Post by teardroprain on Mar 27, 2006 20:00:24 GMT -5
This is just a short story I wrote awhile back. It's nothing special but it has hidden importance and meaning to it. I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors-I typed this up while I had a concussion.
When the end of the world was to come, I was told to take my most prized possessions. First, I went to retrieve my family, and when I did, they all greeted me and willingly stepped onto the boat. Next, I went to retrieve you, but you were not there, instead you were sitting at the edge of a lake with a fishing pole, an old hat, and a bucket, untouched by salmon skin. I took my hand and set it on your shoulder welcomingly. Yet as my hand touched your shirt, you quickly pulled away and frowned into my pale face. You would not budge. You were leaving me behind and we were never again to see each other. So I steadily brought my hand back to it's rightful place and gazed into the sorrow of your eyes, and with no warning I gathered up the pieces of my heart and stepped onto the boat, leaving you to your fishing pole and bucket. Sadly these objects would give you no comfort and love, that I would have. You were to stay here with your silly objects, and your own body as a companion. As the boat drifted off to sea, I peered back to the shore and saw you staring into the water, looking into your own iridescent self. You smiled into your own self-pity and realized that love was a much better decision. Leaping up from your squatting position, you ran and dove into the chill of the water. Moving your arms in a frantic manor, you breath stroked your way closer and closer to the boat and further and further out to sea. For many minutes I watched you paddle, and with no consent to why you were paddling, I finally went to the main deck and demanded they stop the boat. They threw their anchor down to the depths of the sea and the boat came to a firm and steady halt. Just as the boat came to a halt, you in turn stopped your ragging arms and ceased paddling. I gazed at you, concerned and in turn, you gazed back. I wondered why you had not then hoped upon the still boat. It seemed as if you were not going to admit your mistake, so you waved your arm as if you were signaling a final farewell. The captain, tired of waiting, and annoyed at your persistence, told the men to pull the anchor back so we could continue on our way. Just as we started to haul off, something urged me to jump off the boat and return to you. I began to think, and I realized this would not be the first time the end of the world came, and the more I thought, the more I saw that if I was to experience the end of the world, I wanted to see it happen in your arms. Then faithfully, I leaped off the moving boat and paddled to you. Knowing it was going to be a long journey back to the dock, I paddled steadily, along side of you. The sooner we got back to land, the sooner we would be able to put an end, to the end together.
ãJocelyn Anderson March 27, 2006
When the end of the world was to come, I was told to take my most prized possessions. First, I went to retrieve my family, and when I did, they all greeted me and willingly stepped onto the boat. Next, I went to retrieve you, but you were not there, instead you were sitting at the edge of a lake with a fishing pole, an old hat, and a bucket, untouched by salmon skin. I took my hand and set it on your shoulder welcomingly. Yet as my hand touched your shirt, you quickly pulled away and frowned into my pale face. You would not budge. You were leaving me behind and we were never again to see each other. So I steadily brought my hand back to it's rightful place and gazed into the sorrow of your eyes, and with no warning I gathered up the pieces of my heart and stepped onto the boat, leaving you to your fishing pole and bucket. Sadly these objects would give you no comfort and love, that I would have. You were to stay here with your silly objects, and your own body as a companion. As the boat drifted off to sea, I peered back to the shore and saw you staring into the water, looking into your own iridescent self. You smiled into your own self-pity and realized that love was a much better decision. Leaping up from your squatting position, you ran and dove into the chill of the water. Moving your arms in a frantic manor, you breath stroked your way closer and closer to the boat and further and further out to sea. For many minutes I watched you paddle, and with no consent to why you were paddling, I finally went to the main deck and demanded they stop the boat. They threw their anchor down to the depths of the sea and the boat came to a firm and steady halt. Just as the boat came to a halt, you in turn stopped your ragging arms and ceased paddling. I gazed at you, concerned and in turn, you gazed back. I wondered why you had not then hoped upon the still boat. It seemed as if you were not going to admit your mistake, so you waved your arm as if you were signaling a final farewell. The captain, tired of waiting, and annoyed at your persistence, told the men to pull the anchor back so we could continue on our way. Just as we started to haul off, something urged me to jump off the boat and return to you. I began to think, and I realized this would not be the first time the end of the world came, and the more I thought, the more I saw that if I was to experience the end of the world, I wanted to see it happen in your arms. Then faithfully, I leaped off the moving boat and paddled to you. Knowing it was going to be a long journey back to the dock, I paddled steadily, along side of you. The sooner we got back to land, the sooner we would be able to put an end, to the end together.
ãJocelyn Anderson March 27, 2006
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
