Post by No title yet on Sept 9, 2006 19:38:54 GMT -5
New story of mine. Basically, inspiration hit me again. and this time, the rock hit my head! That's a good thing. I'm really proud of this story. It's not finished yet, but I'll post anyway.
The rain was fast upon me this day. One second, there was nothing. Then another, it down poured. Flash, there was lightning. Eight seconds later, thunder screamed in my ears.
The rain came down so fast, that the tears from heaven splattered into a million more and created a gray mist.
I headed for the grove of trees, seeking shelter. Wishing to stay in the rain. I was convinced otherwise by a companion of mine, a squirrel by the name of Troy. His head, right besides my ear under the hood of my cloak, chattered in an annoying voice.
“Please! Go to the trees! I absolutely HATE getting wet! Maybe some of my kin is there. I know you love me. Don’t try to hide it!â€
That’s what Troy said. To my dismay, and to his joy, I headed to the grove where he scampered up the trees and was greeted by many chatters and squeaks of joy.
My voice was strange as I called softly to Troy and quietly spoke to him. “stay here until I get back. I have business of my own.â€
He nodded energetically. He was more than happy to oblige, and Troy’s furry, little head was instantly among the needled branches again.
I left my pack with all my food supplies under the tree, but kept my other one upon my back. I trusted that Troy would keep the other squirrel’s curious noses out.
Stepping out from under the protection of the tree, I let my cloak slide off my shoulders and let it land in a puddle. I started to head farther and farther away from the chatty squirrel voices, until only my uneven breathing can be heard, and that barely.
I lifted my head towards the sky. I let the rain wash over me, as if it were an icy cold shower washing away my terrible deeds and sins. It was like God’s tears giving pity to those who needed it most.
But this isn’t why I loved the rain so. I loved it, because I could cry and no one would see my tears.
My other pack I let slide off my back, but I caught it before it hit the ground. What was inside was even more valuable than a mountain of food.
Inside were three stuffed animals. A wolf, a rabbit, and a squirrel. All were worn from age, but seemed to continue on for an eternity more.
The wolf was a gray wolf with red eyes. It was from my father. He told me it stood for courage. He said as long as I had that, I would be able to do anything.
The rabbit was from my mother. It stood for innocence. And that is what my mother was: innocent. Just like how my father had courage. Maybe that was why he married her, because of her innocence.
And last but not least, the squirrel. From my older sister. It stood for teamwork. She was my idol, and she was able to get anyone to work together, even enemies, in any situation.
I held the animals tight as they got soaked by the rain and my tears. These were what was left of my family. My last connections to who they were. Yes, I knew they were always with me in spirit, they told me so themselves before they died, but it still hurt nonetheless.
My love was also gone, he left me too, but for different reasons. I don’t know what they are, but he promised me that he’d be back. And I believed him.
From underneath my shirt I withdrew a slim silver chain. On the end of it was a silver crescent moon and a star. In the center of the moon there was a sapphire, and in the star, a ruby. He said I was the moon, and he, the star, both shining bright in the night sky, encircling each other, always there for each other.
Except… the ruby was cracked won the middle, just like my heart. I knew something happened to him. That’s why I was traveling, searching.
Both of the precious gems pulsed with their own light. But day-by-day, the ruby’s kept fading and fading.
He was one of the last people that cared for me. If he left me too, I don’t know what I’d do. I did promise him that I’d stay home, but I broke the promise and searched. So far, to no avail.
Tucking my chain and charms back underneath my shirt, I stood and headed back to Troy and his kin. I dried my wolf, rabbit, and squirrel animals with heat an put them away. The squirrels always had open arms (well, paws) for Troy and me. I wanted to keep that, so it’d be polite if I introduced myself to them by daybreak, though you couldn’t tell because of the rain, but an animal’s instincts will tell them when the sun rises and sets.
Breathing in the smell of wet earth deeply I picked up my wet cloak and hung it to dry, for it had stopped raining. I had been gone for at least two hours.
The rain was fast upon me this day. One second, there was nothing. Then another, it down poured. Flash, there was lightning. Eight seconds later, thunder screamed in my ears.
The rain came down so fast, that the tears from heaven splattered into a million more and created a gray mist.
I headed for the grove of trees, seeking shelter. Wishing to stay in the rain. I was convinced otherwise by a companion of mine, a squirrel by the name of Troy. His head, right besides my ear under the hood of my cloak, chattered in an annoying voice.
“Please! Go to the trees! I absolutely HATE getting wet! Maybe some of my kin is there. I know you love me. Don’t try to hide it!â€
That’s what Troy said. To my dismay, and to his joy, I headed to the grove where he scampered up the trees and was greeted by many chatters and squeaks of joy.
My voice was strange as I called softly to Troy and quietly spoke to him. “stay here until I get back. I have business of my own.â€
He nodded energetically. He was more than happy to oblige, and Troy’s furry, little head was instantly among the needled branches again.
I left my pack with all my food supplies under the tree, but kept my other one upon my back. I trusted that Troy would keep the other squirrel’s curious noses out.
Stepping out from under the protection of the tree, I let my cloak slide off my shoulders and let it land in a puddle. I started to head farther and farther away from the chatty squirrel voices, until only my uneven breathing can be heard, and that barely.
I lifted my head towards the sky. I let the rain wash over me, as if it were an icy cold shower washing away my terrible deeds and sins. It was like God’s tears giving pity to those who needed it most.
But this isn’t why I loved the rain so. I loved it, because I could cry and no one would see my tears.
My other pack I let slide off my back, but I caught it before it hit the ground. What was inside was even more valuable than a mountain of food.
Inside were three stuffed animals. A wolf, a rabbit, and a squirrel. All were worn from age, but seemed to continue on for an eternity more.
The wolf was a gray wolf with red eyes. It was from my father. He told me it stood for courage. He said as long as I had that, I would be able to do anything.
The rabbit was from my mother. It stood for innocence. And that is what my mother was: innocent. Just like how my father had courage. Maybe that was why he married her, because of her innocence.
And last but not least, the squirrel. From my older sister. It stood for teamwork. She was my idol, and she was able to get anyone to work together, even enemies, in any situation.
I held the animals tight as they got soaked by the rain and my tears. These were what was left of my family. My last connections to who they were. Yes, I knew they were always with me in spirit, they told me so themselves before they died, but it still hurt nonetheless.
My love was also gone, he left me too, but for different reasons. I don’t know what they are, but he promised me that he’d be back. And I believed him.
From underneath my shirt I withdrew a slim silver chain. On the end of it was a silver crescent moon and a star. In the center of the moon there was a sapphire, and in the star, a ruby. He said I was the moon, and he, the star, both shining bright in the night sky, encircling each other, always there for each other.
Except… the ruby was cracked won the middle, just like my heart. I knew something happened to him. That’s why I was traveling, searching.
Both of the precious gems pulsed with their own light. But day-by-day, the ruby’s kept fading and fading.
He was one of the last people that cared for me. If he left me too, I don’t know what I’d do. I did promise him that I’d stay home, but I broke the promise and searched. So far, to no avail.
Tucking my chain and charms back underneath my shirt, I stood and headed back to Troy and his kin. I dried my wolf, rabbit, and squirrel animals with heat an put them away. The squirrels always had open arms (well, paws) for Troy and me. I wanted to keep that, so it’d be polite if I introduced myself to them by daybreak, though you couldn’t tell because of the rain, but an animal’s instincts will tell them when the sun rises and sets.
Breathing in the smell of wet earth deeply I picked up my wet cloak and hung it to dry, for it had stopped raining. I had been gone for at least two hours.
