Zackariah {D8!CB/FIN}
Sept 20, 2014 1:42:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 1:42:50 GMT -5
Zackariah
My father told me that there was a whisper in the wind that could be heard if you listened close enough. A whisper that spoke of children dropped at doorsteps, left behind under good or bad circumstances. He told me that whisper spoke the name of the child who had nothing else to themselves, and he said that indeed, this whisper was heard on the night that he stumbled upon me.
“It called out Zackariah, like a voice from above refusing to die without acknowledgment.”
And it did call out, time and time again, though the tone faded from divinity to humanity, my father’s voice calling out when the sun had only just began to graze the surface of the sky. Mostly he woke me to show me the world that existed outside our doorstep, as if the small hill we lived upon was the basis to a telescope, and for a while, I believed that from our home you could see the universe and beyond, as if every civilization laid within a five mile radius, every individual life and thought seemingly intertwined with only our simple home as the center.
I would bound out of the house every morning at his call, and the two of us would walk side-by-side. He never spoke a word, yet I learned more than any lesson of history could have taught, for instead of mundane words strung upon textbook pages I was brought up with star-filled eyes turned upon the world that lay about, and I believed it was as pure as the winter snow that covered the ground and filled my footprints or the hair that laid upon my head.
There was a whisper on the wind, and it called my name and spoke of a destination just outside the grasp of my fingertips.
“It called out Zackariah, like a voice from above refusing to die without acknowledgment.”
And it did call out, time and time again, though the tone faded from divinity to humanity, my father’s voice calling out when the sun had only just began to graze the surface of the sky. Mostly he woke me to show me the world that existed outside our doorstep, as if the small hill we lived upon was the basis to a telescope, and for a while, I believed that from our home you could see the universe and beyond, as if every civilization laid within a five mile radius, every individual life and thought seemingly intertwined with only our simple home as the center.
I would bound out of the house every morning at his call, and the two of us would walk side-by-side. He never spoke a word, yet I learned more than any lesson of history could have taught, for instead of mundane words strung upon textbook pages I was brought up with star-filled eyes turned upon the world that lay about, and I believed it was as pure as the winter snow that covered the ground and filled my footprints or the hair that laid upon my head.
There was a whisper on the wind, and it called my name and spoke of a destination just outside the grasp of my fingertips.
Zackariah
Age: 17
District 8
Gender: Male
FC: Paul Craddock
oDair
Age: 17
District 8
Gender: Male
FC: Paul Craddock
oDair
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