Monday, June 30, 2008

So who reads my blog anyway?

The fog blew over the misty mountains, over green pastures, and over dark forests. The trees turned and swayed under the gusts, and the sound of the whispering breeze could be heard all around the world. The cold brooks of the lakes slowly rippled outward from the winds, the rivers rushed up against the rocks, and the word was buzzing all around. The light of the sun rose over the peaks of the white blanketed summits. The slow earth churned under the new day, the life breathing through the trees, creating a hope.
As the world slowly rose for the new day, a boy slowly awoke upon a dirt road. Carefully he picked up his head, and opened his eyes, rubbing them as they adjusted to the light. He shook with the new day and the changing earth, yawning and opening his watery blue eyes. He picked himself off of the dirty road, and staggered up onto his feet. He patted the dirt off of his hands and then all of a sudden it hit him. He had no idea where he was.
The road was very plain; just dirt about ten feet across, that stretched out and disappeared. It wasn’t the road itself that caught the attention of Mark though; it was the scenery that was on either side of it. From what he could see, it was untamed wilderness. On one side there was grassland, with wheat-like tails sticking up five feet off of the ground. On the other there was brush and trees leading into some kind of great forest. Starring deep into the forest about ten feet in, all of the light turned to darkness. From what he could discern the only thing to do was walk. He started to head north, and he would find his way back home, if it was one of the only things he could do.

P.S
so this was the begining of outstreched. It is alright, It needs a lot of work I know. I hope you like it. Anyways Je t'aime mon ami. goodnight.

-David.

1 comment:

Micah Foster said...

i read it.

i like how the story starts, it reminds of me Franz Kafka.