Dec 17 2015

#WEPFF Sci-Fi short story – Holiday Celebrations That Are Out of This World

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I never knew how beautiful my home was until I saw it after having been away for a third of my life. So imagine my terror when I crossed the Moahchuck point and discovered two paths where there should have been one, each leading to my home. I shield my eyes from the overhead brightness as I struggle to come up with a logical explanation for this double vision. Then my heart skips a beat. Its desire, the one I’ve been longing to see, the reason I kept fighting— runs toward me. In duplicate.

“This way! Hurry. Your home is here, with me. I know you know it,” yells the one on the left.

“Over here! You are dead in that realm. I know what you’re seeing. Don’t trust anyone from that side. Survival depends on making the correct choice.” The one the right extends a hand, waiting for me to take it.

“You’re hesitating,” left one says. A tear slides out with the next words, “Death. You see the realm of the dead, and the reaper is disguised as me. I saw it too, but my reaper was you. But I knew it couldn’t be true. That’s how I survived. Please, Love, know who I am. Use your heart.”

Right gives a head shake. “Don’t listen to whoever you hear from over there. Going there will certainly mean that you are dead, too. None of the living can walk among the dead.”

A fair point. The one thing that all the battles taught me was that the living and the dead could not mix. But what happened to the dead was a mystery, one that had been debated since our species had a language to debate with. The latest war might well have been over that very question. I’m just a warrior— the reason for the fight didn’t matter that much during the actual battle. It wasn’t as if there would ever be a real winner. Wars end when someone not covered in the stink of death decides that enough lives have been sacrificed.

What those of us on that final battlefield feared was not death from the other side. We were more concerned with the purple light. It hit bodies from both sides, leaving them mostly dead. Mostly, because the medical teams couldn’t fully confirm they were dead. Even the ones who had a head on one slab and a body on the other. To my understanding, that was dead. Having no head should equal dead. But that light was cruel.

Standing here, listening to my duplicated love argue my path, I know why they were neither dead or alive. The war isn’t over. I haven’t been released to go home in time for the New Holiday. The purple light must have hit me.

– J Lenni Dorner
December 17, 2015

Word Count 466 FCA

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  1. Dark, scary – and amazing.
    I particularly liked the poignant truth in ‘Wars end when someone not covered in the stink of death decides that enough lives have been sacrificed.’
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  2. What a frightening story, I would fall for the one that’s crying. A choice must be made, right? Evil purple light, a zombie creator.

    I agree with EC, that is the truth, even today, as politicians scream for boots on the ground, I say take up those arms you so heartily desire and put your own boots on the ground. Sorry, got carried away with the stink of war.

    Thanks for participating in the WEP December Holiday Celebrations with a sci-fi touch. This was an excellent entry.

    Wishing you and yours a very Merry Holiday and a prosperous and peace-filled New Year!
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  3. Scary, really scary. Hopefully, none of us will come to that.

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    • desk49 on December 18, 2015 at 12:08 AM

    War never ends
    War is eternal
    Life will end
    Death is forever

    Yet we take what we have little of and throw it away as we glorify the unknown.

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    • Denise on December 18, 2015 at 6:25 AM

    This is one scary story JLenni. Choosing the right path and avoiding the blue light would be all important. A world where it’s hard to know who’s dead and who’s alive. You have fitted a lot in few words.

    Thanks for participating in the WEP hop again.

    Merry Christmas and peace!

    Denise:-)

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  4. It is an individual approach. Your blog is neat and orderly, which helps the reader grasp it. There are many things about it which are of merit. For example, I see you are showing a Tip of the Day, which is much like a bonus for your visitors. I’m responding as a fellow member of the WEP end-of-year challenge, and since the timing is just about perfect, I am trying to write comments for as many of the entrants as possible. I can see your story is different than other participants writing sci-fi for the holidays, and perhaps yours is specifically fabulous for the sake of being more than a little ingenious and much more than random words which fit the mold of good times and celebrations. It is obvious you are writing about death, which, if I can take this opportunity to demonstrate what I think I understand, that death is expressed as an antidote or remedy to holiday cheer, as though you have lost someone. You seem to be think about tragedy. I guess what is evident is depth of character, because you have a significant handle on loss and death of someone dear to you come the holidays. I realize it is fiction. By the way, merry Christmas, and have a happy New Year. Good luck!
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    1. Thank you for your fantastic insight. You’d make one fantastic beta reader!
      Honestly, this story just came from a creepy writing prompt. But I enjoy your insightful take.
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    • dolorah on December 19, 2015 at 1:30 AM

    Ah yes, fear the purple light!! That was way cool J Lenni. Quite the dilemma.

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  5. Temptation and confusion. This was fun to read, but I wouldn’t want to face that situation. . .Who’s who? This story seemed to have a bit of the style of Hitchcock. Well done, Hope your holidays are great!
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    • desk49 on December 20, 2015 at 2:30 PM

    These paths I’m told, is it so
    Do they lead to worlds unknown
    I’m called to walk it, with you alone
    Those path, where do they go

    Will life or death, along them I find
    Around me there arms have entwined
    This paths you’d showed me in my mind
    Must I walk them on a strait and narrow line

    Remember the two paths I’ve viewed
    Will one be more traveled
    Or only treaded, by a few
    Which of them I have no clue

    Are these the only paths I get to see
    Just the two before me on them I can go
    These questions are driving me insane
    No one it seems can answer this for me

    Those path, I wonder where they going
    Will life or death, on it I find
    Yes only two paths I will ever get to see
    On one of these path, I must now go

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  6. This is totally different. Made me think. Loved it.
    Nancy

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