Fiction logo

The Goat

The sneeze she never saw coming

By Renessa NortonPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
The Goat
Photo by Florian van Duyn on Unsplash

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a girl. She would dye her hair many colours, and paint her eyes in many shades, all in an attempt to become who she felt she truly was. She watched other people her own age laugh and have fun, and she could mimic that incredibly well. You would have never known that when she went home after school, she would despair because she never felt she fit in. The more people she surrounded herself with, the lonelier she felt. However when she was alone, she felt truly like herself at last. She could sit in her room for hours, reading about mystical lands - her favourite was about a goat named Matteusz. She could have read that book all day long. She would spend hours daydreaming and writing, creating a world in which she felt she belonged. But when the morning came and she had to go back to school, her face would become twisted, resigned to another day of no connection. You see, the girl lived in a horrid city that was full of people with no dreams or imagination. The city was small, yet it had humongous, terrible monsters that lived within its waters. These creatures had huge yellow teeth, tarnished with blood, and if you tried to escape, they would banish you forever. But one day, the girl decided to make a daring escape. She was the first to leave, but in her success, she grew confident in her abilities. She moved to a new town, and at last she felt as though she was where she truly belonged. One day, she looked up, and she saw a boy from her old town, and she realised that other people had escaped too. She thought that perhaps the monsters had disappeared, and having abandoned her family, she thought it was best to return and try to make her peace with the monsters. Almost as soon as she had arrived, she felt the same sense of loneliness, but she was glad she had gone back to put the monsters to rest and show them she wasn’t afraid. She left knowing that the path of freedom had been established. She returned to her old friends in her new town, but she discovered that whilst she was away, their paths had taken different turns, and she once again felt that same sense of loneliness. The only difference was that she had now grown to enjoy her solitude, and with age, had come wisdom, and a sort of peace with the fact that she was different to others. Sometimes she would meet someone and they would seem to be the same kind of strange as her, but very quickly she would discover that she preferred her loneliness to their company. It did not mean that the girl regretted those people coming into her life; only that they had learned their lessons from one another, and it was time to move on. The girl had heard of one particular city, far away. There was something about it that sounded magical, and she had long yearned to explore it. From all the whisperings by the townsfolk, it sounded as though, if there was ever to be anyone who matched her, he would be in this magical town. And so the girl finished school, and flew all night on a giant bird to this new place. And she searched high and low, and delved through magical realms to find her match. There were matches, but alas, they were all burnt and lacked any lustre. But the girl did not mind, because she was growing more and more comfortable in her own skin, and her company, she was finding, was fantastic! And just as she had come to terms with the fact that perhaps her match was herself all along, she heard a sound quite like a sneeze.

“Bless you!” she cried.

“No, I was introducing myself. Matteusz. Like the goat.”

“As a matter of fact, I do like goats. I like them best.”

Short Story

About the Creator

Renessa Norton

Enjoyed the story?
Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For FreePledge Your Support

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

    Renessa NortonWritten by Renessa Norton

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.