A Short Absurdity (Short Story)

((I came up with this idea while reading Random Acts. Also, for those of you whom are wondering why this is posted twice, I must tell you that WordPress was being a jerk. EDIT: And, I wanted to polish this quickly.))

   I handed another rose to a passerby as I stood on the sidewalk between a coffee shop and a boutique. It had been a fairly slow day for flower-giving, considering that many people refused or gave me strange looks. Shrugging it off was easy. After all, why would they take a flower from someone they had never met?

   I was on my second-to-last rose, the sun fading slowly, when he walked up to me. The man had curly black hair, brown eyes, and towered over me as though I was just an ant and he was a giraffe. He would have been horribly frightening if it wasn’t for the curious expression plastered on his face.

   “Can I help you?” I asked politely, holding out a white rose.

   He either didn’t notice, or he didn’t care, but he simply replied, “Why do you hand out flowers with thorns on them?

   The question took me by surprise. In all my years of simply handing out flowers, no one seemed to have thought to ask that, or even acknowledge me past a ‘thanks’ every now and then.

 “I cut the thorns off.”

   “Yes, but why? Shouldn’t things be left as they are, pure and natural?” The man’s chocolate-colored eyes darkened at this, as though the topic was emotionally painful. Part of me wondered why, and the other part, the unkind part of me, didn’t care. Well, I thought.  He shouldn’t have brought it up if he didn’t like to think about it.

   I smiled despite what was going on inside my head. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

   His reaction was what had made all of those years completely worth it. This man, a complete stranger, gave me the warmest hug right then and there.

   “Thank you,” he whispered. The man broke the hug off and began to walk down the street once more.

   “Wait!” I called after him. It had been unintentional, even instinctive. He stopped and turned around, eyebrow raised. I jogged up to him. Slowly, I held out the white rose that I had offered him before he had asked me about the thorns. He stretched out his hand, palm open, and I placed the rose there.

   “You forgot this.”

A Note to the YWP NaNoers (and anyone else)

So, I realize that many people on NaNo have been feeling depressed, and I’d like to say something. 

 

I’ve never been good at giving inspiring speeches. Maybe that will change, maybe that will stay the same the rest of my life. Change is a funny thing, a lot like human nature.

 

I don’t want you to forget that you are loved by me, by everyone. I do not have to know you in real life to know that what you say and do has changed me for the better. All of you, every last one, take care of each other. Whether it be a pet dying, or your life is confusing and hard right now, you always lift each other on one another’s shoulders. You put others first.

 

You are the sort of people every child aspires to be. You are the sort of people who daydream about antagonists and protagonists. You are the sort of people ever person should have the privilege to meet. You are the sort of people who put others first, out of all the things you do. You are the sort of people who make strange jokes and simply walk into Mordor. You are the sort of people who can make ninjas fight orcs, or dragons rescue princesses, or even make banana leaves fall in love. You are the sort of people who think zombies are the best. You are the sort of people that fight off the nightmares of little girls and boys. You are the sort of people that never cease to bring smiles to everyone’s faces. You are the sort of people that never stop believing that there is always some new adventure on each blank page, waiting to be written. You are the sort of people who make mermaids real, and who make unicorns fly. You are the sort of people who are tolerant. You are the sort of people who don’t care if someone is gay, straight, trans, bi, pan, or anything else, because you care that they are wonderful people. You are the sort of people who try to understand others and what they feel. You are the sort of people who make dark and stormy nights extra-suspicious. You are the sort of people who can change lives. You are the sort of people that spread hope. You are the people that are, at the risk of sounding cliché and cheesy, the light in the world. You are the sort of people I wish I could be. You are the sort of people who deny your own beauty.

 

You are the person I always hoped you would be. I love you. I loved you, I love you, I always will love you. 

 

My Introduction

I suspect you think that this is going to be like the introduction to a novel. You may be right, you may be wrong, but one thing is for sure. I am not a professional at blogging, nor will I ever be. Still, I thought I should give a quick intro, just to be polite.

I am a young writer living in the U.S., and I enjoy talking with my internet friends. That’s not much to go on for you, but that’s just how I roll. I am a Tolkien lover as well, so feel free to fangirl (or fanboy) with me about that!

I really don’t know what else to say, so I shall bow out (un)gracefully.

-Frenchie