Pre-elected story. Literature Contest 2010.

The Green world

I never thought that such a fantastic thing could ever happen to us. Everything started about a month ago. My best friend, Julie, and I were having a picnic (just vegetables, we are green) near a forest around London, when we decided to go for a walk through the forest. We walked for hours, and soon it was dark. Julie claimed that she knew exactly where we were, but I quickly realized that we were completely lost.
Suddenly, we saw a light coming from between the trees. We went towards it to see where it came from. It was a white, blinding light that was coming from a cave. We went near it with curiosity to see what was inside. But we didn’t go inside it. We went through it. When we crossed the entrance of the cave, we appeared into a different world. It was a place where everyone took care of the environment.
At first we thought it was our dream come true. At that moment we were those guys who never wasted water, we ate green, and stuff. People there seemed to be “eco-friendly”. All the energy was taken from natural sources, water was sacred and animals were protected. But later, we realized that they were obsessed with this. I mean, I think they even thought that nature was more important than their own lives. People seemed to be rather crazy. So we realized that, even though it is important to be responsible of nature, it is not good to be obsessed with it.
Anyway, this is not the point of the story. The thing is that we wanted to go back. But we didn’t know how to do it. So we walked around trying to find the blinding light and the cave. We went to the forest, but there was nothing.
Some time later, we found an abandoned place where this light was coming from through the lock. We tried to open the door. But it was locked.
So we tried to break the door and, finally, we did it. When we crossed the door, we were back in our world. We told the story to our friends, but they wouldn’t believe us. Sometimes I wonder if this had really happened to us or if it was all product of our imagination. I think I’ll never know the answer.




Pen name: Charles Wings
Category B