Ok, here's the catch: One monday morning, in an Alaskan village, a father wakes up his son to tell him of the death of his girlfriend. Of course, he is shocked, and his once strong grasp on reality is lost. In his imagination, he creates his own girlfriend. Most beautiful maiden he has seen, or at least imagined. He jokes around with his new imaginary friend, telling her of his best-kept secrets. This girlfriend responds with only smiles and expressions she has been imagined to express, and her expressions similar to the dead girl's. One day, when the guy reveals how he stole a wooden toy from a palace, the maiden responds" That's a bad thing to do." The guy is petrified, that somehow this thought, this thoughtfully-carved piece of creativity, this girlfriend, has somehow came up with a sentence, and a word only could make his heart come to a halt.
The father finds out that the death of his girl-friend was a suicidal one, and the village-people had seen him violate the girl, and the girl with reluctance. The father is angry of what his son has brought to his name. He tortures him, and the loudest of screams was heard when it had occured. Ad the whipping continued, and so the son built hate for his father. And the imaginary friend had also built hate. It was hate that was like a stain that couldn't be cleansed.........
TOMORROW................... I'm too tired to finish. If you could give me some ideas on this shorty, PM me.
I know it's really not that interesting and all, so if you want to leave a comment, leave one that doesn't deal too much on pessimism.