Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Guru and The Traveler
New story! I was itching to do something, and after much thought this popped in my head! It's a little more than a page. Let me know what you think, and what you get from it!
Without further ado:
The Guru and The Traveler
“Dear Guru! You have to help me! I have a problem!”
“Be patient Traveler, I’m sure it can be solved.”
“But you don’t understand, I’ve come all this way and no one else can help me!”
“It’s good you’ve come here then. This Lone Guru on this lonely mountain has sat here long and thought here hard. I can solve most any human dilemma.”
“I hope you can, Guru! It’s a problem that’s been bothering me my whole life!”
“Did you climb this mountain?”
“Yes, yes! I climbed every rock and every cliff face!”
“Then you’ve traveled halfway to your answer. All you need now is guidance from this Guru. What is your problem?”
“Ever since I was born I’ve always acted older than my age. I spent my whole childhood wishing everyone would grow up. But then something happened and I seemed to wake up! I started experiencing the things around me, and pretty soon everyone started telling me to grow up! After that, all this time I’ve lived the most amazing life!”
“Then what seems to be the problem?”
“Everybody else won’t experience the things I do! They never see the beauty in anything, they never delight in the simple pleasures in front of them, and everyone says what I do for fun is boring! They say it’s like I’m stuck being a child! No one understands me!”
“How did you say your climb up the mountain was?”
“It was beyond beautiful! Every bush and leaf was exciting! All the rocks were unbelievably rough and fun to climb! Every turn gave me amazing views and even the clouds kept me cool in my tough climb!”
“Sit down beside me Traveler.”
“You can help me then?!”
“Sit down.”
“Please guide me, O Guru!”
“I cannot.”
“What?! Why not? I thought you solved everyone’s problems!”
“I cannot help you, because your problem is my own.”
“Then what shall I do? How did you solve the problem?”
“I stayed here in order to keep watching this amazing view! Sit down, Traveler, and become what you’ve been destined to be. Be my fellow Guru, and we’ll solve each other’s problem.”
Without further ado:
The Guru and The Traveler
“Dear Guru! You have to help me! I have a problem!”
“Be patient Traveler, I’m sure it can be solved.”
“But you don’t understand, I’ve come all this way and no one else can help me!”
“It’s good you’ve come here then. This Lone Guru on this lonely mountain has sat here long and thought here hard. I can solve most any human dilemma.”
“I hope you can, Guru! It’s a problem that’s been bothering me my whole life!”
“Did you climb this mountain?”
“Yes, yes! I climbed every rock and every cliff face!”
“Then you’ve traveled halfway to your answer. All you need now is guidance from this Guru. What is your problem?”
“Ever since I was born I’ve always acted older than my age. I spent my whole childhood wishing everyone would grow up. But then something happened and I seemed to wake up! I started experiencing the things around me, and pretty soon everyone started telling me to grow up! After that, all this time I’ve lived the most amazing life!”
“Then what seems to be the problem?”
“Everybody else won’t experience the things I do! They never see the beauty in anything, they never delight in the simple pleasures in front of them, and everyone says what I do for fun is boring! They say it’s like I’m stuck being a child! No one understands me!”
“How did you say your climb up the mountain was?”
“It was beyond beautiful! Every bush and leaf was exciting! All the rocks were unbelievably rough and fun to climb! Every turn gave me amazing views and even the clouds kept me cool in my tough climb!”
“Sit down beside me Traveler.”
“You can help me then?!”
“Sit down.”
“Please guide me, O Guru!”
“I cannot.”
“What?! Why not? I thought you solved everyone’s problems!”
“I cannot help you, because your problem is my own.”
“Then what shall I do? How did you solve the problem?”
“I stayed here in order to keep watching this amazing view! Sit down, Traveler, and become what you’ve been destined to be. Be my fellow Guru, and we’ll solve each other’s problem.”
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Christmas Eve Writing!
Merry Christmas Eve everyone!
So as a writer, it's been really bugging my ego that I haven't actually written anything as of late, and since my computer crashed this summer, I have absolutely nothing to show. I am changing that right now. I am gonna try to write every day (key word try) something small that is either for entertainment or something I have already thought up in my head. Here is my first entry!
Excerpt "The Demon" from The Dreamrunner
At first it looked like nothing was inside the room. The clouds of dust that rose from his entrance surrounded him like a veil. He sneezed, and then coughed, but stopped when he felt something else nearby.
