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Nothing was horror

by Gacina Bozidar


Hundred years lasted the travel of the hero who was born only for the adventures and nothing more. Nothing more and nothing less in the life and existence where the only thing who is interesting is to leave to discover the new worlds and if it would be possible at all the new planets or whatever it would be possible to discover under the sea. But it was only possible to leave and walk or travel by any possible mean or car in order to reach the promised land. This travel lasted 100 years because the hero entered to the sphere where the five was counted as hundred and it was a sphere who had influence on earth but who received the energy from the outer space and was only reachable by pure luck. So when the travel brought this hero inside the unknown wood of all the tricks and dangers he was revealed to enter the fast time zone. Hundred years evaporated, he remained the same, he did not know. When he realized that he was tricked by this incredible energy and incredible force it was already too late to be sorry and somehow it could be thrill, pure thrill to see what happened in the world. What happened? Sometimes the earthquake. Sometimes Olympic Games. Sometimes the rivers flooded. Sometimes the Nobel Prize has been won by the writer from the Nepal. But in some way there never appeared to be something fantastic as he was reading in the books about incredible changes that the future is bringing. He registered all the Nobel Prize winners in his computer and he was glad to see who won the important matches in the baseball but his expectation was by far more important. He thought to find himself at the train station and this train would have the TV Screens where it was indicated that the world is coming to terms with improbable inventions of the medicines who will cure anybody instantly as if the magician was there to cure. But he noticed that all the young people are not so violent as they were. Because, having not found the medicine for the eternal living, the science discovered the so called anti-violence medicines. When the love was analyzed and could not serve to heal someone from his outlawed behavior it was up to the science to invent the medicines who will be so nice that a kind of good temper would invade the individual. This good temper was visible when he left the fast time zone and found himself in the world a hundred of years after he was lost. But he was not violent. He wanted to see only where to find the life story of his girlfriend and he wished to know the destinies of his friends from the school and the town. Would it be possible that one of his friends had been the deputy prime minister or one important scientist. Only one person had the life who impressed the world and it was one of those ambitious sportsman from his school. The world record at the world championship of the athletics. And it was not the history plausible to the others concerning himself. He never lived separately from his life now advanced by the fast time zone and simply he was the same but in the hundred years time in the future. The problem was what to do and how to begin. To start working and to show to anyone that his date of birth is not normal date of birth as he would be now too old. The oldest person. He returned to the fast time zone and prayed. He shouted: "Bring me back in my time" The little response came in the form of letter who was not as an envelope but one inscription in the air as if it was laser: "Stay here some time, wait "And he was glad. The birds were singing around and the nature was showing that happy return is going to happen to lost traveler. The animals were not nervous. The sunshine was very friendly because they simply approved that some tragic individual is coming back but the residents of the world a hundred of years ahead would be puzzled. The questions, the surprises, all this. This is to show that the nature itself don't think as the man and the nature was happy and good. He thought that it was surprise as many Horror movies in his time are presenting "the nervous nature" The mystical eyes of this or this bird an so on but here nothing was disturbed, misbalanced, nothing was mystical, nothing was horror. At the return he met the old friends who also were okay. All the people were okay and there never appeared any reason to start the career of the screenplay writer of the excessive mystical movies about the nervous nature, the terrible birds, the suspensions who are taking place in the darkness. He became the Children's Stories writer and with total happy content each one, each story. And never the great world knew anything about the fast time zone and he was not able to say to anyone that this or this writer won the Nobel Prize. He knew but he thought about his stories thinking the only change will be to try to be one of those writers as it was Andersen. If not he will be someone so loved by the children who will be reading good stories.

Copyright © 2005 Gacina Bozidar



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