The Escape

Sometimes, when I am in my room and I feel down, I look out the window and I wish I was outside. But there still is so much to do. I cannot leave, because they will say I am not responsible. They will say I have to be elegant, and honourable.1

But I don't want to be. I just want to run 'till my legs give up, I want to feel the wind. I am not responsible. Maybe I will ruin my future, but what bad can there be in a walk? I'd say none... And I can make up many reasons, but I won't. That's like I am defending myself.2

So I go downstairs. Nobody is there, my mother is on the telephone. Okay, this is my chance. I cross the kitchen and leave the house. Oh, wait! Perhaps the dog likes to go with me... They won't miss him, for that little hour. I get a bike out of the shed and head for the woods.3

We've got wonderful woods here, I really love them. They're on hills. And in this country there aren't much hills. I realize I am very lucky to live here. Sometimes it is boring, but I would hate living in a big city. It's so peaceful here.4

It was cold, but the sun starts to shine. I feel the tickling feeling deep inside. I'd like to sing a song, but most songs I know are not happy enough. So I just sing... About the sun, about the wind and about how I love nature. I feel no love for humans, but I feel deep affection for everything humans did not create. 5

I reach the woods and lock my bike. I start walking, and I smile. The dog is so happy to be out. He's so simple, but he's happy. And isn't that the goal of all? I lie on a hill and stare at the sky. The feeling grows stronger. I'd like to dance, run... Do whatever that takes much energy. But all I do is lie still. I just feel the energy. It feels like there are... things around. Spirits, ghosts. Maybe the God I do not believe in. They're all smiling at me.6

I don't know for how long I've been lying there, but I think it's time to go back. As I enter the kitchen door, my mother is starting to ask a question, but she doesn't finish it. She sees the smile on my face. I don't smile much... But I think the energy I felt today will make me smile for a few days.7

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Well, a story about what makes me happy.

I tried to explain what I feel when I (think I) am happy. Not sure it worked out. But anyway.

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  • -Lost Words-
    February 28, 2006
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    thanks...

    yeah, you know, spiritual things and God... can't those be different? God does not need to exist ... we still can have spirits... I don't know... I'm thinking about it

    thank you


  • Mari Goes
    February 28, 2006
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    I could say you surprised me with this very happy story, but you didn't, not really. I knew you must had something happy to write about
    You see, even in days when we think a smile would never show up on our faces, suddenly there it is, it comes spontaneous, without we forcing it.
    There are many things in life we can be happy with, and nature is a great source of happiness.
    I liked it how you made of this 'diary', a vivid story, full of details.

    But all I do is lie still. I just feel the energy. It feels like there are... things around. Spirits, ghosts. Maybe the God I do not believe in. They're all smiling at me.

    It seems that when you're happy you question your disbelief for spiritual things
    This is a very good post, specially when English isn't your first language.
    Well done!
    Thanks and all the best to you
    Mari


  • Sir Ima Cucumber
    February 25, 2006
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    Last paragraqph, second sentence: I think you mean, "As" onstead of "if."

    I'm impressed. This is the second exceptional story I've read in this contest. Your story shows the skills of a poet, there is certainly a poetic tone to this tale. There is also a nice understated philosophy, and better yet, it's a serious story that is yet presented without theatrics or unrealistic situations.

    It's a well written story but the last sentence could be clearer. I think the average reader will be confused by it. Maybe make it clearer that you mean you could smile for a few days.

    You've captured the essence of this contest by showing intelligently the positive while also showing that you understand the negative side of life. Once again I'm impressed.

    I also liked this bit of logic:

    \He's so simple, but he's happy. And isn't that the goal of all?\

    Almost all good fiction makes a statement of some kind...and your theme of "simplicity equaling happiness" is well drawn.

    I think it's an excellent story.


  • -Lost Words-
    February 25, 2006
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    thanks...

    I'm starting to write more stories... I like it

  • Driftwood
    February 25, 2006
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    I think this is a wonderful story. Sad, yet happy at the same time. This is great!! I think you've got a tallent on this type of write and would love to read more like this. This write gives off great vibes of one searching for self gratification when they don't seem to find it in other ways. Always a good idea an step back and enjoy the things that make you the most happy. Agian, I thought this was a great write, and pleas keep on penning, I know there's more in there. Gary

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