Post by storyteller on Nov 4, 2011 17:01:39 GMT -7
This story was written by riley, and I brought it back from the old site. I think it describes us rather well. I think of it like a banner, or flagship.
In the distance...roaring echoed. Yet, to me, it wasn't so distant. The great sea-serpent rose
from the cobalt lake, and towered above us. The grey sky matched its chrome scales, which glared
cold, sharp light at us. The roar was one of attack, and we met its challenge.
In the distance...roaring echoed, and we listened to it, all the way from our backyard. In
reality, the sea serpent, the cobalt lake, our own fighting prowess...we were really just playing. We
fought imaginary foes, while jumping on the trampoline. In truth, however, our game was so much
more. So often, truth and reality are independent of one another.
Our game was over, now, though. It was time for dinner. The older boys had school
tomorrow, but I was the youngest. I didn’t have school. I had always marveled at their game, and
wanted to play, but I was too young. Today, they decided to let me watch and listen. Tomorrow, I
would play, and I was enraptured.
Against all odds, they had defeated the mighty beast, collected trophies, and continued their
fantastic journey toward a shadowy cave...where the story would continue tomorrow afternoon.
There, I would join them, and fight at their sides. Oh what adventure awaited me!
The game was led by my brother. I modeled every aspect of myself to him. His game was my
dream...and tomorrow, I would be allowed to join. That evening, I chattered endlessly about the
game, and when I slept, I dreamt.
In my dreaming, roaring echoed. In my dreaming, I was on the shores of the cobalt lake,
following my brothers toward the shadowy cave. Pebbles crunched beneath my feet, and the water
lapped against the shore. Both of my brothers stepped into the cave, one brandishing a chrome scale
from the sea serpent.
I tried to follow them, but something caught my ankle. When I looked, it was a man dressed
in a red cape. Somehow, I recognized him. His name was Skeptic.
“It isn’t real, you know,” said Skeptic, from behind me. “You’re only imagining it.”
I knew it wasn’t real, but there was something about the game that I didn’t want to abandon.
“It’s just a waste,” Skeptic said, “Why do you center so much on something that isn’t real?”
His words made sense, but I didn’t want to forsake the game as a lie. My brothers never
doubted its truth.
When it was time to play the game again, I was discouraged. The Skeptic from my dreams
still haunted my thoughts. I was still weighing his argument, when my brother took us back to the
shores of the cobalt lake, and on to the shadowy cave. How could I listen to the Skeptic’s pessimistic
words?
I decided that day, that the Skeptic was not my advisor. More and more often, I am visited
by the Skeptic. He tries to condemn me to doubt and disbelief, but I learned then one thing:
In the distance, roaring echoes.
Even if we can’t hear it.
In the distance...roaring echoed. Yet, to me, it wasn't so distant. The great sea-serpent rose
from the cobalt lake, and towered above us. The grey sky matched its chrome scales, which glared
cold, sharp light at us. The roar was one of attack, and we met its challenge.
In the distance...roaring echoed, and we listened to it, all the way from our backyard. In
reality, the sea serpent, the cobalt lake, our own fighting prowess...we were really just playing. We
fought imaginary foes, while jumping on the trampoline. In truth, however, our game was so much
more. So often, truth and reality are independent of one another.
Our game was over, now, though. It was time for dinner. The older boys had school
tomorrow, but I was the youngest. I didn’t have school. I had always marveled at their game, and
wanted to play, but I was too young. Today, they decided to let me watch and listen. Tomorrow, I
would play, and I was enraptured.
Against all odds, they had defeated the mighty beast, collected trophies, and continued their
fantastic journey toward a shadowy cave...where the story would continue tomorrow afternoon.
There, I would join them, and fight at their sides. Oh what adventure awaited me!
The game was led by my brother. I modeled every aspect of myself to him. His game was my
dream...and tomorrow, I would be allowed to join. That evening, I chattered endlessly about the
game, and when I slept, I dreamt.
In my dreaming, roaring echoed. In my dreaming, I was on the shores of the cobalt lake,
following my brothers toward the shadowy cave. Pebbles crunched beneath my feet, and the water
lapped against the shore. Both of my brothers stepped into the cave, one brandishing a chrome scale
from the sea serpent.
I tried to follow them, but something caught my ankle. When I looked, it was a man dressed
in a red cape. Somehow, I recognized him. His name was Skeptic.
“It isn’t real, you know,” said Skeptic, from behind me. “You’re only imagining it.”
I knew it wasn’t real, but there was something about the game that I didn’t want to abandon.
“It’s just a waste,” Skeptic said, “Why do you center so much on something that isn’t real?”
His words made sense, but I didn’t want to forsake the game as a lie. My brothers never
doubted its truth.
When it was time to play the game again, I was discouraged. The Skeptic from my dreams
still haunted my thoughts. I was still weighing his argument, when my brother took us back to the
shores of the cobalt lake, and on to the shadowy cave. How could I listen to the Skeptic’s pessimistic
words?
I decided that day, that the Skeptic was not my advisor. More and more often, I am visited
by the Skeptic. He tries to condemn me to doubt and disbelief, but I learned then one thing:
In the distance, roaring echoes.
Even if we can’t hear it.