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She looked at the abyss opening right before her feet. Deep inside of her, the same words echoed, over and over again “you’re so special to me. I’ve never felt anything like this”.

Yeah, words are so easily said, aren’t they ? And in a way, she understood. Of course we ALL are special to everyone we relate to, we all have roles to play in one another’s lives. So what ? Does that really mean anything special ?

Hands over her ears, she shouted out loud to stop those words. She knew they didn’t have the meaning she wanted them to have, she knew they wouldn’t lead her anywhere. She found herself fighting her dead ends, her own feelings and felt trapped again.

The voices only kept making themselves loud and clearer. “I love you”, they kept saying “why don’t you believe me?”. She didn’t. She had been there and new all about meaningless words that didn’t actually turn into actions.

So she took a step on and left herself fall in the abyss.


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The hybrid looked at the stairs that went up and up and for a moment he hesitated. Around him, the world was a pure blank cloud, which hardly let him guess what would be next to the few dark steps he could notice amongst the mist. Very hesitantly, he stepped on the first one… and waited. Nothing seemed to have happened, even though he could be almost sure that the steps were not grounded in any solid basis, just suspended in the air. Then he risked another step, somewhat more confident of himself, and then a third one.

When he got to the fourth step, his bare feet were used already to the rough texture of those strange steps, connected amongst each other and yet not in a physical sort of way. He just had a feeling that something held them together… a powerful will, of an imaginative creator of sorts.

Step after step, up he went through the stairways. Like a spiral going up and up, he had no idea where they were leading him to – but now it was too late to go back, the steps seemed to melt as soon as he took the next one. He mumbled softly ‘I know, I have to move forwards, so the only way is up”. He found himself walking faster and faster, an anxiety growing deep inside of his heart which beat at the same rhythm of his feet, each time quicker. Now, he simply had to know where that path ended.

Along the way, he crossed some other vague figures, hardly perceived among the midst. Some of them were sitting on one of the steps and he nearly stumbled on them. Others were cheerfully singing and dancing in small groups. He could even hear the footsteps of someone climbing up just after him, with the same stubborn and ever faster pace. He didn’t care, was not really interested in stopping and waiting for that other one, didn’t want to know that other person and even less to climb the stairways together. That was a journey of him alone, thus the mere presence of others were totally indifferent and almost surreal. All he cared for was… what would be at the very top of all those stairs ?

A door stood there, before him. Dark as a moonless night, made quite a contrast amongst the midst. Something in that shut, quiet and mute door frightened him, and made him wonder if he should even open it. Was this the mission he was supposed to achieve ? Was this the end of the quest he had gone through all his entire life ?

A sudden blow of wind opened the door for him, and pushed him inside.

‘Inside of what?’ was his first thought, just because the place seemed to be totally desert, not even letting him know either he founded himself inside a room or somewhere outside. The wind had stopped, and had been replaced by a far away soft line of musical notes putted together as if by hazzard. Not being sure where he was stepping on, he dared a couple moves onwards, and noticed the musical notes started to make some kind of sense. The more he walked in (or out?), the more he realized he was in fact listening to song after song… music as he had never listened to before.

He closed his eyes and knew then. He was the wolf man and had to use all his senses – in time, he was now certain, he would use all twenty of them. But for now, he only had to use his ears and let himself float in this new unknown musical world where each and every note came from no other place than from inside of him.

(Story inspired and based on the pictures above all of them by Rio K.). Thanks, sweetie !

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The jungler

The sudden beat of drums started so suddenly that she almost jumped on her feet.

She had been trying to find hr way out of the jungle for so long, she couldn’t even remember for how long she had been lost.

The drums became louder and then got interrupted by a sudden scream. Not sure whether it came form a human throat or another kind of entity, she carefully drew closer, led by her curiosity and hide among the thick bushes.

At first she could only notice a campfire. Then, she notices some vague figures sitting around and finally she realised they were all males, of different ages. There were really young child and old looking man as well.

The scream, however, had come from the eldest of them, standing beside the campfire, in the middle of the circle formed by the other sitting males.

She looked around and wondered if there was even another female soul around, but before she could even process that thought, she fell the old man’s eyes looking deep into hers, across the leaves that had been her shelter. Another will overcame her own, and her feet led her across the man and near to the fire. The old man screamed again, even though at her ears it now sounded more like music than a scream… and she started dancing.

She danced and danced at the old man songs, sometimes coming closer to one of those men, other getting so close to the campfire she could feel her feet literally burn. From time to time, a man would grow older and older and would leave the circle, only to be replaced by a young child who eventually turned into a young adult, then into another old man.

For centuries she danced, round and round knowing the only one who was aware of her presence was that same oldest one who kept singing as if he didn’t need to rest. As if she also needed no rest from dancing.

