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#NightgaleIn the #Nightgale Blog Challenge, we are to write stories regarding immortality or the lack thereof.  For January’s Thursdays, each participant will use the provided prompts (click the image, above, for more information) as the basis or inspiration for that week’s story.  This week’s prompt is “To Die and become one with Nature.” Here is my story:

Not in a box of pine or oak
when Death deals me his final stroke,
but lay me in the ground to lie
with nought but dirt twixt me and sky.

Another wish, I’ve none, just save
to rest within a simple grave,
for not a coffin nor an urn
could grant me what I truly yearn.

I long to end my time on Earth
in just the state I was at birth
unfettered by the worldly care
of thinking what I had to wear.

Though Time will rend me, head to feet,
and worms will, at my carcase eat,
I grudge them not for it befits
that I be torn to tiny bits.

Thou thinkest my request is crude?
Well, I’ve consumed my share of food
so I shall as a banquet be
and things I ate may feed on me.

The plants above me all will grow
because my corpse, to clay, shall go.
Nor any beast shall be denied
consuming my vacated hide.

My passing on will simply be
a handing forth of all that’s me –
a last donation to the soil,
upon the ceasing of my toil.

Shouldst thou have doubts about my choice,
I’ll point to Nature and rejoice
that through these things, by death, I may
become immortal in decay.

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#NightgaleIn the #Nightgale Blog Challenge, we are to write stories regarding immortality or the lack thereof.  For January’s Thursdays, each participant will use the provided prompts (click the image, above, for more information) as the basis or inspiration for that week’s story.  This week’s prompt is “Immortality comes to you, you do not go to Immortality.” Here is my story:

The bargaining had begun just a little over three years ago.

“I would do anything to be famous,” the young musician had said.

Then one of his videos had become an overnight sensation on YouTube and even the pros had taken notice.

“I’d like be a star in the real world, touring all over, making real money, and idolised by young girls everywhere.”

Then an agent had signed him, records had been produced – and sold millions, and he had made TV appearances in many countries and cities – the teenage girls swooning wherever he went.

Now, as so many others, he had become intoxicated by the spotlight.  Reality and fantasy were no longer distinguishable.  Even his fans had difficulty discerning fact from fiction as he left the stage after his latest concert feeling the drunken rush that went along with the performance.

“I want to live FOREVER!”

“I’m sorry, that cannot be arranged.”

“But you said I could have ANYTHING!”

“Well, we DO still have to stick to the terms of our original contract.”

“We do?  What does that mean?”

The response was not verbal, but physical and he felt it full force.  Suddenly, he grabbed his chest and his face contorted into a mixture of fear, disbelief and despair – and then resignation as he fell to the floor, dead.

“Immortality comes to you, Mr. Bieber, you do not go to Immortality and appointments are currently closed.”

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#NightgaleIn the #Nightgale Blog Challenge, we are to write stories regarding immortality or the lack thereof.  For January’s Thursdays, each participant will use the provided prompts (click the image, above, for more information) as the basis or inspiration for that week’s story.  This week’s prompt is “Through hemlock,” and here is my story.

Name a diet, I’ve tried it.  Name a fad, I’ve bought it.  Name a panacea, I’ve sampled it.  This one would be different.  This one would work.

Of course, I had told myself that same thing countless times before, but I KNEW the HL86 I had purchased over the Internet would be effective.  After all, they had so much research and so many testimonials it couldn’t be wrong.

The instructions suggested mixing it with a sweet fruit juice to mask the bitter taste and assured that this would not make it any less efficacious.  I did so.  They also suggested walking around a bit, but that I should lie down, once my legs began to feel heavy, until the HL86 had done its job.

As I paced, I reflected upon how wonderful it was that such a green, all-natural, organic product was available.  It still both amazed and infuriated me that doctors and big pharmaceutical companies had suppressed such research and products just to make sure they would make money from my always be susceptible to something.  HL86 gave a double-your-money-back guarantee that, after using their product, I would no longer have any need for doctors or their medications.

Indeed, my legs did start to feel heavy, so I settled down upon my sofa.  Finally, I would have no more sickness, no more pain, no more need even for health insurance.  When this was all done I would HAVE to tell all my friends and family how well it worked.  In fact, maybe I would even write another testimonial that HL86 could use in their advertising.

It was when the feeling from my legs spread to my chest and lungs that I understood: to seek immortality through hemlock was to seek air through suffocation.

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Today I decided to join Stevie McCoy’s #Nightgale Blog Challenge of a 200-word-minimum story, relating to immortality, to be posted each Thursday in January 2012.

For further details about the overall challenge and each week’s specific theme, click on the #Nightgale image in the right-hand column of this page.

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