Soil War

Part 1

Soil War

By

Carl John Magney

(A short story)

-Read slowly and imagine every scene.-

Chapter I

It was time of rest but my mind was still occupied with various senseless thoughts in this whole day. My body worn out by the swimming practice sought the comfort my foul bed could give.

I closed my eyes, and before the blackness emerged in my mind the quick flash of memories. I looked for one that stands out and the list came:

First, I failed my preliminary exam. I never fail any exam. I may not be so studious but I could fairly say and be proud that I could easily get the topics discussed every meeting in Calculus class. No, it wasn't because of my failing brain cells. It is something else.

Second, my friends went in Johanne's house, partying, and they left me in school's parking lot without a word.

Third, my brother had an access to my Google account and he knows my every hideous secret.

And hear me mate, for this is the worst of all which must have wrecked my whole world at exactly 10:26 this morning. This is cliché, yeah. But this is no other than . . . love. And this is worse than the third, for this sticks to my brain erasing all else it contains.

Bitter-sweet, love at first sight.

Thunderous inside me.

Culminating in effect.

Ravaging my messy life in its senseless disorder.

Oh! Convince me that I am not insane. When did I become poetical? I hate literature!

Her name is Fiona Furlane. She must be that which no one could fully define. She can't be defined by mind entangled by countless perverted thoughts. She can't be defined by my heart that knows no good. She can't be defined by my lips that had its experience of all types of kissing.

No, she is not low to be easily known. She isn't that which who would wore clothing that will reveal too much skin. She isn't that which could be easily betrayed by foolish talk. She isn't that which who could stand anything foolish. She is that which could be the most popular but hides behind everyone.

And yes, she is that which sees me transparent. She is that who didn't pay me attention. She is that who looked past my eyes and lips that sweetly ensnares the onlooker. She is the one whom my 'coolness' cannot reach. She is whom I hadn't enticed by my well-built body. She is the smartest living among the fools, who prefer to be a fool only to hide her brightness.

She is whom my mind can't hold well to understand. She is whom I cannot contain if I'm not going to write it down.

How sweet though, is that which is bitter from the start?

How immense is she that I can't contain her in my mind?

How intangible, though so close to me and physical. How rare is this kind of beauty. How marvellous in sight? How difficult to distinguish when she prefers as it seemed to me to be not recognized?

How sweet and fragrant? How terrible to behold? So fragile as it seemed to me to touch.

Chapter II

"Have you experienced it this day?" A voice sounded next to my bed. He was my brother Leith.

My eyes wandered at him. "What?" I asked full of wonder. Those were serious words asked by my brother who only knows how to express sarcasm.