"A Cloudy Production"
When the day came to shine
The wind had made a crime.
Fury of the sound
And sweep of a sigh
Blew all good faith away.
So the sky was crowned
Man took its peak
To tell the sky to speak.
And after his word
Came gently over land
Peace came to all
And left the sky silent.
PART ONE: The Factory
The edge of the world is a part of the land where a volcano just happened to stand. Here and there a cloud would appear at its peak. It was surrounded by a gloom of such a dismal affair, not unlike the Factory perched on its side. Under the shadow of that steamy rock no sign of life could be seen. The distance appeared black and gray with no trees, nor brush, nor bird to stir the sooty air. The sinking sun lightly brought the Factory from the haze, it began to bustle and creak, its towering chimneys sending smoke up into the gray sky. It made more suit and more smoke than the tired old mountain. The towering rock seemed startled, and coughed in dismay. So far and wide did those clouds stretch that they reached up over the land's edge. Those inside the Factory busied themselves to maintain the machines, with oil and levers and gears.
In an instant there was a great gush of steam that filled the room; a large pipe had burst. A tall and slender woman appeared from the smoke, "hey you! Shut the valve, shut the machines! That's a major line!" Through the hot steam and confusion of workers the valve was shut, only to reveal the damage done. The once gleaming metal had been rusted and corroded from use, and could no longer hold the pressure. The troubled and work-worn faces peered into the deposits of grime caked inside.
"This babe's gonn'a need'a new pipe, it can't be repaired", said a short man closest to the pipe. He rubbed his bald head with a groan at the thought of it.
The sharp woman's face contorted in disgust, "Wha, you think all that earthy steam is so clean? Agggh! I knew this was coming. No one listens when I say we need funds, and now the whole system needs to be replaced!"
"It's those natives! It's their fff-fault. We never should'a built on this lan", said a young man with a quiver that shook his body.
"Their just a fable" said the short man, "we're the only ones to ever control the clouds." He shot the young man a harsh look.
"Not anymore if we don' fix this", the woman' eyes sagged from stress that aged her before her time. "This may be the end of our production. The end of the line. With no funds and no supplies we'll soon have hurricanes and droughts and… and…"
The young man's face grew solemn at this, "an no mor' 'stories of the sky', oh, and I fear what the cold. What will my family do?"
The woman glared at him "this Factory controls the weather across the land. It could go back to the way it was when crops die, and floods wash us away… But they would never let that happen!" She looked searchingly at the others, and then to the floor. She could already feel the air changing around her.
At that moment, the sun began to break though the manufactured clouds and a light breeze rolled them away. Then the sunlight reached across the landscape and the wind picked up like a long caged bull set loose. It reached out to the people of the country causing them to look nervously to the sky. For so long the Factory made enough rain to please the farmers, though hardly enough wind for a kite. It stopped any ill weather from reaching the land. Also, the clouds were shaped to tell a story that continued each evening.
Therefore it was a sure sign that something was wrong since this evening there were no Story Clouds, only a cold howling wind. The winds reached the cities and shook the trees and made the houses creek. Everywhere the people were filled with anxiety. Why was this happening? Were they being punished? Were the heavens angry with them? Questions began to flood the minds of every man and woman, and they began to bicker and argue over the cause.
This is my first story on FictionPress, so Please let me know what you think! It was partly inspired by the Gorillaz song "Coming Out of the Monkey's Head" which gave the story a lyrical and fable-like appeal. It was also inspired by one of my favorite books: James and the Giant Peach. Thanks for reading!