Sunday, August 13, 2006
11:42 pm
Here Jessie. I wrote the end to your story. (I won't have your ending!)
...The ruins laid silently in the ghostly gloom that followed. It seemed as though time had stopped. What was but a passing moment in time felt like eternity to the few survivors, who had given in to their despair, and resigned themselves to their cruel circumstance. To them, all hope was lost and their home was forever beyond repair.
One morning though, a girl woke early, tear-stains from the night before still on her cheeks. In the peaceful quiet of the morning, she stared at the ruins around her, and it dawned upon her for the first time how blessed she had actually been to have survived against the odds. The storm had ravaged her home, but here she was, still in one piece. Against the backdrop of the wreckage, she realised how infinitely lucky she was to still have her life.
She spoke to the others later that morning, and together they decided that their lives were all the more precious and not to be wasted in sorrow. Step by step, they cleared the wreckage and began to rebuild their home. Visitors who arrived at the village afterwards marvelled at how much improvement there now was. The village was vibrant and cheery once again. As for that girl, she rejoiced along with the rest of the villagers. In a jar, however, she kept as pieces as she could find of the pillars she had so loved. She knew she could not repair them, but she thought maybe one day, she would meet Someone who could.