My Fiction story

Once upon a time, there was this girl. She was in search for a type of food.  There were different kind of ‘foods’ that look just like this food but she had to make the right choice because eating something that looks like it and not it exactly could lead to a severe case of diarrhoea, loss of appetite but most importantly an unconscious kind of death.

During her search, she managed to escape these sicknesses; although she had diarrhoea once in a while by consuming what she thought was the ‘food’. It seems a unique force was saving her just before and after she ate the wrong ones.

One day, when she was going about her business about to give up, she stumbled into the biggest room she had ever seen in her entire life. This room was not just big but it had the same Food she has been searching for and almost gave up on! The right type of food in abundance was staring right at her in the face, and she looked back to ensure no one followed her and this was not a joke. As she approached the heap of food, she tasted a little and her face lit up with joy and excitement.

She ate so much in one day that she could not move and her eyes saw it. The paper at the edge of the door, which has the word RULES written boldly on it. She crawled to the door and read the paper which had just one line. Value me. And she smiled saying to herself, that can’t be too hard, can it?

Days after days she took care of the food, airing it, checking on it and eating it. She visited it, hugged it, and professed affection towards it.

One day. The dreaded one day happened.

As she was going to visit her food, she saw something. Something that looked shiny and so cool. It was food but it looked fresh, sleek and so edible. She was going to postpone seeing her food in the room and follow this one to know where it leads.

And every day, she kept an eye out for the shiny food and she was not disappointed. The great thing about SHINY FOOD, was that she could taste for free. Shiny food was willingly to give her some and satisfy her curiosity and hunger. She began to realise that food in the room gave her things but Shiny food gave her all things and at that point, unconsciously she made up her mind, where her heart would lie.

She was in love with shiny food. So much freshness, fun, butterfly in the stomach type of moment, heart beating and longing. She was too busy to visit food in the room and wanted to settle things quickly, and as she ran to the room to say her good byes, she peeked in and she did not have the courage anymore.

She ran into the hands of shiny food and lost herself in it. This is heaven, she said as she slept off one day.

One day, she began to notice it. She began to notice the fading colour of shiny food. It was once white but it is either her eyes were hurting or white was turning brown. She approached Shiny food for an explanation and shiny said:

I am as white as ever darling. My past consumers have had the same problem that you are having right now. When you begin to see me as brown means, I am no longer interested in feeding you and I have gotten tired of you.  I was really surprised you would leave food in the room for me, I thought you would be different from those who have made the exact same mistake as you.

You have Something/someone is right in front of you, and you are having a blast at the moment, forgetting that once upon a time, that thing was not there. Forgetting that just as they are now, they might not be there tomorrow.  They say people don’t know what they have until the loose it, but the truth is they know exactly what they had, they never thought they would lose it. Have you ever wondered why it is easy to appreciate something outside than something inside? Or why it is quicker to see the beauty of what is outside your house than to realise beauty in its true form lies within your home?

Lesson: One man’s meat is another man’s poison. One man’s depreciated good is another man’s treasure. Life throws all sort at you, it takes another level of maturity to know what to catch, miss or get hit with. If you decide to get bumped more than to focus on what exactly to catch, it would be no one fault when you are bumped in the face and you bend down in pain missing the exact moment when what you ought to catch just passes by you.

I hope you like my story.

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