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As you all might know I'm a writer. ..yea, really. I usually write fantasy. I was planning to put a few of my stories in my journal, but I think I'll just enter one story, since the others are in Dutch. mrgreen
It ain't my best story. I'm trying to write a book, which, so far, is much better. But it's hard for me to write a story in English, because I still have to think about correct grammar, right words...
Oh, and I would highly appreciate it if you'd tell me if I used bad grammar, and if so, what the mistake is.
So.. Here it is:
Tree-sleeper
This is the story of a boy named Tom. Tom lived in a small village somewhere in the South of Europe. The villagers thought he was strange, and he actually really was different from most of them. He didn’t like drinking, he didn’t like parties, he didn’t want to talk about other people.. Actually, he didn’t want to talk at all. His parents didn’t love him, and he didn’t love himself. On his 12th birthday he got enough of things. He took all he had and left the village. He left a note for his parents: I finally disappeared. Your not-existing son, Tom.
He followed the river for a while, until he came across another village. He stopped and thought for a while. Then he decided he’d better avoid contact with anyone until he was far away from the village he had always lived in. People could try to take him back, and that was the last thing he wanted. So he got of the road and continued his way through the fields.
He wasn’t hungry. He ate whatever mother nature offered him, and didn’t have to search for it once. Good things happened to come on his way all the time. It made him feel happy. He even got a travelling-companion: A dog started to follow him after a week or so. He didn’t feel lonely. In fact, he even felt less lonely than any other day in his life.
He walked, and walked, and continued walking for a very long time, until he came to a forest. There was a small path leading through it, which he followed. The path ended in a clearing, and in the middle of it stood another tree. He slowly walked closer. He was somehow full of respect. He placed his hand on the bark and suddenly felt full of love for this tree. Love that went further than one could ever imagine. He set down underneath it, leaning against the trunk, and closed his eyes. His travelling-companion, which he had now named Dog (because that was so easy to remember), lay down besides him. Together they fell asleep.
And they slept for months, for years, for ages. Time passed by and no one found them. In the village they had forgotten all about him, and he hadn’t known anyone outside the village. And he slept, and the world let him sleep. It became night, it became day, and night again, and Tom didn’t notice. He was dreaming about the world. About the future and the past. About what would happen when he’d wake up, and how the world would look then. And it was fine that way.
But suddenly, after many years, someone called him out of his sleep: Wake up, Tree-sleeper. Time has passed and you’ve been forgotten. It is time you come back to us. Wake up, Tree-sleeper. You have to wake up now. He slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes. In front of him was standing a wonderful young lady. She was holding a white horse, and as he looked aside, at his travelling-companion, he saw Dog had changed into a beautiful black horse. It took a while before he realised he wasn’t dreaming and slowly got up. I’m glad you’ve waited for me, Tom. The lady spoke softly. Come on, it’s finally time to enjoy life! They climbed on their horses and got out of the forest. She smiled. Come on, Tom, lets go, the world loves you.
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 anayenda · Sun Sep 03, 2006 @ 07:26am · 0 Comments |
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