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Something different here. Not my usual type of stories, and I had no idea what came over me to write it. I think I like it though. Ah well. Give it a read and tell me what you think.
Dan didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he knew that he had nearly found it. He had devoted years of his life to this, trying to find something that didn’t have a name. It was in Dan, in his blood, in his body, in his very soul. And he was lacking some of it, like it wasn’t really whole. He knew from a very early age that it was his destiny to find this material, this object, this state, this thing that was in him. And now he was nearly there. Oh, it hadn’t been easy at the start, in fact it had been very hard. His parents thought he was crazy and had him put away in a home. He couldn’t live there all his life, and so he had escaped, not an easy thing to do either but he had found a way. Knock an attendant over the head hard enough, get his uniform and walk out. That was easier said than done though, and escaping from the police was hardest. Still, he had made it, and he had found an old wooden hunting shed up in these mountains, hidden from view and curious eyes by trees and snow, and he had made this place his home. He was self sufficient, hunting deer with his bow and arrows, gathering firewood and creating water from melted snow. He sometimes needed materials though, so occasionally he would get things from town.
Now however, he was sure he had the mixture right. All the chemicals he needed he had. He didn’t even know the properties and uses for most of them, but it was this thing inside him that directed him to get the right ones. And now it was time. He was sitting outside now, enjoying a cup of coffee and letting the gently wafting steam tickle his frosty nostrils. The mixture was in the hut boiling and stewing, it will nearly be done. Drinking down the last of the coffee, Dan heaved himself up and wandered into the shack. Sure enough, the purple mixture was sitting in the boiling tube ready for him. He poured it all into an earthenware cup, swallowed, preparing himself, and drunk deep.
He could feel the uniqueness of it all the way down his throat to his stomach, a pleasant, warm sensation, like tea or coffee but much longer lasting. Sitting down on a chair, he felt himself loosen up, and become relaxed, carefree and then his eyes fuzz over, and droop, lower, lower, lower until they closed completely. All he could see now was a black screen for a few minutes, and he thought he had failed again in the mixture until bright colour specs began appearing, flashing across the darkness like shooting stars, but leaving trails. So many flashed across the screen until there was no dark left, just a myriad of colours, all different, even colours Dan had never witnessed before. Orange, purple, blues, reds, greens, pinks, magnolias, violets, whites, yellows, burgundies and thousands more littered the screen. Then, all of this faded, until it was dim, and Dan felt himself lift up, like he was floating. Slowly first, and then faster, faster, faster, faster until he stopped dead, and instead of going up started to travel forward, so fast now that he could hear the wind in his ears, and feel his hair ruffling in the wind. But he was not cold, and the air was warm and pleasant, yet not humid or sticky. He slowed down, and came to a stop, then began to ascend down, down, down until he felt his feet on solid earth underneath him. But when Dan opened his eyes, he saw that it was not solid earth at all, but he was on some sort of platform, high up in the sky, looking down on the planet below him. He marvelled at its beauty, of the green forests, the white mountains, the blue oceans, the orange deserts. Dan gave a long satisfied sigh. He was home.
Dan didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he knew that he had nearly found it. He had devoted years of his life to this, trying to find something that didn’t have a name. It was in Dan, in his blood, in his body, in his very soul. And he was lacking some of it, like it wasn’t really whole. He knew from a very early age that it was his destiny to find this material, this object, this state, this thing that was in him. And now he was nearly there. Oh, it hadn’t been easy at the start, in fact it had been very hard. His parents thought he was crazy and had him put away in a home. He couldn’t live there all his life, and so he had escaped, not an easy thing to do either but he had found a way. Knock an attendant over the head hard enough, get his uniform and walk out. That was easier said than done though, and escaping from the police was hardest. Still, he had made it, and he had found an old wooden hunting shed up in these mountains, hidden from view and curious eyes by trees and snow, and he had made this place his home. He was self sufficient, hunting deer with his bow and arrows, gathering firewood and creating water from melted snow. He sometimes needed materials though, so occasionally he would get things from town.
