I'm thinking.......................................................................O, Yes. My story. I have bad news. While you forgot to subsequently check my website every two and a half hours the story's main character died, his best friend was found to have a deadly cancer and...well...the hero, to us readers dismay, failed to save the world.
Just kidding. Actually the bad news is that I haven't written that much more on the story( us forced artist). The next post's story section may be considerably shorter. You can't tell it from my end but my computer just froze and I didn't save this post. So it erased about a 3/4 page of writing. Numskulled, shallowbrained computer. I now start all over: I just had a change of mind.
I will start a different story. Sorry.Because I have a whole lot more written on the other one, whereas I only have like one page of the one I started with you. As a disclaimer: This is not the finished product so don't get worried about the grammar or other things.
The Children of Light
Part 1 They that weren’t
Kick. Step. Bump. Step, step to the right. Kick, the rock fell in the ditch. Another pebble suddenly found itself aware of flying through the air, only to roll into the ditch. Without any prior warning an additional stone was chosen by Arkhay to boot down the dirt road. Like a lone soul allowing himself to be kicked about by another’s whim. Unlike the stone which is built into a athanasy wall of comrades.
Arkhay would have run. He was carrying a cold earthenware pitcher of water, sure would spill. He wanted to save it for Aggelos, the prophet. Arkhay was going to meet Aggelos. Greeting him with a cup of water, and naturally a letter from Arkhay’s father addressing the prophet, he would walk back with him. Contrary to what most of the populace considered him, Aggelos was not a dismal prophet always telling terrible woes, but an orator of truth.
Many people had arrived at the manor yesterday and today. They were housed in the spare tower a little distance from the Main. Arkhay wanted to have some time with Aggelos so he volunteered to greet him.
Looking across the ditch was a old wooden fence, beyond the fence midmost were a few cows grazing in one of the many pastures owned by the Teleos household. A row of wizened oak trees garnished the opposite side of the road. Dignified boughs rising into the sky displayed the former inhabitants prosperity. Noisy birds lodged in little clusters as they busily peppered the branches with their talk. Arkhay was proud to belong to such an ancient strain.
He had come to his favorite stopping point. He sat in the crease of the grass with his back to the old fencepost with the little round hole in it. The day had been busy and there was to be a feast tonight. Arkhay had helped the servants with what he could, placing new candles in the place of old, setting up more tables in the banquet hall at the Main. Now it was time to wait. With the pitcher placed against the bottom fence plank, he sat back watching the birds. The shadows rose as the warmth of air left.
Part 1 They that weren’t
Kick. Step. Bump. Step, step to the right. Kick, the rock fell in the ditch. Another pebble suddenly found itself aware of flying through the air, only to roll into the ditch. Without any prior warning an additional stone was chosen by Arkhay to boot down the dirt road. Like a lone soul allowing himself to be kicked about by another’s whim. Unlike the stone which is built into a athanasy wall of comrades.
Arkhay would have run. He was carrying a cold earthenware pitcher of water, sure would spill. He wanted to save it for Aggelos, the prophet. Arkhay was going to meet Aggelos. Greeting him with a cup of water, and naturally a letter from Arkhay’s father addressing the prophet, he would walk back with him. Contrary to what most of the populace considered him, Aggelos was not a dismal prophet always telling terrible woes, but an orator of truth.
Many people had arrived at the manor yesterday and today. They were housed in the spare tower a little distance from the Main. Arkhay wanted to have some time with Aggelos so he volunteered to greet him.
Looking across the ditch was a old wooden fence, beyond the fence midmost were a few cows grazing in one of the many pastures owned by the Teleos household. A row of wizened oak trees garnished the opposite side of the road. Dignified boughs rising into the sky displayed the former inhabitants prosperity. Noisy birds lodged in little clusters as they busily peppered the branches with their talk. Arkhay was proud to belong to such an ancient strain.
He had come to his favorite stopping point. He sat in the crease of the grass with his back to the old fencepost with the little round hole in it. The day had been busy and there was to be a feast tonight. Arkhay had helped the servants with what he could, placing new candles in the place of old, setting up more tables in the banquet hall at the Main. Now it was time to wait. With the pitcher placed against the bottom fence plank, he sat back watching the birds. The shadows rose as the warmth of air left.
Well there it is.
I've got a problem with my site. I don't have a camera( unless you count my brothers .3 megapixel camera phone.) So I can't get pictures very often( this does not make my site uncool). toodles
1 comment:
From one accordian player to another: you've got to read this, Levi! http://www.xanga.com/joyellaina/561428770/keys-chords-and-bellows.html
We got quite a laugh out of it here, especially the "how to play" instructions. ;-)
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