juhuulian
12-03-2009, 05:38 PM
Just a little short story i wrote about religeon, hope you like it:
THE WALL ON THE WAY
It was one of those warm summer days in which the only thing to do is go outside and simply enjoy living. As such it came as no surprise to see three unlikely way-companions walking together along and old, much used brick road.
There was a child among the three fresh acquaintances who was continually gazing around with that innocent and pioneering curiosity that is found in the young and the open minded.
Every now and then she would give a little squeal of pure delight and rush from the path to examine some particularly colorful flower or to follow the uneven path of a passing butterfly on its errands.
Also among the three was a woman. She had a soft and leathery, though not unkind, face. With her short cut silvery hair and her stiff clothes, which would need a hurricane to flutter in the breeze, she looked every inch the woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to achieve her ends. As she was progressing, she was talking animately to the third member of the party who was nodding at what the woman was arguing,making little noises of agreement to corroborate his nodding.
Even though he did not quite agree with what the exotic, and to him novel, for there were no such woman like her in his own place of birth, he still respected her viewpoint and was even beginning to agree with some of her opinions (although voicing such opinions as emancipation and egalitarianism were quite alien to him as to voice them in his home country could mean prison at best and execution at worst). He was however fast beginning to consider this last fact critically and with a new, more lenient and open eye.
Suddenly the three companions stopped dead in their tracks; the child stopped her exploring,the woman stopped her depose and the man stopped nodding in sympathy at what the woman was postulating. There presented itself in front of them a most impossible sight: a daunting, towering wall which seemed to be stretched at an impossible angle as though leaning towards the three eager to get closer. It was moss covered, old and cracked with bricks placed precariously on top of one another. It looked like the kind of building which was built once for a definate purpose, in this case to control progress, but which had now become useless and seemed to have blended into the landscape so well that no one had even thought of razing it. It was as though it had become part of the tradition of the area and was as much a part of it as were the trees and the rivers and so the idea to level this obstruction had just never occurred.
It sat squat in the middle of the road, like an ugly toad, thus preventing the three companions from reaching their goal. As they approached closer they were astonished to see that the wall had no mortar to hold the bricks together nor did it possess a foundation of any kind. Furthermore the bricks were even looser than they appeared at first glance with massive gaps between them. In fact the only things that seemed to be supporting the wall from toppling was the moss and the willpower from some unseen deity.
Since the wall was too tall to climb over and seemed to stretch indefinably long into the distance on either side, the three familiars decided to try and dismantle it piece by piece as they really wanted to continue their pleasant stroll and also to save other travelers from being faced with the same blockage of passage. So the three friends set about their task with gusto and confidence since the wall seemed to fall down of its own accord. However as they tried to remove the first stones they found that no matter how much they strained, the bricks would not budge as though resisting. The stones seemed to resent the idea of being parted from one another after such a long period of serving together and were therefor actively resisting.
After about 10min of fruitless effort they saw a man walking towards them smiling faintly.
“My friends” ,he said still smiling slightly as though bemused over the actions of a favorite nephew,
“You are going about this in completely the wrong fashion: you should use you're common sense. If you can't find a way through, by dismantling it, or by going over the wall, why not go around?”
“But there is no way around. The wall is too long” the child answered.
The man answered the child still wearing his half smile:
“You would have found a way around if only you would have looked properly. Now just follow me and I will show you...”
This is my first serious story that i wrote and id be happy to recieve criticism however dameging...
thank you
THE WALL ON THE WAY
It was one of those warm summer days in which the only thing to do is go outside and simply enjoy living. As such it came as no surprise to see three unlikely way-companions walking together along and old, much used brick road.
There was a child among the three fresh acquaintances who was continually gazing around with that innocent and pioneering curiosity that is found in the young and the open minded.
Every now and then she would give a little squeal of pure delight and rush from the path to examine some particularly colorful flower or to follow the uneven path of a passing butterfly on its errands.
Also among the three was a woman. She had a soft and leathery, though not unkind, face. With her short cut silvery hair and her stiff clothes, which would need a hurricane to flutter in the breeze, she looked every inch the woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to achieve her ends. As she was progressing, she was talking animately to the third member of the party who was nodding at what the woman was arguing,making little noises of agreement to corroborate his nodding.
Even though he did not quite agree with what the exotic, and to him novel, for there were no such woman like her in his own place of birth, he still respected her viewpoint and was even beginning to agree with some of her opinions (although voicing such opinions as emancipation and egalitarianism were quite alien to him as to voice them in his home country could mean prison at best and execution at worst). He was however fast beginning to consider this last fact critically and with a new, more lenient and open eye.
Suddenly the three companions stopped dead in their tracks; the child stopped her exploring,the woman stopped her depose and the man stopped nodding in sympathy at what the woman was postulating. There presented itself in front of them a most impossible sight: a daunting, towering wall which seemed to be stretched at an impossible angle as though leaning towards the three eager to get closer. It was moss covered, old and cracked with bricks placed precariously on top of one another. It looked like the kind of building which was built once for a definate purpose, in this case to control progress, but which had now become useless and seemed to have blended into the landscape so well that no one had even thought of razing it. It was as though it had become part of the tradition of the area and was as much a part of it as were the trees and the rivers and so the idea to level this obstruction had just never occurred.
It sat squat in the middle of the road, like an ugly toad, thus preventing the three companions from reaching their goal. As they approached closer they were astonished to see that the wall had no mortar to hold the bricks together nor did it possess a foundation of any kind. Furthermore the bricks were even looser than they appeared at first glance with massive gaps between them. In fact the only things that seemed to be supporting the wall from toppling was the moss and the willpower from some unseen deity.
Since the wall was too tall to climb over and seemed to stretch indefinably long into the distance on either side, the three familiars decided to try and dismantle it piece by piece as they really wanted to continue their pleasant stroll and also to save other travelers from being faced with the same blockage of passage. So the three friends set about their task with gusto and confidence since the wall seemed to fall down of its own accord. However as they tried to remove the first stones they found that no matter how much they strained, the bricks would not budge as though resisting. The stones seemed to resent the idea of being parted from one another after such a long period of serving together and were therefor actively resisting.
After about 10min of fruitless effort they saw a man walking towards them smiling faintly.
“My friends” ,he said still smiling slightly as though bemused over the actions of a favorite nephew,
“You are going about this in completely the wrong fashion: you should use you're common sense. If you can't find a way through, by dismantling it, or by going over the wall, why not go around?”
“But there is no way around. The wall is too long” the child answered.
The man answered the child still wearing his half smile:
“You would have found a way around if only you would have looked properly. Now just follow me and I will show you...”
This is my first serious story that i wrote and id be happy to recieve criticism however dameging...
thank you