Now however, he was sure he had the mixture right. All the chemicals he needed he had. He didn’t even know the properties and uses for most of them, but it was this thing inside him that directed him to get the right ones. And now it was time. He was sitting outside now, enjoying a cup of coffee and letting the gently wafting steam tickle his frosty nostrils. The mixture was in the hut boiling and stewing, it will nearly be done. Drinking down the last of the coffee, Dan heaved himself up and wandered into the shack. Sure enough, the purple mixture was sitting in the boiling tube ready for him. He poured it all into an earthenware cup, swallowed, preparing himself, and drunk deep.
He could feel the uniqueness of it all the way down his throat to his stomach, a pleasant, warm sensation, like tea or coffee but much longer lasting. Sitting down on a chair, he felt himself loosen up, and become relaxed, carefree and then his eyes fuzz over, and droop, lower, lower, lower until they closed completely. All he could see now was a black screen for a few minutes, and he thought he had failed again in the mixture until bright colour specs began appearing, flashing across the darkness like shooting stars, but leaving trails. So many flashed across the screen until there was no dark left, just a myriad of colours, all different, even colours Dan had never witnessed before. Orange, purple, blues, reds, greens, pinks, magnolias, violets, whites, yellows, burgundies and thousands more littered the screen. Then, all of this faded, until it was dim, and Dan felt himself lift up, like he was floating. Slowly first, and then faster, faster, faster, faster until he stopped dead, and instead of going up started to travel forward, so fast now that he could hear the wind in his ears, and feel his hair ruffling in the wind. But he was not cold, and the air was warm and pleasant, yet not humid or sticky. He slowed down, and came to a stop, then began to ascend down, down, down until he felt his feet on solid earth underneath him. But when Dan opened his eyes, he saw that it was not solid earth at all, but he was on some sort of platform, high up in the sky, looking down on the planet below him. He marvelled at its beauty, of the green forests, the white mountains, the blue oceans, the orange deserts. Dan gave a long satisfied sigh. He was home.
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Thanks for reading it. What's a hint?
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And thus was another story dribbled on by spam.
It was a good story too, if a little short. Could do with more character building at the beginning, I thought. But then, what do I know, no-one ever reads my stories...hint hint.
It was a good story too, if a little short. Could do with more character building at the beginning, I thought. But then, what do I know, no-one ever reads my stories...hint hint.
God wrote:
> You were just lucky that thunderbolt was drawn to that London power
> station instead of you.
>
> I really need to work on my aim.
heehee
> You were just lucky that thunderbolt was drawn to that London power
> station instead of you.
>
> I really need to work on my aim.
heehee
Dan didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he knew that he had nearly found it. He had devoted years of his life to this, trying to find something that didn’t have a name. It was in Dan, in his blood, in his body, in his very soul. And he was lacking some of it, like it wasn’t really whole. He knew from a very early age that it was his destiny to find this material, this object, this state, this thing that was in him. And now he was nearly there. Oh, it hadn’t been easy at the start, in fact it had been very hard. His parents thought he was crazy and had him put away in a home. He couldn’t live there all his life, and so he had escaped, not an easy thing to do either but he had found a way. Knock an attendant over the head hard enough, get his uniform and walk out. That was easier said than done though, and escaping from the police was hardest. Still, he had made it, and he had found an old wooden hunting shed up in these mountains, hidden from view and curious eyes by trees and snow, and he had made this place his home. He was self sufficient, hunting deer with his bow and arrows, gathering firewood and creating water from melted snow. He sometimes needed materials though, so occasionally he would get things from town.
Now however, he was sure he had the mixture right. All the chemicals he needed he had. He didn’t even know the properties and uses for most of them, but it was this thing inside him that directed him to get the right ones. And now it was time. He was sitting outside now, enjoying a cup of coffee and letting the gently wafting steam tickle his frosty nostrils. The mixture was in the hut boiling and stewing, it will nearly be done. Drinking down the last of the coffee, Dan heaved himself up and wandered into the shack. Sure enough, the purple mixture was sitting in the boiling tube ready for him. He poured it all into an earthenware cup, swallowed, preparing himself, and drunk deep.
