So I haven't said anything in here for a while so, here goes :)
School is going fine, especially now that I am making room for everything I should be doing &c. Here's a short story I wrote for my creative writing class, if you can't figure out what it's about than you're stupid... just kidding of course!
I Know the Boy
I see him through the window. He sits, a look of concern on his youthful features. Kind hands hold the large volume. His eyes, bright as they reflect the light form the sole candle lit on the desk, pause on a place. Slowly, he sets the book down and touches his face, closing his eyes. Afraid he would go to sleep, I walk across the front of the house, making noise on the wood there. His attention is captured and I meet his eyes with mine.
I watch him get up from his seat. He pulls a coat off the wall and, placing it around his shoulders, he disappears from my view. In a moment, he appears once more, coming out of his home, a hand on the frame. I am still as he closes the door and then steps towards me. I back away from him, leaving him.
But not completely. I continue to watch him as his breath mysteriously whitens the air. He heads off into the trees, in a direction away from his home. He pauses there, at the tree line, to gaze back momentarily. As he continues, I follow him. I keep cover in the trees, my feet silent where they land on the pines that cover the ground. I am joined in tracking him by friends. Some are small, flying in the air or scampering beneath my feet. Some are like me, a brother of mine.
The beautiful boy stops after a long walk in a small meadow surrounded by large trees. Slowly, he begins to kneel. Suddenly without notice the boy is attacked by something dark, not of his kind or mine. Calling out nervously, my friends and I are scared. We are not able to help him and feel uncomfortable. Some of them leave us, running away to escape the fear they feel here. I hold my ground, watching and waiting.
The boy calls out, gripping his chest where he lay curled on the ground. I take a step towards him, though I know I cannot help him now.
Miraculously, his attacker flees, leaving the boy panting on the forest floor. My gaze, like his, is drawn upward as very bright light falls down through the trees near him. The boys shields his eyes, moaning at the brightness of the light. A glorious voice, one I have heard before, speaks, filling the glade. The boy peers up. Fright turns to astonishment on his youthful face. I watch, feeling calm and hopeful as an exchange takes place.
I stand my ground, watching until the boy is alone. The natural light of morning is descending now as the world wakes. The light falls gracefully through the trees where the boy kneels, pensive and still.
Quietly I enter the glade, approaching him. He looks up at me, suddenly noticing I am there. He blinks as he watches me. I kneel by his side and push my head under his arm. I help him to his feet and slowly we walk back the way we had come.
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