Then, as sudden as it had started in the beginning of times, the drums became silent all at the same time. Instead of the campfire cracking, she was now listening to waves and feeling her feet wet, while just a second ago they were almost burning with the heat.

She looked at the endless ocean in front of her and knew she had escaped from the jungle. Now, the time had come for her to dive and swim towards her next journey.

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Letting go

She woke up feeling the sand beating hard on her face. She remembered the night had been very quiet, a sudden breeze here and there that had made her take refuge inside her sleeping bag. Most of all, she kept in herself the sound of the waves singing all night at her ear, so close they were.

She slowly opened her eyes and reached for him, who had fell asleep right beside her. As her mind woke up at its own pace, she noticed his sleeping bag had rolled a few meters away, but was empty.

She shouted his name, and only silence replied to her. So, she scrawled out of her temporary bed and – barefoot – took some steps towards the high dunes ahead. As she walked, the rough small rocks beneath her feet became pebbles which turned into softer sand. Still half asleep, she lost track of time, going up and up the sandy dune which somehow had become a sandy hill, somehow.

He was standing on the top of it, his arms crossed against his bare chest, not looking at the beach some meters down but beyond, across the endless sea. She noticed how taller he seemed to had grown and smiled at the thought of their first meetings, back when she felt like she had the whole world to show him. She started running to hug him from behind, however her feet froze when she noticed his brand new wings, growing at his own pace, becoming stronger and spreading broader and broader.

Mother’s hand touched her shoulder, as if saying it was yet time to wait. So she waited. Her feet grounded on Earth, she stood still and felt all the seasons of the year coming and going. She paid attention as the sand on the beach downwards changed colours, as the wind became freezing and the whole place was covered with snow. She smiled at the shy bushes coming into live and blossoming into luxurious tropical-like flowers.

Still she didn’t move a muscle, nor did he. They were both aware of each other’s presence, of them being close and yet so far away from one another – and that was probably the reason why none of them took a single step towards the other.

Time went by, inexorably, and seasons came and then were gone. Again. She felt herself drying and turning into a rock, melting with Mother. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to move a single finger. She sighed, for the moment had arrived. “Just go and fly away before both our lives are but a waste* she tried to shout at him, her throat rusted from inactivity. He listened to what she was telling him, and he knew she was right, yet he stubbornly kept standing there.

Mother’s hand slowly moved away from her shoulder, and set her free. That exact same moment, she knew that it had to be her doing the painful choice. With mind and soul telling her different things, her feet started to walk at their own will, slowly at the beginning, then faster and faster.

Inside of her, her mind started screamed that she should stop and give them both some more time. She ignored her own screams, knowing this was the right moment. It was totally useless to keep waiting. It was totally up to her to let go, and so she run the last few meters that kept them away and pushed him from the high dune hill, watched as he stumbled, tried to get back on his feet and slided faster and faster downwards, her heart beating hard and tears running through her face before for some reason.

Then, his wings flapped for the first time. Very slowly, in an insecure way, but still pushing him up to a safe height. Her heart nearly stopped as she felt how hesitating he still was, how hard for him it was to decide what to do.

His wings flapped again and she knew that he was now feeling the morning hot breeze in his face. He looped up and down for several times, trying up his new skills and testing how strong those wings could be. Then, for a moment, he floated before her, and she knew she would never forget that lost and sad look all over him. Ever.

He turned away slowly, very slowly, and let himself go along the soft wind. On her turn, she felt Mother was hugging her tight and whispering wise, sensible words.

Yes, it would be hard to let him go. It would be painful, it would hurt as hell and she would feel tempted to raise once again those familiar high walls between her and the world. But the time had come to set him free, Mother was telling her over and over. She would survive. Again. She would even grow stronger. Again. And one day, she would wake up and would feel no more tears running through her cheeks.

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She opened her eyes as if she had been sleeping. She had not, it was but the way she felt it. In reality, she had been walking through some dark sides of the world, brightened up here and there with some spotlights and relief. Some of them had been like suns of brilliance, some had even come from deep inside of her, some others were mere faint lights which quickly dropped her in the darkness.

She had learnt that sometimes she would better stop and wait for the next day to rise. Often, she had simply been too frightened to simply wait and had ran as fast as she could, feeling the rain and thundering all around her, not knowing where she was going, not caring if there was a way ahead or a just another dead end.

Along the way, she had learnt to deal with those too. Those paths that led her nowhere and only made her retreat and withdraw her steps back very, very carefully and slowly not to shatter herself totally.

She shook her head, knowing all too well the journey was not over. Not yet. She blinked and looked at the different arrowsigns in front of her, each of them pointing to a different direction.

