Once there was a giant who loved to lie. He would lie sweet lies, white lies. He discovered people listened to him even when he lied. The other giants loved his lies. Even his loved ones loved to listen to his lies The good thing was this giant always admitted he lies. People were amused that he was a good liar.
As he grew older, his lies multiplied. When he turned 20, he told everyone that he was dying. But he was not dying, he was lying. Soon many people were crying for the giant was well loved by many who forgot their sadness when he lied. The giant started to tremble and then collapsed in a heap. The giant’s mother had just arrived when she witnessed her son gasping for breath. By this time, some people already knew he was not really dying. But his poor mother did not know anything. The mother put her hand over her chest. She could not breath. In a few seconds, she was dead. The giant saw this but he could not stop from telling lies. He also saw that his lies could kill.
The giant felt no remorse. He looked around and clambered up the tallest tree in the land. He looked towards the east and saw waves rising 80, 90, hundred feet high. Three elves who became curious and were now attending to the giant’s mother asked the giant: What is that sound? Nothing, the giant said, but old whales singing their love songs. Below him, people were busy with their lives. A hissing sound then ensued as the waves flew to the shore. What is that? the elves again asked. Just the sea snakes dancing with the shells, the giant grinned with his lies. The skies turned dark and the stars appeared as the waves covered the heavens. A horrifying, crackling flashed as the waves crashed upon houses, killing everyone. Only the three elves with their magic and curse survived. Angered by the giant’s lack of guilt, the elves started to cast their spell and curse upon the giant. You will not be able to stop yourself from lying, the smallest of the elves shrieked. Each time you lie and people hear the lie, they will die, the tallest of the elves moaned. For every lie, your voice will grow bigger and people could hear your lies.
The giant told lies and tried to stop himself from lying but he could not. His voice grew hoarser and more vulgar and people from far and wide could hear his lies. Soon people were dying. His children started to die. His father disappeared and his wife was blown apart.
The giant could not do anything. He could not stop from lying.
He looked around and, from afar, saw a tiny, old woman. He ran to her and called her but she would not respond. The old woman was deaf and, thus, could not hear the giant’s voice and therefore, would not die. The giant approached the old woman and, in a loud voice, told her how he was cursed and how he wanted everyone to live again. The old woman understood the sadness and wishes of the giant. The old woman told the giant that only real tears caused by real sadness and real griefs would bring back the people and all his loved ones to life.
The giant tried to cry but there was no sadness in his heart. Desperate, he turned to the old woman and raised his arms in helplessness. The old woman understood this plea and pointed the giant to a woman now dead after the waves had receded. The woman had given birth and the infant was there quiet on the wet shore. The infant could not hear anything and could not understand anything. The giant got a flat stone and smashed the infant to a pulp. The giant seeing this started to tremble, his eyes welled up and he started to sob, and weep. It was the loneliest sound in the world. Slowly as the stars began to sparkle, the people—the giant’s loved ones included—started to move and open their eyes. The giant, seeing how there were again human beings to listen to him, started to tell lies once more. The people started to die again until there was no one left, save the giant who was born to kill, live and tell lies forever.
He could not be sad for there was no real grief in his heart. There was no happiness to make him forget about the curse. There was only the universe all to himself. Even the curse did not matter anymore for the giant who was born to lie had no one to tell lies to. The giant who was cursed to kill had no one to strangle, suffocate and smash to death.
There was no meaning to his killings. There was no meaning to his life. There was no meaning to his death. There was no meaning to his meanings.
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