corlupa
March 1st, 2008, 05:24 PM
meh.. bad title good story this has got to be one of the best I've ever written. XD
here goes hope you like it please comment about 440 words. (trust me I fit a lot in those few words.
Memoir of Ancient Humanity
My name Chezech and I’m chronicling my story on a few humble pieces of bark. I belong to Auroch clan and have lived my story for 15 summers.
It all began they day I was born. That was when my Ma left my life forever, she did not die, but was so upset because I would be her last child, that she swam the river and joined Salmon Clan. I was only a few days old and remember nothing about her. Not her sweet voice, nor the touch of her gentle hands as she should have cradled me in her arms, I do not know if she even told me goodbye. But, That it not my real story only the delicate beginning.
By the time I was 7 summers old my life had flourished, turning me in to a handsome young boy. I attended my first clan meet under the watchful eye of my Fa, Resquec. I was astounded by the numerous clans and all the glorious food. I discovered a friend in Raven clan, his name was, Johanas. We saw each other often, and never did a day pass when we wouldn’t beg our parents to visit each other. That is, until he was killed by a charging arouch. I took his death hard but perceived it as a sign form my clan guardian that I should live alone and be a loner. I kept my Auroch tattoos but when I was 13 summers old I left to make my life alone in the forest. Only returning to my clan when I needed protection from any source of danger haunting the forest. But, That also is not my story only the forlorn middle.
My story ends where I sit now now, on a cold rock beside a glowing spark of a fire. My engraving knife is dulling so I will finish quickly. For the past two summers straight have have eaten alone and been alone. My guardian sometimes wishes to visit me, but even he does not thoroughly enjoy my company. Once I thought of seeking out my Ma but she would not recognize this new person I have become. As I sat on my rock, as I so often do, I was visited by a voice howling on the wind it was carried to me from the Mountain of the World Spirit. It was voice of Johanas. I did not understand it but was comforted and less afraid of my surroundings in my humble bit of woods. And that, is my story, as it is now written on these chunks of bark for anyone to see.
CHEZECK
XDDD
here goes hope you like it please comment about 440 words. (trust me I fit a lot in those few words.
Memoir of Ancient Humanity
My name Chezech and I’m chronicling my story on a few humble pieces of bark. I belong to Auroch clan and have lived my story for 15 summers.
It all began they day I was born. That was when my Ma left my life forever, she did not die, but was so upset because I would be her last child, that she swam the river and joined Salmon Clan. I was only a few days old and remember nothing about her. Not her sweet voice, nor the touch of her gentle hands as she should have cradled me in her arms, I do not know if she even told me goodbye. But, That it not my real story only the delicate beginning.
By the time I was 7 summers old my life had flourished, turning me in to a handsome young boy. I attended my first clan meet under the watchful eye of my Fa, Resquec. I was astounded by the numerous clans and all the glorious food. I discovered a friend in Raven clan, his name was, Johanas. We saw each other often, and never did a day pass when we wouldn’t beg our parents to visit each other. That is, until he was killed by a charging arouch. I took his death hard but perceived it as a sign form my clan guardian that I should live alone and be a loner. I kept my Auroch tattoos but when I was 13 summers old I left to make my life alone in the forest. Only returning to my clan when I needed protection from any source of danger haunting the forest. But, That also is not my story only the forlorn middle.
My story ends where I sit now now, on a cold rock beside a glowing spark of a fire. My engraving knife is dulling so I will finish quickly. For the past two summers straight have have eaten alone and been alone. My guardian sometimes wishes to visit me, but even he does not thoroughly enjoy my company. Once I thought of seeking out my Ma but she would not recognize this new person I have become. As I sat on my rock, as I so often do, I was visited by a voice howling on the wind it was carried to me from the Mountain of the World Spirit. It was voice of Johanas. I did not understand it but was comforted and less afraid of my surroundings in my humble bit of woods. And that, is my story, as it is now written on these chunks of bark for anyone to see.
CHEZECK
XDDD