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Wait, it's this time of the year again?

Oh yes, it's July and that means more flash fiction madness for deviantart.
I'll be writing a flash fiction piece every day of July (or at least try to.)
Look forward to lots and lots of short prose from me!

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Hope to see you on the battlefield. Go go go!
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    It was her secret paradise. On top of the small hill by a path carved by colors, beauty stretched for miles. To the east an old harbor stood, fighting against the waves of the ocean. To the west a lush forest extended into the horizon with viridescent spring leaves reaching for the skies. And in the middle of it all, as if by some secret dream, stood a single tall oak tree.
    She would come here whenever the troubles of everyday life became too much for her to handle. She'd tread through the forest, by hidden paths overtaken by roots and over solid rocks that had guarded the haven for ages. She would run past the colorful dandelions until she would reach the top point where the wind was cool and refreshing and the sun's tongue was warm and calming. She'd climb the oak tree and look out through the bundles of leaves, she'd rest by its trunk with an enchanting book or simply lie with closed eyes and let free all her thoughts. She'd be free.
    This is my place, she thought as she looked at the view before her. This is my paradise. A view of animals and humans tirelessly going by on their day, rushing to get to here and there, working and eating and sleeping only to repeat it all. Somehow, she had escaped that frantic routine, as if the haven had taken her away from time itself to a passive standpoint where she could watch in peace.
    Her dream was shattered like dropped glass by the hum of engines and people shouting. As if by some cruel jape by God, when she looked behind the oak tree, she saw a bulldozer and a group of confused men. They climbed their way up the hill slowly, the bulldozers swallowing the dandelions whole and leaving behind a trail of crushed and broken plants. They are going to cut down the oak, she realized. They are going to take away my paradise.
    "Hey, stop!" she yelled as she came running down the hill. "Stop! Stooop!!!"
    The confused men stopped, stared at her in an intrigued fashion before breaking into laughter. "Move aside, little girl," one of them said with a deep and raspy accent. "We have work to do."
    "You can't cut down this tree, its been here forever. Its outlived men by a long shot it..." Her breath shortened and tears began streaming down her cheeks like heavy raindroplets. Its my haven.
   
The man crouched down to her size. He smelled of tobacco and dust. "Move along, girl. We're building a summer resort and your tree is in the way."
    With streaming tears she ran over to the oak tree and hugged it. With her body as a shield, she pleaded for her haven not to be taken away from her. Whether she was pleading the men or God she did not know.
    A man picked her up and pushed her lightly away from the tree with a single hand. He picked a single acorn from a hanging branch and placed it in her hand. "Go home, annoying little girl. Go home to your parents. Make a new oak tree."

    So she ran home down broken stones and by bulldozer tracks. With the acorn protectively in her hands she hung on to the frail spiders silk hope that the acorn would grow into another big and proud tree. I will get my paradise back. I will. I'm not going to become like the rest. She planted the acorn in a dirt-filled crack in the asphalt road. Every day she checked and watered the seed but no matter how many years she waited it never grew back.
    As the years passed, her tears would dry and the acorn would leave her memory like leaves in the wind. She would come to find a new haven. A paradise where she could escape the restfulness of her work. She had bought a small summer resort on the top of a hill. It lay conveniently right off the turn of Route 501.

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        A car screeched and stopped in the distance. Somehow, she knew it was him. After all, who else could it be?
    The night was stormy and raindrops were drumming against the crystal windows, melting the colorful mosaic formations. The sky was twisting like soup in a hundred gradients of grey and bursts of lightning broke open the clouds like spears. Outside, the world was crying.
    She was staring at the door, completely silent and still. And yet, inside her mind another storm was raging. Her thoughts were fighting against each other, biting and scorching and cutting until her stomach was twisting and her mind pounding. She tried desperately to focus on the single ones, the ones that mattered, the ones that made sense and gave her the outcome she wanted. But the rage, the screams and the despair overshadowed everything else.
   
