Forsaken (Abandoned Works)

I've been writing for years now and although I don't have all my old works, I've put all of the ones I could find into one movella.
This movella consists of competition entries, extracts and stories I've started and never completed.


7. The Human Goddess


The world is full of people who believe in God. But is there on God or many? Are Gods real? Do they exist?

It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up. It was another restless night and I couldn't get back to sleep. I would have been listening to music as I usually would on a night like this. But I didn't want to.

Not tonight.

It was odd - I had a passion for music.

I sighed and sat up in bed. It wasn't warm in my room and the storm outside wouldn't let me fall back to sleep. Thunder clapped again and by now I was wide awake. 

My curtains were open when I had shut them before I had gone to sleep. I stood up to the draw the curtains and the Earth shook. I collapsed, my arms instinctively covering my head. 

After a couple of minutes, I stood up again cautiously. I noticed a green glow from the garden. I stared at it, feeling an otherworldly pulse drawing me to it. 

I pulled on my coat and hurried out of the silent house through the back door. The roan soaked my hair but I didn't care in the slightest. I stopped, and found the source of light. The luminous glow it gave out left a feeling of curiousity inside me.

It was a small rock, the size of my fist.

Enchanted, I reached out for the rock.

I blacked out. 


I woke again to find myself in a large room. It was pure white and the entire room was empty, except for the chaise I had been sleeping on. I sat up groggily, my head throbbing. I looked up to see a tall and familiar woman standing in the doorway.

"You are awake, then. I thought you would rest for longer." Her voice sounded wise but she herself was young. In her early twenties, maybe?

"Where am I?" I asked, noticing the strange clothing I was wearing. I traced my finger over the swirls of the outfit, the silver standing out against the dark green fabric, before looking up at the woman. 

"Why, you are at the realm of the Gods." 

"The realm of the Gods? What are you talked about?" I paused. "This is some crazy dream, isn't it? I hit my head when I fell and I'm dreaming. I'm unconscious."

The woman looked confused. "No, you are not dreaming. Perhaps you need to rest for longer."

"No, I need to wake up and perhaps check with someone whether dreams like this is normal." I was tired, tired in a dream. 

I was half asleep as my legs collapsed.  

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