And to finish my present posting-spree, I’ll add this short-story-like (well, mini-story) creation I found when scouring my old folders. I am not entirely sure if it has any value, but I wrote it once (or I copied it from somewhere and have entirely forgotten about it).
In any case, here it is:
The forest of pines had been there for ages. No one knew when it had begun its growth. And still it spread, with every year that passed. Until one day, the day when men came and cut down the old trees. And with every day that now set, more of the grand pines fell. A man, passing by, cried out: ‘The horror! The horror!’
Great structures were planned where the pines had once been – once, for now there were none. These constructions were started, but they were seldom built higher than the planned foundations. The same man now walked down this road, and from his lips the words slipped out: ‘The irony! The irony!’
And truly, it is not very striking, is it? But something made me write it, and maybe one day I’ll see the reasons again…