A Random, Illogical Person. Ja, That's Me.

Random story: A button in the woods

A/N: I wrote this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lilah and I walked through the woods, laughing and singing. We would take turns singing songs for each other as we walked, then we would talk about the song and, if it was from a musical, we would discuss that, too . Suddenly, we saw a clearing ahead of us. It glowed with a silver-white light in the distance. "What is that?" Lilah wondered aloud. "I don't know," I replied, "but I feel drawn to it. So many things can happen in a place like this. This forest is old, full of memory, and despair mixed with the slightest glimmer of hope. As if it knows that a new day will come, and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer." "It sounds really good when you say it like that." Lilah said. As silently as shadows, we raced toward the lighted clearing, feeling the lust for adventure fall over us,like the lid of night falling over the sky at the end of an eventful day.

As we sped closer, we noticed the trees slowly turn from pines and oaks into birches and ashes. Still Lilah and I sped on, running as if we couldn't stop for the world. Finally, we burst into the clearing with the silvery light. In the exact center of the clearing, there was a pedestal that seemed to be made of ivory. It was ornately carved and was a jewel to the eye. "Look!" Exclaimed Lilah. "The light is coming from something on the pedestal." I squinted to try and see through the light. "It's a box," I said, " and it has a red button on it."

"How strange." said Lilah. As she said this, I walked closer to the pedestal, drawn by its mysterious magic. "There is writing on it." I said. "What does it say?" Lilah wanted to know. "It says:

'Welcome, o' bewildered stranger;

Press the button and greet the danger;

Or wander 'til it drives you mad;

What would have happened if you had.

For you may have passed up a mighty chance;

To let your spirit leap and dance;

Or perhaps you cheated death once more;

And are clinging to life now evermore.

So I ask you again, bewildered stranger;

Press the button and greet the danger;

Or wander 'til it drives you mad;

What would have happened if you had.'"

"Wow," Said Lilah, amazed, "that's deep." "Should we press it?" I wandered. "No." said Lilah. "Remember what it said about death? I don't want to die." "I couldn't live with not knowing what would have happened. Besides, death is the greatest adventure." I argued. "Ok, you win, we will press the button. I have only one preference, we will do it together so that we both find out at the same time." said Lilah.

Lilah did the countdown ("On three. One, two, THREE!!"). On three we brought our fingers down in one movement. When we hit the button, a quiet flute tune began to play. Gradually, more instruments were added until it was a whole orchestra, all playing the same note. The sky darkened, the trees swayed in the breeze that had just formed, the flute was playing on it's own again, but this time it sounded powerful, regal, almost despairing. A woman's deep voice said, "What brings you to the exact center of the forest?" Lilah and I stared at each other, not one of us knowing how to answer. The flute carried on its tune, unaware that we had become statues staring blankly ahead, not caring that we felt that we had never been so wrong in all our lives.