Post by lash on Sept 13, 2005 20:47:02 GMT -5
((Hmmm...I was so sure I posted here. I guess it didn't load before I turned the computer off. Whatever. If I did post and it got deleted for some reason because I broke some rule or something...sorry...))
Lash left his tent, stretching. It felt so good to be in the open air. He was glad to leave the stuffy little tent under a overhang of rock.
The grass was green, the greenest green imaginable, so green that all the rest of the world's green wasn't even green--this was the mother green that spawned all the rest of the green in the world. The sky was blue, just as blue as the grass was green.
The little clearing where Lash had set up his tent was surrounded by a sea of flowers. They were strange and puffy, but so wonferful. They were all colors: buttery yellow, dark and vivid purple, pure white, cherry red, blue like the sky, even black.
Lash hadn't visited any of the other Apri Isles, but he was sure this one was the most beautiful of the archipelago. Or the whole world.
But he wasn't here on vacation. He sighed climbed up onto a tall rock. It was pleasantly warm. He let his legs dangle over the edge like a kid, peering off into the distance. He could see a corner of blue--the ocean--peeking from behind the rolling hills. He thought he saw something, some strange movement, but it was gone in a flash. Lash shrugged and ran his fingers over the faded leather cover of his book. It was massive, at least a thousand pages. He opened it to the bookmarked page, gingerly fingering the ancient yellow paper that could, at any moment, crumble. The writing was not English, but small runes from ancient days. Very small. Lash peered over, squinting intently, focusing on the minuscule writing and studying it. Already he had a headache.
Lash left his tent, stretching. It felt so good to be in the open air. He was glad to leave the stuffy little tent under a overhang of rock.
The grass was green, the greenest green imaginable, so green that all the rest of the world's green wasn't even green--this was the mother green that spawned all the rest of the green in the world. The sky was blue, just as blue as the grass was green.
The little clearing where Lash had set up his tent was surrounded by a sea of flowers. They were strange and puffy, but so wonferful. They were all colors: buttery yellow, dark and vivid purple, pure white, cherry red, blue like the sky, even black.
Lash hadn't visited any of the other Apri Isles, but he was sure this one was the most beautiful of the archipelago. Or the whole world.
But he wasn't here on vacation. He sighed climbed up onto a tall rock. It was pleasantly warm. He let his legs dangle over the edge like a kid, peering off into the distance. He could see a corner of blue--the ocean--peeking from behind the rolling hills. He thought he saw something, some strange movement, but it was gone in a flash. Lash shrugged and ran his fingers over the faded leather cover of his book. It was massive, at least a thousand pages. He opened it to the bookmarked page, gingerly fingering the ancient yellow paper that could, at any moment, crumble. The writing was not English, but small runes from ancient days. Very small. Lash peered over, squinting intently, focusing on the minuscule writing and studying it. Already he had a headache.