She felt the warmth and the stilness of the place, as if time had stopped and was patiently waiting for her.

She tried to look ahead, to find out where each path would lead her. Oh, she already knew where they were all ending. Death was waiting and the very top of them all. That was a fact, and she had also learnt to accept facts.

She realised some of the paths were quite crowded, others had just one or two hardly-perceived silhouettes at different distances and there were one or two which seemed to be totally empty. Amongst the crowd, a figure became clearer and she heard his voice saying ‘you don’t have to choose on your own’. She relaxed, as she understood that in fact, if she would just stand there long enough, someone would come, take her hand, and guide her along one of those paths. Yes, the decision could easily be left to another one.

The relief, though, came and go in a glance. Her heart was shouting no, no, no, no. She made an effort to come out of her daydream and listened closer to what her own body and soul were telling her, then she finally understood they were right. Only her and her alone was entitled to choose which path she was to follow. This was her own journey, and no one else had the right nor the duty of choosing but her.

She could see some of the paths looked smoother, some other were like endless snakes with so many curves. At the distance, she noticed some prairies, forests, the see, high mountains and dried deserts.

Still, she stood there. She knew she would have to take a step before someone else would come over and take her. She sighed, for she had no way of knowing what would happen along a single one of those ways.

She asked her heart to lead her away, and he did. Then, a voice on her head told her that would not be a safe path. Her body was screaming that she was tired and needed a rest urgently. At the same time, her soul was saying ‘each way is a different lesson, so it really is up to you’. Mmmm… that was not really such a help, so she shushed them all.

And then, she felt this smile on her lips… and she took the first of many other steps into one of the paths.

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As the sun slowly fell down, I went back to the beach I once called “mine”. I took my sandals off and felt the ocean moving slowly under my naked feet. It was still more than worm, a promising summer night approaching and I was being so careful not to get my new white dress all too wet.

The smoothness of the soft small waves kissing my skin was simply too intense, and at a point I almost fell on my knees as my legs started shaking. Undecided on whether to try getting on my feet again or simply letting me go with the sea, I heard the whisper of seagulls far above my head.

I paid attention to what they were saying and realises they were actually talking to me, allerting me to the ball of fire that had materialised a couple of meters behind me and was approaching slowly.

I was up again, even before I could consciously notice it, and look backwards. To my eyes, there was no ball of fire, only a child in a white dress pretty much resembling my own, dancing and jumping in between the coming and going of the flow of water.

It didn’t scare me, quite the opposite. The loneliness I had been feeling for so long suddenly started making sense and offered only tranquility and serenity. I turned my back at the happy child and went on strolling around over the wet sand. But then, I became aware she was catching me quite fast, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I slowed my pace down and waited for her to come closer… she could have some kind of message, maybe she was lost from her parents, perhaps I could help her in some way…

Instead, as her steps came by, her warmth also began to reach me. At each step she took, I felt like she was moving at light speed and suddenly she had turned into that ball of fire which the seagulls had told me about.

She came too close, then… and melted into me. For a moment only, we were just one as flames wrapped up my entire body and soul. It took me just a second to realise that we really were the same being.

As this tought crossed my mind, I understood she was leaving me, going now ahead of me, playing with the small waves and grabing handfuls of sand, which instantly dryed as she caught them. Slowly, the ball of fire started vanishing from deep inside of me, and only this special, different warm, remained.

I was following her now, the child that I once was and still lived inside of me in spite of everything that had happened… last year, two years ago ? I had lost track of time, and couldn’t care less that I had, by now.

She speeded up again, moving so fast I had not the strenght to follow her steps, but just before she totally disappeared from my sight I still could see her her turning back to me, waving, and sending me a message of hope and happiness.

She was gone now. However, at the sametime, she had remained in me, which was also obvious to my inner self. Then, I just new it was time to move ahead and that I would never be left alone for another single day in my life.

PS – this story will have a picture, sooner or later, for it already exists in my mind. It’s just a question of finding the time to set everything up. Apparently, I am writing again my simple short stories, hope you don’t mind me sharing them with you once in a while.

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Inspired on the original idea based on First life events, Trace Osterham – a wonderful inworld designer and photographer – decided to launch a similar project for Second Life residents. And the Two Three Six Five was born, which aims at telling short stories and experiences of 365 avatars in the metaverse.

I have to admit that I am really excited at start reading the result. I am sure this will be a blast and the project a major success. Can you just imagine having so many different perspectives in just one place ? Reading about funny lil situations, major romances or achievements? Second Life is such a rich environment that I can barely wonder on the diversity of the stories that can be told.

So here’s a challenge. Come and join, bring your own short story and make us laugh, smile, think or even cry if you want to. Check the guidelines and block a date for you. I can’t wait to read your story!

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