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Herkese Merhaba,
For the first time in my life, I wrote a short story in English for my writing class. I quiet enjoyed writing it since it is a story of one of my scary dreams.
I hope you like it, and if you find errors regarding grammar and language, please warn me.
Teşekkürler
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A Peaceful Symphony in Dreamland
Everything began on the day which I quit my job. For the first time in my life, I began to believe that the life which we live in is worthless, and the people around me do not care anyone except themselves. As far as I could remember, this was the beginning of the 19th century, the golden era when people began to explore the world. I also wanted to go abroad, at least, spend a weekend abroad, but this was not possible since I did not have enough money. So, I decided to spend my life in a place where others possibly did not know. This is a world that nothing is either real or imaginary, but I was sure that it was the only place which I could put my mind at rest. So, my trip to dreamland began in these days. This was kind of a vacation that is unusual, for instance you do not have to take your belongings or you do not need to money. The only thing you need is silence, others are unneeded.
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The good thing about the trip to dreamland is the fact that travelling the dreamland by boat is possible. I have always loved the sea. I do not know why I love it, maybe because it is magical as well as beautiful. Anyway, the details are not that important. At the end of the voyage, I was in the land again, but I did not feel my feet touching the ground. Besides, I did not feel the usual atmosphere pressure that affects my body. I was looking for someone to ask about the island, but it seemed that nobody lives in here and I had to explore myself.
When I thought a little bit longer, I understood that there was nothing to ask. This was a place where you cannot see nothing but trees and pathways. All I had to do is to choose the shadowed pathway on which I am going to walk. There were three of them, and I choose the one that is closest to me, the middle one. When I was walking on the pathway, I did not hear anything and I thought even animals abandoned this place, but the destination was clear: There was a building at the end of the road. I believed that this building will help me to understand the island as well as the meaning of my trip. When I entered the building, I saw some employees. From their clothes, I could infer that they are servants but I could not see their faces. I asked one of them about the place. Instead of giving the answer, he indicated a direction by using his hand. When I followed the direction, I began to hear loud noises that I could not identify, they were neither sounds of music or people.
Finally, I saw an opera stage. People who were seating acted as if they had always waited for me to come, but the strange thing about them was their faces again, I could not see any of the faces. Anyway, I walked on the stage slowly and all the noise which I heard before was gone. All the people, singers and instrumentalists seemed to wait for me to perform the dramatic work. In this setting which incorporates costumes, clothes and orchestra, I could not hold myself from acting as if I was a conductor. So, I began to direct the performance of the orchestra by way of random gestures, but it was a shock to see that there was no listener except the one seated in the back corner. In order to understand what was actually happening, I stopped “guiding” the orchestra.
For a moment, I thought that this was the end of everything. The people who came to opera to listen an art work tried to get away as soon as they saw me on the stage. This was the truth but one of them was still sitting on the corner. I wanted to talk to this person so badly, so I began to climb the stairs to reach the back corner of the opera house. When I was climbing the stairs, I realized that people did not leave the opera. Actually, there were no people in the audience. In fact, they were a group of machines whose their particular task is to convince the conductor to believe that he is doing something which sounds well. But these facts were not important since one of a real human loved my composition.
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I realized that this was a woman and she was still looking at the stage. It was obvious that she was not aware of the fact that the conductor of the orchestra left the scene and the orchestra stopped performing the art. She was holding something that I could not see. I suspected that she was a deaf since a normal person could hear my footstep at this distance. Finally, I came near her. First thing that caught my attention was her red eyes. I also saw the tears in her red eyes and they were wide with terror.
I asked: “What are you doing here and why are you crying?”
She showed me the thing which she held. This was her baby and I saw the same red eyes in her baby’s face.
She said: “She is dead, the orchestra and the music killed her.”
I felt that my heart was aching.
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I woke up with tears on my face and was relieved to realize that I had been dreaming. I understood that in life, all roads do not lead to Rome, instead they lead to regret, sadness and meanness.
Edited (5/1/2015) by turk_hoca
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