The Lord of the Tales Part 2

This is Part 2 of Lord of the Tales. In case you don't get the plot, it's about an elderly man telling his grandchild about what he was like when he was younger. Is it real or is he making it up? Read Part 1 for the opening to this story!
Enjoy :)

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 We left with backpacks on our shoulders in the peak of the dark. Dean and I lurked carefully in the shadows, dodging the occasional dog or two in case they barked and caused their owners to wake up. I help a map in my hands, squinting at the names of the roads leading out of town. We ran left, right, right, right, right and left before seeing a large, painted sign saying 'Come Back Soon!'
"This must be it," Dean whispered, "Although we aren't coming back anytime soon."
"Alright then," I smiled, focusing at the map. "There are 3 roads leading out into the rest of the world at this point. Which one shall we go through?"

 Now, this was a hard choice. I had a feeling that at least one of these roads were dangerous and risky.
This was, you could say, a game of luck, and only luck, as none of us had ventured out into the open before.
Dean inhaled a lot of air and held on for a while. Then he slowly exhaled it, "The left one."
Child, I was never sure if Dean regretted making this choice. I certainly didn't regret it. Years and years after we went down this road, I had a look at the other two roads. And let me tell you this: The paths we didn't take were so nice that you could build a town near it. The path we did take... well, that had the adventure and the danger I needed to quench my thirst.

We took one last look at Crossville then slowly made our way out into the world. Dean would never see the town again, however I would, but I'll tell you that story later. The path was long and narrow, and there were lots of sharp and pointy rocks that hurt your feet when you walked on them. We walked for what seemed like ages, when we came to a stop at the front of a thick, dark forest. Dean opened up his bag, fetched out a small oil lamp and lit it. The shine wasn't big, but it would have to do.
"Should we go in?" I asked, "If we walked back it would be too far."
Dean thought carefully as he swung the lamp gently.
"I say... we go in."

 

The Lord of the Tales Part 1

Sometimes I daydream when I am bored. The result of these daydreams are undeveloped stories.

This story has been taken from one of my daydreams (this one came to my mind as I was walking back from school) and developed so that I could put it on InklingMA. If it wasn't developed, it would go something like this: 'The dog paddled up the... Then a dragon sneezed... The End.'

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :) 

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 Child, when I was younger I wasn't the great old whale that you see now, lying in the bed. I was not this lumpy grey bag drooping, you see. In fact I was free. There was nothing in the world that could stop me from doing the things I wanted to do. I was as light as a feather, yet I was the biggest thing that my hometown, Crossville, had ever seen. 

You could say I was the best. I'm not trying to boast, but I was in every single sports team there was in Crossville, and all the cheerleaders cheered for me. At the age of 19, I started a gardening service that later turned out to be the most wanted job in town. Everyone loved me. I was the biggest piece of the cake.

 Age 21. I had lived long enough in Crossville that I started to get bored. The hours went by as fast as a sloth. Tick..............................................tock. By this time I had signed up for pretty much every risky or dangerous job... and I had lived. Any reasonable man would say, 'That's enough for me,' but I was never a reasonable man. Instead, I started getting thirsty for more.

This was put an immediate stop when I started hearing stories from my best friend Dean.

"I heard that there are cities where the buildings are so tall that you can't see the top of them," he had said. "I heard that there are places with huge trees touching the sky and animals so weird that they aren't in the Encyclopedia of World Animals."

I got excited. Now that I look back on it, I think that I got far too excited.

"That is just what I need. Dean, get all the things you need, because we are leaving Crossville."

"Wait," he had puzzled, "Everything?"

"Yes, everything." I paused. 

I was definitely going to miss this town.

"Once we leave, we are never coming back."

 

How The Air Feels To The Birds

This will be my very first post after the introduction. It is written from a poetic point of view, but isn't a poem. I hope you enjoy it!

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HOW THE AIR FEELS TO THE BIRDS

People always ask them, "How does the air feel to you?". Now, most birds may say, "Air feels like air," they laugh, thrusting the feathery heads back, "Just like you men would say!". But the wisest, oldest birds are always happy to oblige. With croaky voices, yet young, bright eyes, they say "Like the strand of hair falling to the ground." Like the skin of a queen, they say. "But when winter comes," they frown; it seems they do not like to talk of this,"The air is like ice-cold fingernails," the oldest and wisest bird kept his wings closer to him than ever, "Like millions of microscopic nails hurling towards you." When the birds answer these questions, they begin to get curious They want to know why we want to know. Why we spend our valuable time... listening. The answer, we say, is for science. What will you use that science for, they ask. Teaching the world, we say. Knowledge is important, and we want everyone to- "That's not all, is it?" asks the birds. They have a sad look in their eyes, almost as if they regret saying that. But we know what the birds are trying to say. 

Money, we hesitatingly say. 

We want money.

Introduction by InklingMA

Hello everyone, I am InklingMA. This is my blog and no, it won't just be about me and my life. And no, it won't be completely random either. There will be stories, little facts about me, little facts about the world, history, poems and other stuff. And I won't be posting regularly either. So, actually, it is a little bit random. However, despite all this confusion, I really hope that you enjoy reading this blog. Thank you!!!