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The Unlikely Hero (Working Title)
Here's a little snippet of something I typed up in the library...I have no clue what this could end up being :lol:
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"I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance."
-William Faulkner
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A little hole in the cave was all that separated the little boy from hope and civilization. That was it: no obstacles, no spikes or bumps...just a sheet of path. the very young male, just learning to talk, straddled along on all fours, and sometimes twos, to reach the light shining on his palms. He was attracted to it without a doubt, and would never slow his pace. This was because he longed for light and light longed for him, for both had not seen each other in a very long time.
It had been 3 years in darkness. 3 years of the infant boy blind to seeing anything. He didn't know he even existed until he let out a slur. But it pained his brain, it told his brain that all he would ever see was pitch black and sounds of water dripping, and the howls of the wolf and the dimmed echo of the night. This seemed all too terrifying, especially for a newborn who could hardly think of it at all.
And so he reached the high ridge of the mountain, widening his little eyes at frost mountains to the north, forests just below him, and darkness in the horizon. This all came to him instantly. He now understood how a mountain grew, how the wind turned, how the skies act with the weather, even the leaves on the trees. So, yes, it was all magnificent and glorious, you couldn't doubt that. Though discover would soon become lethal. He began to slip off the tip, seldom letting out a cry. The baby was going to lose his grip, and he had nothing to think of to save himself! Indeed, there were many things the baby learned that day...
but the one factor he missed was to avoid slipping off the edge.
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The loyal farmer was just about thirty years old, and he was as happy as ever. He was going to deliver some wealthy food supplies he grew from his farm, which hardly ever happened, and he felt good inside. After all, isn't that what we all want in life? So he was just the luckiest man in Oakvale right now, and with a pile of money as big as the wheel barrow he was carrying over to the bustling city of Bowerstone.
It seemed that the sky was wearing down, and the moon appeared more than often...nightfall was coming. And as the stars dotted the once empty skylight, the farmer set up camp next to his barrow and went into a long sleep. It was then that he heard a loud, "thump!", such as the sound of a little object plummeting into the soft pile of the wheel barrow. And in the crackle of the fire adjacent to him, the farmer opened his eyes, and grabbed his gun. Which, in fact, had no ammunition. But not at all did he realize that a gun would not help him on the long journey nestled inside the little haystack.
It's not much at all, but I just wanted to get your impressions on it.:hmm: After all, it's not much to interpret.
Here's a little snippet of something I typed up in the library...I have no clue what this could end up being :lol:
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"I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance."
-William Faulkner
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A little hole in the cave was all that separated the little boy from hope and civilization. That was it: no obstacles, no spikes or bumps...just a sheet of path. the very young male, just learning to talk, straddled along on all fours, and sometimes twos, to reach the light shining on his palms. He was attracted to it without a doubt, and would never slow his pace. This was because he longed for light and light longed for him, for both had not seen each other in a very long time.
It had been 3 years in darkness. 3 years of the infant boy blind to seeing anything. He didn't know he even existed until he let out a slur. But it pained his brain, it told his brain that all he would ever see was pitch black and sounds of water dripping, and the howls of the wolf and the dimmed echo of the night. This seemed all too terrifying, especially for a newborn who could hardly think of it at all.
And so he reached the high ridge of the mountain, widening his little eyes at frost mountains to the north, forests just below him, and darkness in the horizon. This all came to him instantly. He now understood how a mountain grew, how the wind turned, how the skies act with the weather, even the leaves on the trees. So, yes, it was all magnificent and glorious, you couldn't doubt that. Though discover would soon become lethal. He began to slip off the tip, seldom letting out a cry. The baby was going to lose his grip, and he had nothing to think of to save himself! Indeed, there were many things the baby learned that day...
but the one factor he missed was to avoid slipping off the edge.
---
The loyal farmer was just about thirty years old, and he was as happy as ever. He was going to deliver some wealthy food supplies he grew from his farm, which hardly ever happened, and he felt good inside. After all, isn't that what we all want in life? So he was just the luckiest man in Oakvale right now, and with a pile of money as big as the wheel barrow he was carrying over to the bustling city of Bowerstone.
It seemed that the sky was wearing down, and the moon appeared more than often...nightfall was coming. And as the stars dotted the once empty skylight, the farmer set up camp next to his barrow and went into a long sleep. It was then that he heard a loud, "thump!", such as the sound of a little object plummeting into the soft pile of the wheel barrow. And in the crackle of the fire adjacent to him, the farmer opened his eyes, and grabbed his gun. Which, in fact, had no ammunition. But not at all did he realize that a gun would not help him on the long journey nestled inside the little haystack.
It's not much at all, but I just wanted to get your impressions on it.:hmm: After all, it's not much to interpret.
I also like some criticism, even if it's only two words.