My Short Story: Hope Is
Sept 3, 2009 21:01:38 GMT -5
Post by Gorim on Sept 3, 2009 21:01:38 GMT -5
Once upon a time, there was a boy who carried a great treasure. The treasure wasn’t one thing or another; it changed for each person he showed it to. For one person, it would be an old stuffed bear from their childhood, reminding them of times of innocence. For another, it could be a beautiful gem or a marble or an old Bible. The boy saw it as a little rock. While the treasure never looked the same, the feelings of warmth and strength it gave were the same for all. So in times of great need, the boy would travel and show the treasure to everyone he met, sharing those good feelings.
One day, however, was worse than all others that came before it. The sky above the boy’s head was dark with churning clouds. Rain fell, feeling like small needles of ice on his skin. Lighting split the sky and plunged into the ground every so often, like the sword Excalibur in the stone.
The boy trembled and held the treasure close, trying to block out the horrible sounds and terrible thoughts. But they still entered his mind, and things seemed darker than they were.
Suddenly, the greatest clap of thunder boomed through the land. With a scream, the boy dropped the treasure and ran down the path. The treasure fell into the mud and was swept away.
The current of the rainwater pulled it. The rainwater led to a creek, and the current of the creek pulled it into a great, mighty river.
The treasure traveled through the river, pulled by its power. Then, one day, a little girl was wading through the river and found it.
To her, it was a small, golden ring. She smiled as good feelings welled up inside her. Suddenly, she knew that tomorrow would bring better events, that people could change, that time would always pass and heal old wounds. She ran back to her village, happily calling to her parents and friends and family of this great thing she’d found.
She carried it with her for a long time before realizing that she should share it with the rest of the world. And so she traveled, sharing the treasure with the rest of the world, just as the boy before her had. She, however, carried it until the day she died, and passed it on. And she gave it a name.
She called it Hope.
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It's supposed to be a children's story, so there will be pictures and stuff. So it's not really long, but it's not supposed to be, is it?
One day, however, was worse than all others that came before it. The sky above the boy’s head was dark with churning clouds. Rain fell, feeling like small needles of ice on his skin. Lighting split the sky and plunged into the ground every so often, like the sword Excalibur in the stone.
The boy trembled and held the treasure close, trying to block out the horrible sounds and terrible thoughts. But they still entered his mind, and things seemed darker than they were.
Suddenly, the greatest clap of thunder boomed through the land. With a scream, the boy dropped the treasure and ran down the path. The treasure fell into the mud and was swept away.
The current of the rainwater pulled it. The rainwater led to a creek, and the current of the creek pulled it into a great, mighty river.
The treasure traveled through the river, pulled by its power. Then, one day, a little girl was wading through the river and found it.
To her, it was a small, golden ring. She smiled as good feelings welled up inside her. Suddenly, she knew that tomorrow would bring better events, that people could change, that time would always pass and heal old wounds. She ran back to her village, happily calling to her parents and friends and family of this great thing she’d found.
She carried it with her for a long time before realizing that she should share it with the rest of the world. And so she traveled, sharing the treasure with the rest of the world, just as the boy before her had. She, however, carried it until the day she died, and passed it on. And she gave it a name.
She called it Hope.
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It's supposed to be a children's story, so there will be pictures and stuff. So it's not really long, but it's not supposed to be, is it?
