Some random story I came up with...a while ago...
Well I felt like writing something, cause...I don't know...it's early and I don't really think well when it early, and I always get my best ideas when it's early. But unfortunately...this idea sucks.
The Little Boy and his Red Balloon pt. 1
There once was a little boy named Moses, he was named after the great Moses, savior to many people. But this boy was far from great, and even farther from being a savior. Some people would call him average, while others would call him...below average.
In the tiny village square, when townspeople saw him wandering around, they would point and shake their heads saying "there goes that little ugly Moses boy, how strange he is." And yes, it was sad to say, it was true. Little Moses was quite the unattractive boy. He had one googli eye, which was a bit larger than his other, sparse hair that covered his mishapen head, a thick bushy unibrow, and one arm was longer than the other. Now the townspeople who called him "little" were just being spiteful. He was not a small boy. At the age of seven, other little boys his age were struggling to even be four and a half feet, but not Moses. Moses was a giant at five and a half feet. How did he get like this you ask? Well, when he was a tiny boy, at the age of three, while both of his parents were away at work in the steel factory, Moses decided to leave the place he was staying in, and go see his parents. But his parents weren't there. There was a horrible fire at the factory, and everyone had left. But Moses was only three, he did not know such things. All but two of the villagers watched from safety as he tottered into the building. From their distance, the villagers whispered to each other, "oh no! There's little Moses!" "He can't go in there!" "Someone get him!" But no one did. He was already in the building, and people valued their lives more than little Moses. As some of the villagers started to cry, Moses' parents came running up. "Has anyone seen our little Moses?" asked his father, a tall dark haired man with a kind face. The villagers turned their faces in shame as they pointed toward the burning factory. Moses' father moved as quick as lightning to the burning factory, but to no avail. The damage had been done. When Moses toddled into the building, he had fainted the second he went in, due to the fumes, saving him from the agony of the flames licking at his face. As Moses' father scooped him gently into his arms, tears streaming down his face, he carried his son outside. The villagers guitily looked on as Moses' mother pushed herself out from the crowd to go to her family. His father put him onto the ground softly, and looked upon his son's face. Moses had only been in the factory a few minutes, but those minutes were critical. His face looked as if it were melting. Blood and unidentifiable liquids were covering what was left of his face and body. That was the day that Moses stopped being happy, and that was the day that the mean children would tease him about looking different.
I'll come back to this...maybe tonight...when I'm tired again. But now I'm awake, and nothing is coming to me now.
The Little Boy and his Red Balloon pt. 1
There once was a little boy named Moses, he was named after the great Moses, savior to many people. But this boy was far from great, and even farther from being a savior. Some people would call him average, while others would call him...below average.
In the tiny village square, when townspeople saw him wandering around, they would point and shake their heads saying "there goes that little ugly Moses boy, how strange he is." And yes, it was sad to say, it was true. Little Moses was quite the unattractive boy. He had one googli eye, which was a bit larger than his other, sparse hair that covered his mishapen head, a thick bushy unibrow, and one arm was longer than the other. Now the townspeople who called him "little" were just being spiteful. He was not a small boy. At the age of seven, other little boys his age were struggling to even be four and a half feet, but not Moses. Moses was a giant at five and a half feet. How did he get like this you ask? Well, when he was a tiny boy, at the age of three, while both of his parents were away at work in the steel factory, Moses decided to leave the place he was staying in, and go see his parents. But his parents weren't there. There was a horrible fire at the factory, and everyone had left. But Moses was only three, he did not know such things. All but two of the villagers watched from safety as he tottered into the building. From their distance, the villagers whispered to each other, "oh no! There's little Moses!" "He can't go in there!" "Someone get him!" But no one did. He was already in the building, and people valued their lives more than little Moses. As some of the villagers started to cry, Moses' parents came running up. "Has anyone seen our little Moses?" asked his father, a tall dark haired man with a kind face. The villagers turned their faces in shame as they pointed toward the burning factory. Moses' father moved as quick as lightning to the burning factory, but to no avail. The damage had been done. When Moses toddled into the building, he had fainted the second he went in, due to the fumes, saving him from the agony of the flames licking at his face. As Moses' father scooped him gently into his arms, tears streaming down his face, he carried his son outside. The villagers guitily looked on as Moses' mother pushed herself out from the crowd to go to her family. His father put him onto the ground softly, and looked upon his son's face. Moses had only been in the factory a few minutes, but those minutes were critical. His face looked as if it were melting. Blood and unidentifiable liquids were covering what was left of his face and body. That was the day that Moses stopped being happy, and that was the day that the mean children would tease him about looking different.
I'll come back to this...maybe tonight...when I'm tired again. But now I'm awake, and nothing is coming to me now.