Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 30, 2007 4:23:37 GMT -5
I need to stop making so much /stuff/. But you know, it's 5:30 AM, and inspiration demands attention. Theo was actually willing to spill a story. I apologize for wonky formatting or spelling errors, Notepad hates me and so does... coherency at this hour.
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Despite what most people thought, Theofilus was not an only child. His parents didn't even mention their other son by name. The sparrow had more than once forgotten about his kind hearted brother. Every once in a while when he looked at one of his children as they sulked, he remembered his forsaken brother.
Theofilus didn't notice a difference between him and his brother unless a parents were kind enough to play favorites and lock his brother, Myron, in a closet. The brothers simply saw each other as equal. They loved each other unconditional, they were family after all...
It had just rained and the ground was still soggy. Theofilus was sitting in the damp grass staring at the sky. The sunlight was finally peaking through the clouds. His brother was curled up besides him, admiring the water droplets hanging off the grass. They were in their neighbor's garden, a close place to escape from their brooding mother. She never thought to look for them there.
Myron was the first to stir as the wind rustled through the flower beds, scattering petals in the breeze. The lakes were deserted, and he wanted to take advantage of this. "Let's go to the beach, Theo," he whispered. It was his usual tone. He never spoke up to anyone--he knew he was lower than the lowest and was often locked away for it. Theo didn't care much for any of it
The young Theofilus agreed by nodding his head. He heard his brother's joyful chirp as he hopped up. Theofilus took his time, as his brother waited at the edge of the garden. This was the only time Myron was happy. When they went to the beach, or when they were alone together. Theo didn't understand it, he didn't think that he was that fun to hang around. After all he was just a bookish boy--though Myron was probably better with books than he was.
None of it mattered as they went to the lake that dreary day. Myron had no friends beside his brother, who he cherished. They reached the water's edge in no time. A smile painted on his face just like the sun peaking out of the clouds.
Theofilus looked around, there was someone sitting on a porch, they could see him clearly. No one they knew though. The older of the boys shrugged as he dipped his feet in the water. Myron had walked further out--his legs completely covered in water. It seemed odd to Theo, he had never gone out that far before.
Then something happened. Something that Theofilus could never understand, something that made him shudder to this very day. He watched as his brother began to sink in the deep part of the lake. Theo screamed, something like bloody murder, as he watched his brother struggle in vain, gasping for air--but not really trying to save himself.
Why did he go out that far when he couldn't swim?
Theo screamed for the man's help. He screamed for anyone to come, but no one came. The man simple watched as the /ace/ sank to the bottom of the lake. His brother had been turned into nothing more than an object. His brother was gone. Nothing was left.
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Bitter Memories
Despite what most people thought, Theofilus was not an only child. His parents didn't even mention their other son by name. The sparrow had more than once forgotten about his kind hearted brother. Every once in a while when he looked at one of his children as they sulked, he remembered his forsaken brother.
Theofilus didn't notice a difference between him and his brother unless a parents were kind enough to play favorites and lock his brother, Myron, in a closet. The brothers simply saw each other as equal. They loved each other unconditional, they were family after all...
It had just rained and the ground was still soggy. Theofilus was sitting in the damp grass staring at the sky. The sunlight was finally peaking through the clouds. His brother was curled up besides him, admiring the water droplets hanging off the grass. They were in their neighbor's garden, a close place to escape from their brooding mother. She never thought to look for them there.
Myron was the first to stir as the wind rustled through the flower beds, scattering petals in the breeze. The lakes were deserted, and he wanted to take advantage of this. "Let's go to the beach, Theo," he whispered. It was his usual tone. He never spoke up to anyone--he knew he was lower than the lowest and was often locked away for it. Theo didn't care much for any of it
The young Theofilus agreed by nodding his head. He heard his brother's joyful chirp as he hopped up. Theofilus took his time, as his brother waited at the edge of the garden. This was the only time Myron was happy. When they went to the beach, or when they were alone together. Theo didn't understand it, he didn't think that he was that fun to hang around. After all he was just a bookish boy--though Myron was probably better with books than he was.
None of it mattered as they went to the lake that dreary day. Myron had no friends beside his brother, who he cherished. They reached the water's edge in no time. A smile painted on his face just like the sun peaking out of the clouds.
Theofilus looked around, there was someone sitting on a porch, they could see him clearly. No one they knew though. The older of the boys shrugged as he dipped his feet in the water. Myron had walked further out--his legs completely covered in water. It seemed odd to Theo, he had never gone out that far before.
Then something happened. Something that Theofilus could never understand, something that made him shudder to this very day. He watched as his brother began to sink in the deep part of the lake. Theo screamed, something like bloody murder, as he watched his brother struggle in vain, gasping for air--but not really trying to save himself.
Why did he go out that far when he couldn't swim?
Theo screamed for the man's help. He screamed for anyone to come, but no one came. The man simple watched as the /ace/ sank to the bottom of the lake. His brother had been turned into nothing more than an object. His brother was gone. Nothing was left.
