A mopish creature finds no comfort in her current state. She languishingly settles for the lack of stimulation. Effort is no longer the thought that fills her mind. It used to be open and cluttered with hope that would run in and entrall her. Those were the days when she thought the world was easy. She would glide to the most beautiful places and so lightly land into laughter.
Great storms passed overhead and the light and fuzzy creature succumbed to its dreary destruction. Her body ached from the damages. The once soft coat became clingy and oppressive. Laughter was no longer heard, instead there eeked a low rumble of lamentation. Eyes that used to sparkle, now cloak themselves beneath tearstained sheets of dust. All the strength she used to posses, now burried deep within a cold, heavy heart.
It will take a certain type of touch, a certain type of nourishment, a certain type of wonderful affection to save her. There is a brief moment when she lets a glimmer escape because she dreamt of the changing weather. Somewhere in the heavy darkness, a man filled with the knowledge of remedy seeks out the creature. He senses her potential and value. His goal is to reconcile her with the dreams the storm had washed away.
There are many obstacles for him to drudge through. He happens upon a glimmer which shows him a murky path from whence it came. He is not daunted, he moves even faster because he knows the creature is barely hanging on. He feels a form on the ground before him and gently brushes away the moss that has gathered around it. He finds a clammy figure underneath, barely breathing through its sad little mouth.
No matter its state, he leans in and presses his lips onto the creature's hardened mouth. Something inside stirs up slowly from within her listless body. The gentle touch from this understanding man shakes away the fright and her little eyes muster the courage to reappear. He picks up the fragile being and carries her away. It will take awhile for him to nurture her to her former glory. But time can move mountains and caring can bring back hope.
~ Marilen J. Sarian
Great storms passed overhead and the light and fuzzy creature succumbed to its dreary destruction. Her body ached from the damages. The once soft coat became clingy and oppressive. Laughter was no longer heard, instead there eeked a low rumble of lamentation. Eyes that used to sparkle, now cloak themselves beneath tearstained sheets of dust. All the strength she used to posses, now burried deep within a cold, heavy heart.
It will take a certain type of touch, a certain type of nourishment, a certain type of wonderful affection to save her. There is a brief moment when she lets a glimmer escape because she dreamt of the changing weather. Somewhere in the heavy darkness, a man filled with the knowledge of remedy seeks out the creature. He senses her potential and value. His goal is to reconcile her with the dreams the storm had washed away.
There are many obstacles for him to drudge through. He happens upon a glimmer which shows him a murky path from whence it came. He is not daunted, he moves even faster because he knows the creature is barely hanging on. He feels a form on the ground before him and gently brushes away the moss that has gathered around it. He finds a clammy figure underneath, barely breathing through its sad little mouth.
No matter its state, he leans in and presses his lips onto the creature's hardened mouth. Something inside stirs up slowly from within her listless body. The gentle touch from this understanding man shakes away the fright and her little eyes muster the courage to reappear. He picks up the fragile being and carries her away. It will take awhile for him to nurture her to her former glory. But time can move mountains and caring can bring back hope.
~ Marilen J. Sarian
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