This story is by Sara Khoukhi and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
The Ones Menacing Goldimelas
It is the month of June and the weather is miraculous. “Summer is amazing everywhere, but in Goldimelas it perfectly joins the extense of its miraculousity”, as the visitors of Goldimelas usually repeat. For you and me, it seems to be the perfect location for “early birds” campers. Photographers from all over the world have rushed and sometimes struggled to get their plane tickets and hotel rooms booked from last October for this month of june. Particularly that no one seems to be missing the spectacular reflection of sun rays on the golden fields of Goldimelas during the very early hours of june mornings. This impressing and inspiring reflection which has been considered since eterneties as one of the best sold postcards of Goldimelas and one of its very typical portraits..
All the cities and cities have a memoire, a memory. Something you breath with their finiest air particles. And so does Goldimelas. Therefore, unlike many of these, Goldimelas memoire is a deep painful fracture that “she” has never revealed before..
Actually, the “woman dressed in green ” is crossed by a quite wide river ; the river of Goldlgreed. Surrounded on its left coast by dense dark green fir and Akassia trees,Goldlgreed; is named by visitors by “The river with Origami boats”. Every weekend, one hears children’s laughing laughs, trying to swim their Origami paper boats. While Romeos and Juliettes too, have taken several years ago the tradition of swimming their wooden padlocks with their names on,which symbolizes making their love eternal..
Truely,none of these finiest details reveal nothing about Goldimelas deepest wound so far. Indeed, every weekend seems to be the best of days, tends to be the worst of days..
Every weekend, by night, by the moment utter darkness stands in for the clear blue sky.By the moment children’s laughs yield to demons’, and by the moment fear and mystery stand in for Peruvian lilies and fresh begonias perfumes.Then, floating Origami crafts and wooden padlocks yield to floating neverseen creatures with mythological rats heads , black and golden fur covering their entire backs. In the front, their chests are monstrously crossed by horribly enormous black veins. These eight Rattgolds only appear on sundays when Goldimelas gets dressed in utter black.The Rattgolds turn around in circles, once they get exactely around the largest Akassia , they strongly ram the new human caught Sunday eve. Due to its their 2 meters long arms, one of the Rattgolds covers the mouth while others slowly slaughter the miserable victim and quickly break its bones and head into miniscule small bites. Then, the Rattgolds slowly, deliciously suck the red disgusting human liquid. Once they have accomplished their “mission” , the monsters dance and dance around, make a circle around eight golden stones and eight silver cups they had burried saturday with their delight, fill the cups with the golden stones and Goldlgreed’s water.The last swallow drunk,Rattgolds lay on the stream water while they see their enormous vains turning from utter black to shiny yellow..
Subsequently, Rattgolds start “the big metamorphose”. They suddenly turn to human beings they turn to human beings with white coveralls…
What you still ignore about Rattgolds is that 5 weeks ago only they have been humans just like you and me.. Humans with their families, homes,houses, cars and even prestigious social status. They were and they are still physists in a well renowned research center. Therefore, dramatically, 6 weeks ago they started working on the biggest project of the century, they started researching for the phenomenal equation that will soon lead them to invent a new liquid. The liquid transforming fragments of the ground to pieces of gold ; massive gold. Up until now, all those passionned researchers have been staying up all night , struggling, laboring to find that equation since they have always believed humans need more gold to survive, they have always wished to stop human misery and poverty.But, since excess takes things exactely to their opposite ,since more gold was their “supreme“ end , final finality ..
Once they were one week away only from accomplishing their project, the project of all times ..
Passion,self denial and patience had already,progressively yielded to greediness . As far as they became near to the end of their project , they turned to believe they will push themselves to the limits , they turned to say they will struggle to make more and more gold and never matters if nature is suffocating, if trees are being genocided. What really matters is the gold humanity will be provided with or truely the gold they will provide for themselves .. Finally, this extreme greediness and rapacity turned suddenly to a an eternel torture , to the fate thrown by nature : every Saturday night they turn into monsters ,into Rattgolds .In order to be humans again they are miserably obliged to accomplish those monstrous rituals every sunday. Besides this, another researcher_who does not no anything about their torture_ has to stop the project, otherwise, torture remains eternal..Someone else has to understand humanity does not need more GOLD.