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| SeraphimRhapsody (profile) wrote, on 3-2-2004 at 10:26pm | |
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| This is a rough rough draft of the story I wrote up in TOK yesterday when I should have been doing that worksheet. Such thoughts were in my head that I could not concentrate on anything.. however this story has been in my head for a long while. Props are given to Amanda. The quote that brought about this story will be found eventually.... it's in your journal somewhere. ( Mind you all this is a rough draft of thoughts...... yeah.. ) The young couple smiled down at Andy, their three-year-old son, who was laughing happily as he glued the colored strips of paper together. The boy always enjoyed art and it must have run in the family since the house was full of acclaimed works created by the parents. The telephone rang, an important call that drew the couple away from the room with one protective glance toward Andy. The boy turned a smile toward them, reaching for the glue as a ray of light filtered through the window. Something glimmered brightly, pulling Andy's eyes toward it. A lone jar, more lke an ornate vase, sat on a pedestal in the adjacent room. The ray of light lit the jar so that it seemed to glow with an inner radience. Colored in a dark irredscence, the light swirled, allowing colors to shift and dance. Naturally Andy was drawn to the beauty and mysticism of the vase, and he got up from his small seat and moved toward the vase. He became mesmerized, looking up at the bewitching colors, and could not help but reach out to it. He pulled, and the jar came crashing down. Andy blinked, looking down at the shards, but more intently- at the moving threads of silver that twisted from the now open jar. Almost immediately after the jar had broken open, a shriek had permeated the house, neh the world. To Andy however, the shriek was dull, a pale glowing light having enveloped the jar to a circumference of a few feet, including Andy in its defence. He bent down and tried to grab the silver threads- they slipped from his grasp. Andy watched them as one by one they slithered through the protective glowing sphere from the jar and entered the world. Immediately there was a change. It was almost as if every disaster possible had hit. The television in the room flipped on and natural disaster, catastrophe, war, famine, death, everything was going on. The house itself crumbled and deteriorated- everything was being destroyed save Andy in the sphere of light. Andy cried out, his scream of fear and confusion lost to the shriek and wail of the broken jar. He looked around the room until his eyes rested on the glue. He looked to his feet at the broken pieces. He could fix this. Just glue back the broken pieces then capture the threads that escaped and everything would be fine. Bending down, Andy tried to gather the shards in his small arms. Though sharp, the cuts the shards caused did not bleed. The child picked up as many as he could, but it was never all of them. Picking up another, one he held would fall. Turning to the glue back on the table, he tried to make his way over to it with just the shards he could carry. The pieces would not be seperated. Andy stood there wth pieces in his arms, staring down at what he could not hold, completely lost. Movement caught his eye and the boy looked up to see two figures pulling themselves into the delapitated room. They were old, sickly, deformed- but identifiable. The couple's eyes sighed with confirmation of what had occured and they reached for their son. The three-year-old dropped the pieces of the jar he held and reached for his parents as far as the sphere would let him. The adults made it into the room and tried with all their energy to make it when two silver thtreads streamed into view. The two tried to dodge but the threads connected with each adult and they instantly fell to the floor, lifeless. The boy collapsed to the ground, alone in the world as the television continued to relay news of death and destruction. He stared at the shards then tried vainly to piece them back together. More light flashed and Andy hesitantly looked up from the irredescent pieces. Floating above him now, outside the sphere of wicked light, shone several silver threads. Threads meant just for him. The Fears of the World can be summed up in one young family's Hope. In hiding the Fears they Hope never occur, Pandora's Box becomes the greatest Danger of All. Yes, I know there are problems. I typed it up quickly. Not really speedily.. but without rereading. I dunno.... yeah... that's the basic point of that story I guess. And I think I'll change the boys name.. no points for figuring out the name's connection to some of the other thoughts in my head. : P What do you all think ( of the rough draft )? For Amanda and anyone else who needs some basic guidlines ( ^______^;;;;; ): Does the name 'Andy' fit the story? What did you feel or think when you read this story? Your impressions, likes, dislikes, etc. What did you see in the story? Mentioned or not. What do you think the threads are? Comments? Criticisms? |
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DragonSpeaker | 03-06-04 1:36am Lol, it's because I'm challenged, all right?!! XD
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