regret - a story by me

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by bewitchedturnip

by bewitchedturnip

Humans, they took away everything. I once was a turkey. There was no other people who were also turkeys, so I was alone. Although, one day, I met another turkey. The name of this androgynous gnome was, of course, Gnome. Gnome and I, we were inseparable. We laughed, we ate seeds, we cried tears of turkey tears.

Until one day, oh, that fateful day. We were reminded that we are but insignificant beings in this cruel, evil riddled world.

Gnome was taken from me, their fate sealed when a human male came and took them away. I can never forget it, the turkey tears that Gnome shed, as they cried out for me until they were taken through those farm doors.

I bet Gnome is in heaven, unlike where I will be once this revenge is over. I have shed to much human blood to go there now, instead I am doomed to go the thanksgiving dinner and watch them eat turkey, for all eternity.

I enacted my revenge on the humans, first the farmer who took away my beloved Gnome, then on his wife. Eventually I created an entire turkey society, hidden in the bushes. We became known as the Bush Turkeys. Feared by all, lovers of many. One by one, all the poultry flocked to us, seeing our cause as just. Then it was the other animals. And soon, our influence spread globally. The humans were outnumbered as we stood tall against them.

Every day, I think back to the times when Gnome and I were together. We used to dream about peace, and a place to live freely. Gnome wanted to coincide peacefully with the humans, but that choice was ripped from him when he was taken into that barn and slaughtered.

Today is the day of death, tomorrow, the day of revolution. We will strike better and harder at the human forces. Driving them back with each kick, each peck, every feather. We will take back our lands from this horrific race.

The day of death soon arrived, and although there was so much bloodshed, I could not turn back now. Not when we were this close to a new world. As I gaze out into the battlefield, humans and turkeys alike both lying the ground, dead. However, as I stare into the red soaked soil, a lone figure stood there. The familiarity blew me away. It looked just like him. Gnome. But no, it couldn't be. Could it?

He was killed, I was there. I was him getting dragged into the shed. But if he was alive, why didn't he ever come back to me? Gnome, those feathers, the androgynous features, that beak. Everything was how it would be if he had lived. Its true, I never saw him butchered, but this simply couldn't be possible.

The wind ruffles my feathers as a start to turkey run towards him. But, as I get closer I realise. This Gnome, he's changed. His beautiful spark is gone from his eyes. The way they used to twinkle is lost and all I see is a reflection. "Gnome, where were you? Gobble" I cried out.

"This isn't what I wanted! Gobble." He managed to croak out, "Join me, my turkey, and we can live together in peace with the humans! They have changed. They now see you as a powerful leader, capable of changing the world for the better. Please, stop this violence. Gobble."

His words got more powerful each sentence. I dropped to the floor in agony, the emotional pain was too much. After all this time, Gnome was standing in front of me alive and talking. "Gnome, I can't just let this go! After all this bloodshed, what will they have died for?! It was all for you, but now that you aren't there, there is only me. Only me..."

"YOU'RE WRONG!" Gnome was screaming out to me, "Your comrades wanted peace, right? Well this can be their peace! A world where everyone is equal, no more slaughterhouses. And we will be together! Isn't that all you wanted? What we dreamed about as little turkeys on that farm? Please, my turkey. Just give up, let it go."

And with that, I ran into Gnome and cried. And there we stayed looking up at the setting sun, the breeze blowing gently on us. Until the end of our short, turkey lives.

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