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."
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