He could feel the uniqueness of it all the way down his throat to his stomach, a pleasant, warm sensation, like tea or coffee but much longer lasting. Sitting down on a chair, he felt himself loosen up, and become relaxed, carefree and then his eyes fuzz over, and droop, lower, lower, lower until they closed completely. All he could see now was a black screen for a few minutes, and he thought he had failed again in the mixture until bright colour specs began appearing, flashing across the darkness like shooting stars, but leaving trails. So many flashed across the screen until there was no dark left, just a myriad of colours, all different, even colours Dan had never witnessed before. Orange, purple, blues, reds, greens, pinks, magnolias, violets, whites, yellows, burgundies and thousands more littered the screen. Then, all of this faded, until it was dim, and Dan felt himself lift up, like he was floating. Slowly first, and then faster, faster, faster, faster until he stopped dead, and instead of going up started to travel forward, so fast now that he could hear the wind in his ears, and feel his hair ruffling in the wind. But he was not cold, and the air was warm and pleasant, yet not humid or sticky. He slowed down, and came to a stop, then began to ascend down, down, down until he felt his feet on solid earth underneath him. But when Dan opened his eyes, he saw that it was not solid earth at all, but he was on some sort of platform, high up in the sky, looking down on the planet below him. He marvelled at its beauty, of the green forests, the white mountains, the blue oceans, the orange deserts. Dan gave a long satisfied sigh. He was home.
this is the story that i wrote (i just hope that it has been long enough for everyone to forget about the original writer)
Now however, he was sure he had the mixture right. All the chemicals he needed he had. He didn’t even know the properties and uses for most of them, but it was this thing inside him that directed him to get the right ones. And now it was time. He was sitting outside now, enjoying a cup of coffee and letting the gently wafting steam tickle his frosty nostrils. The mixture was in the hut boiling and stewing, it will nearly be done. Drinking down the last of the coffee, Dan heaved himself up and wandered into the shack. Sure enough, the purple mixture was sitting in the boiling tube ready for him. He poured it all into an earthenware cup, swallowed, preparing himself, and drunk deep.
He could feel the uniqueness of it all the way down his throat to his stomach, a pleasant, warm sensation, like tea or coffee but much longer lasting. Sitting down on a chair, he felt himself loosen up, and become relaxed, carefree and then his eyes fuzz over, and droop, lower, lower, lower until they closed completely. All he could see now was a black screen for a few minutes, and he thought he had failed again in the mixture until bright colour specs began appearing, flashing across the darkness like shooting stars, but leaving trails. So many flashed across the screen until there was no dark left, just a myriad of colours, all different, even colours Dan had never witnessed before. Orange, purple, blues, reds, greens, pinks, magnolias, violets, whites, yellows, burgundies and thousands more littered the screen. Then, all of this faded, until it was dim, and Dan felt himself lift up, like he was floating. Slowly first, and then faster, faster, faster, faster until he stopped dead, and instead of going up started to travel forward, so fast now that he could hear the wind in his ears, and feel his hair ruffling in the wind. But he was not cold, and the air was warm and pleasant, yet not humid or sticky. He slowed down, and came to a stop, then began to ascend down, down, down until he felt his feet on solid earth underneath him. But when Dan opened his eyes, he saw that it was not solid earth at all, but he was on some sort of platform, high up in the sky, looking down on the planet below him. He marvelled at its beauty, of the green forests, the white mountains, the blue oceans, the orange deserts. Dan gave a long satisfied sigh. He was home.
this is the story that i wrote (i just hope that it has been long enough for everyone to forget about the original writer)
Write what you like, I'm the only one worth reading. My wordal goodness is bestust.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> I said wiser and more intelligent, not outrageously cynical and
> hateful of life.
He's got a point
> I said wiser and more intelligent, not outrageously cynical and
> hateful of life.
He's got a point
God wrote:
> You were just lucky that thunderbolt was drawn to that London power
> station instead of you.
>
> I really need to work on my aim.
Maybe I'm tired, but that's the first time a newbie made me laugh!
> You were just lucky that thunderbolt was drawn to that London power
> station instead of you.
>
> I really need to work on my aim.
Maybe I'm tired, but that's the first time a newbie made me laugh!
I said wiser and more intelligent, not outrageously cynical and hateful of life.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> I said wiser and more intelligent, not outrageously fictitious.
-------
Was it Goatboy? It was Goatboy, wasn't it? He's been around longer than all of us put together.
He always opens his posts with "In my day..."
> I said wiser and more intelligent, not outrageously fictitious.
-------
Was it Goatboy? It was Goatboy, wasn't it? He's been around longer than all of us put together.
He always opens his posts with "In my day..."
Yes, it was wasn't it? I could quote it again as well, but will I? No.
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