Looking through the dust, he still couldn’t see much. Half of the room was lit by the entryway in the ceiling, and the other half was angled shadows created from the octagonal shape of the room. If he tried too hard to concentrate on looking at a wall, his eyes got confused and would watch the swirling, dancing dust specks that made the room so musty.
That was, until a color caught his eye. The browns, tans, and blacks that encircled him gave way to a green shape coming out of the dust. Green like newly grown grass, green like the fresh incarnation of life itself.
It was mesmerizing, so he stepped forward to meet it, brushing the curtains of stuffy air aside. The beautiful color formed into the shape of a man. The man was wearing a cloak that reached the floor, and a large hood concealed his face. He stopped walking forward, but the man continued towards him, so he started to back up in fear.
“Who are you?” he asked, but there was no response. He took more steps backward.
The man must have seen this, and walked quickly towards him, revealing his hands from his robe, reaching for him. They were so long and thin, and every bone was visible. It’s skin was so pale white, it took on a bluish glow. They grabbed for his throat, but made do with grabbing his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks as he gasped with fear and recoiled from the touch.
They were dirty despite how white they were, smears of dirt lining the wrists all the way down to the cuffs of the robe. The robe was made out of a thick fabric like sackcloth, and tears all over made it tattered and worn.
The hands, which were so cold their contact made his skin feel wet, drew back towards his neck and ended with a firm handle on his jaw line, making his head immobile.
It was much taller than him, but it had to lift it’s head in order to slide back the extra hood. It’s face was just as white, but shocked him even more because of how big the eyes managed to be. They were enormous, light blue orbs the color of sharp icicles. There were no pupils, just the iris starting in the middle, and winding out in spiral-like designs that eventually whorled off into white. The rest of it’s features were dwarfed by the eyes; a tiny nose and pencil-thin lips sat alongside a bald head and tiny ears.
So as a writer, it's been really bugging my ego that I haven't actually written anything as of late, and since my computer crashed this summer, I have absolutely nothing to show. I am changing that right now. I am gonna try to write every day (key word try) something small that is either for entertainment or something I have already thought up in my head. Here is my first entry!
Excerpt "The Demon" from The Dreamrunner
At first it looked like nothing was inside the room. The clouds of dust that rose from his entrance surrounded him like a veil. He sneezed, and then coughed, but stopped when he felt something else nearby.
Looking through the dust, he still couldn’t see much. Half of the room was lit by the entryway in the ceiling, and the other half was angled shadows created from the octagonal shape of the room. If he tried too hard to concentrate on looking at a wall, his eyes got confused and would watch the swirling, dancing dust specks that made the room so musty.
That was, until a color caught his eye. The browns, tans, and blacks that encircled him gave way to a green shape coming out of the dust. Green like newly grown grass, green like the fresh incarnation of life itself.
It was mesmerizing, so he stepped forward to meet it, brushing the curtains of stuffy air aside. The beautiful color formed into the shape of a man. The man was wearing a cloak that reached the floor, and a large hood concealed his face. He stopped walking forward, but the man continued towards him, so he started to back up in fear.
“Who are you?” he asked, but there was no response. He took more steps backward.
The man must have seen this, and walked quickly towards him, revealing his hands from his robe, reaching for him. They were so long and thin, and every bone was visible. It’s skin was so pale white, it took on a bluish glow. They grabbed for his throat, but made do with grabbing his shoulders and stopping him in his tracks as he gasped with fear and recoiled from the touch.
They were dirty despite how white they were, smears of dirt lining the wrists all the way down to the cuffs of the robe. The robe was made out of a thick fabric like sackcloth, and tears all over made it tattered and worn.
The hands, which were so cold their contact made his skin feel wet, drew back towards his neck and ended with a firm handle on his jaw line, making his head immobile.
It was much taller than him, but it had to lift it’s head in order to slide back the extra hood. It’s face was just as white, but shocked him even more because of how big the eyes managed to be. They were enormous, light blue orbs the color of sharp icicles. There were no pupils, just the iris starting in the middle, and winding out in spiral-like designs that eventually whorled off into white. The rest of it’s features were dwarfed by the eyes; a tiny nose and pencil-thin lips sat alongside a bald head and tiny ears.
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