakespeare writes in his play Macbeth, \"make assurance double sure.\" Yet to my dismay I found myself up against another treacherous cliff face. I hastily scaled it and was faced with the black silhouette of another. I rushed at it and quickly ascended it. Things continued in this manner until I collapsed, exhausted. After I thought about this impossible problem for a moment I concluded to continue my expedition yet this time down the mountain, because if I had started at the bottom then it must still be there. In this new light of things I started of down the mountain. I passed the fort and the giant's road on my descent. It wasn't really a giants road, I just call it that for it is huge, with enormous stone walls on each side. Luckily these are knocked over in places to let people, such as me, pass. It is really an old road for farmers but it is seldom used in these modern times. I walked for over an hour, or so it seemed, before I realized that I could no longer see the city lights twinkling in the distance. I convinced myself that they were most likely hidden by cloud or fog. I also realized that I should have reached the level, paved, ground of the road by now and decided to climb back up to the giants pathway and follow that, because that must lead to something if the farmers had used it. It really did look like a road giants had used and to back up that observance it had a track on either side that couldn't both have been made by cars for the gap between the two is too big. I resolved to take a break there admire the scenery. \"What an awe inspiring night sky,\" I thought out loud. I lay on the ground, mesmerized by the shining stars, not a plane passed in the time that I lay there, it was strange but not that improbable. I then remembered where I was and, with a sinking feeling of dread , continued on what seemed my never ending journey on this confounded mountain. So that brings me to now, still walking along this road, maybe I should just stop and wait for morning. No, that would feel too much like giving up, and giving up would mean lying down in the middle of the road and having my corpse found by passing human days later. No, I am going to continue, I will keep walking until my legs give out or some other misfortune should befall me. As I walk I think to the fact that I am not hungry nor thirsty, and even though I had been walking for hours at this point I could find no trace of pain in my legs. I started to sprint, after ten minutes of this I stopped, but not to catch my breath or rest my aching limbs because my breath is going freely in and out of my lungs at its regular pace and my legs are exempt of hurt. It felt amazing to be able to run without being hindered by any mortal attributes. I started to run again, I ran for miles. I forgot everything: the mountain, my despair, even my quest to get off the dreaded hill. But when I stopped it all came rushing back, and for the first time in ten years, I cried. But once the weeping subsided I returned to my usual, rational, self and decided that even if I was trapped here forever it wouldn't be that bad. With infinite strength and no sense of hunger, and a never ending mountain meant never ending possibilities of exploration. So thus I resided on the mountain, roaming and exploring. Never feeling hunger nor pain, never aging a minute, and night never passing to day.


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