Suddenly, the door knob turned. Her body froze. What should I say?
    The oaken door squeaked loudly as it was pushed open. A silhouette appeared in the doorway, wet and dark and cold from the night. She turned away from him, refusing to look. trying hopelessly to keep the tears in. I won't let him see me cry.
    They were both silent for a moment. And yet, in the quiet a flaming discussion was taking place between the two young humans.
    When she finally spoke, her voice was trembling. "Why did you come back?" she sniffed. Why couldn't she just stop crying?
    "I came back for you." His voice was a whisper. Though she was facing away from him, he recognized her instantly. Her slim arms, her thin waist, the soft ruby hair that fell from her soft face down her straight back. Everything about her was intact. Everything he'd missed about her was still there. It reminded him why he came back, after all that time. Just once more, he promised himself. "I've been missing you so much. You have no idea about how hollow I've felt without you. So many nights have passed, filled with enough regret and remorse to make my stomach twist and turn. I'm so sorry, I..."
    "Go away." Her whisper was almost inaudible.
    "Elisa..."
    "GO AWAY! There is NO place for you here. NONE! Not anymore." Her screams echoed throughout the marble walls. "You've hurt me too bad. You say you've missed me, that you've been wallowing in misery ever since you ran away." Elisa spat on the ground. "It's nothing compared to what I've been through. I've been crying for days and nights, closing myself off completely from the world outside, to try and heal myself. Now, finally - finally I can see myself moving on, see myself in a world without you. And you have the nerve to show up here, expecting me to forgive you? Expecting me to forget all the tears I've shed for you? Never! Not as long as I live. Do you hear me!? As long as night is dark and day is bright I will never forgive you!" Elisa turned around and allowed herself one glance at him. She sent him a look filled with loathing and lightning.
    A sting like the stab from a knife pierced her stomach. Seeing him was too much. The fuzzy chestnut hair, the scraggy beard, the hands always stuffed away in his leather pockets. It was like nothing had changed about him at all. Look away, Elisa. She thought desperately to herself. You have to be strong. Don't let him get the best of you. He's lying, he's... She suddenly remembered the way he used to hold her, his look and how he would mutter her name. Elisa... And suddenly every thought in her mind, all the bad ones and all the good ones, faded away into nothing like they had never existed in the first place. Regret hit her in the stomach like a fist and Elisa couldn't hold the tears in anymore. Watery drops began prickling down her cheek, and as her lament got stronger, sobs came from her mouth as well. Elisa let it all go. She couldn't hold all the pain and regret in anymore. Not anymore.
    Jonathan walked over to hold her and it was as if in that moment every yell, every brawl and every inch of hatred didn't matter anymore. He held her the way he used to. She rested her head on his shoulder the way she used to. They dried their tears together and looked at each other, with a split-second of the spark that they used to have in their eyes and for a moment it was like they were still together, like the rings on their fingers still bore meaning. But Elisa knew that this was an illusion, fractions from a dream long lost to the greedy hands of time.
    "Do you remember when this was our life?" he asked softly.
    Elisa nodded. She missed it. She didn't want to admit it, but it was true.
    Jonathan raised Elisa's chin with two fingers, forcing her to look him in the eyes."You've missed me, Elisa, I know you have. I can feel it in your body."
    Elisa didn't answer. She was getting light-headed and losing control of her body. The headache was pumping harder and harder inside her head. His eyes were so blue... Walk away, Elisa. Walk away right now. His eyes were so blue...
    "Elisa, please. Through better and worse; you made those vows. I've always been for you in the worse times, Elisa. When we first met, you were alone and without hope but I still took you into my heart. When our little Robert died you were mad and you fought and threw things at me I forgave you. I've always forgiven you. And do you know why?"
    Elisa looked up at her husband. Her mind told her to push him away, but her body didn't react anymore. And the tears didn't stop coming. Don't listen to him, Elisa. Don't.
    "I did it all because I love you."
    And there was nothing she could do.

    Jonathan opened his eyes slowly. The sun was slowly beginning to rise outside, breaking through the grey skies and painting the above in an inferno of red and orange. He carefully removed the arm hugging his chest and stood up with slow moves, making sure not to wake her. He took one final look at Elisa. She was so beautiful and yet so naïve. Oh, Elisa... Why can't you just accept that we're not made for each other? From his left hand, he wrenched off a ring and placed it on her night table.
    Her taste was still in his mouth as Jonathan stepped out into the rain. It wasn't the best taste he'd ever tried but it had still been worth the trouble. Definitely. Jonathan pulled up his hood to keep himself dry and began walking.
Self-portrait by Osterkaktus
Self-portrait
A self-portrait of myself. I think it looks pretty accurate!

I used a mouse to draw this. Taking that into account I'm pretty proud of this ;)
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AngeInk Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank You by Undead-Academy  
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Osterkaktus Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome :)
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SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the watch ^^ :icongiveflowerplz:
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randomgamegirl Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great day today!
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Osterkaktus Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! I did indeed. :)
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Marquite Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the fave! :D
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Osterkaktus Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! I like your work :)
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Marquite Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! I like your work too, by the way! :)
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Thank you very much for the watch and the most kind words! :D
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