|Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos.
||[Dec. 14th, 2006|06:54 am]
Short Story Tapestry Society
|||||Eric Serrra - Mondoshawan||]|
Well, here it is, finally, Post #2 in the Carnival theme. I have worked on it for the last few months, with a little help/additions (chess-wise) from quest. It will eventually be part of an ongoing storyline that I have some vague ideas about. Others are more than welcome (in accordance with the very purpose of this community), to ask questions about what I have written, and/or contribute their own stories that may or may not follow on from some of this.
Please let me know what you think. I am anxious to know whether or not my writing skills have actually atrophied over the years. I cannot rely upon one person's opinion alone.
Here goes. Enjoy. :)
The sun shone warm and made sparkles glimmer from the surface of the little stream that threaded through the edge of the small, picturesque forest. Rabbit Jack was taking a well-earned bath. The water felt cold and crisp as he splashed it on his body, rubbing his well-worn clothes all over his wiry frame, thusly washing them too in the process. Despite his name, he face was actually more reminiscent of a weasel, albeit, a good-natured one. People seemed to take pity on his humble, beady stare, and lent him money, and invited him to card games. Just enough so he could get by. Not too much to be extravagant, oh no, he wasn’t that foolish, not anymore. He was happy with the life he led. Clean air, nature, food enough when he wanted it. He’d visit any one of many local towns in the area when he wanted human contact, drink, extra food or supplies, maybe the company of a woman. But for now he was happy living out in the natural world away from walls and clocks and expectations.
( Read on... I hope it's not what you'd expect. :)Collapse )