The birds were singing,
The flowers were dancing.
But amidst the happy setting was pandemonium.
Under the festive skies sat a couple wrangled in emotion.
On the last bench, farthest from where the pigeons were, they sat.
She wore her wishful frown in front of the guy she couldn’t look at.
What’s worse, she couldn’t even concentrate
Because her stomach was in war, it was just yesterday since she last ate.
Despite their blues, they left together to eat and drove for an hour.
They didn’t speak to each other whilst in the car.
She knew they were doomed and their relationship in bricks.
Eventually, they found a dining place just a little beyond the Lake of Styx.
They pulled over in front of a peculiar-looking restaurant and parked the car at the square.
It was odd because they found it in the middle of nowhere.
What made it odder was that it was called The Suicide Restaurant.
The sign on the brownstone said “Happiness comes to those who want”.
The place was cramped, small, and filled with so much gloom.
Inside was a white elegant Victorian-themed seven-tabled room.
At the center of the room was an intricate crystal chandelier,
And an old torn dirty couch on the left, in front of the cashier.
But let me tell you something about this odd little place,
The restaurant is popular for the many deaths it had to face.
Many intentionally come to just dine and die.
They willfully come to bid the world their last goodbye.
Once, there was a whole family who took their own lives in there.
The restaurant’s one and only staff found them and didn’t even care.
For in there, she had witnessed countless lives taken for thirty years.
The walls have eyes and the ground have ears.
Inside, she sat in that torn couch and waited for him.
She looked around and noticed the customers looked grim.
She was really tired that she looked so bland.
Although all she ever wanted was for him to care and hold her hand.
When he came in, he sat beside her without even glancing.
She noticed there were two tables in the middle with five to six people eating.
She thought this place wasn’t as eerie as it first appeared to be.
Then they saw this girl at the corner about to drink a cup of tea.
Just as she drank it, she fell face flat on her plate.
She’s dead, she had put poison on the food she just ate.
The woman at the cashier looked at the dead girl with a poker-face.
For for thirty years, these scenes she had already embraced.
The couple was horrified as they watched the girl take her last breaths.
The waitress just shrugged and said, “This restaurant cannot live without its deaths.”
They ran for their lives in shock and despair.
Turns out the restaurant was a silent hungry monster who fed on the souls of the people who died there.
Strangely, the other customers didn’t react and continued eating normally.
It was as if they already know… that it’s a place where death occurs rather too frequently.
This experimental short rhyming story* is based on a dream I had last March 1, 2014. The whole post is the narrative of how my dream went.
*I used the term “experimental short rhyming story” because I originally wanted to write this in the conventional narrative way but I figured, it would be more fun to read it in rhymes so I experimented using rhymes in this short story. Not creatively written enough, I know. But I just wanted to share the whole idea of a suicide restaurant. I found it extremely weird, at the same time a very cool idea too. Thanks to my weird dreams lol