Never Never Land
Written by: Solitary Dragon
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The copper coloured suns hung high in the dazzling blue sky. The gentle breeze whipped and tousled the restless sand. Roots of old plants withered and dried scraped across the dessert land. All in all the atmosphere was how it regularly was; dry and barren...
Wolfwood walk deep in thought, on the sand which sifted into his black shoes, irritating his feet. Darn sand he muttered, trying to shake it out. Knowing it was futile, it would just get back in anyway. Why on God's green earth was he here of all places, in a dessert no less! He fumed. Never in all my years as I priest... his thoughts were cut in half as he remember the rites of a brother. Complaining isn't or shouldn't be one of your traits. You should be grateful for what you have and be content... Content with what? It's hot and I'm carrying a cross which weights more than I do.... it was amusing, to him at least. To know all this and still have faith in a God who, doesn't even grace you with a little rain. Yet who was he to challenge God, God has his reasons and we all have to live with it or die trying...That's why he was here, to help those who need him. It's not how you win or lose, it how you live your life. No one wants to die, we all want to live and we all must do things we don't like. Survival is and will alway be the key to life.... if you survive it, you can live it.
His thoughts sagged on for hours, until he couldn't walk any longer. Resting his heavy burden in the sand he sat down. Off in the distance beyond the horizon the suns sank lazily down into nothingness, bringing the dark. The sky was now covered with splashes of orange, red and purple. How beautiful it was to a dying man, he mused. As his head drooped downward into his chest he feel into a restless sleep.
Scenes of his childhood, whizzed through his mind. Of the red kite he used to have, of warm bread baking in the oven and of lovely smiles which greeted him everyday. Then, his confirmation, the happy faces and congregation members who congradulated him. And finally his days as a priest, praying and studing God's holy books.... but in the end all he saw was bright red blood, silver shining guns and limp bodies. The people and places he went were now places of broken dreams and screams. Hollow souls now crowded around him and in the distance he could hear someone crying....then it all went black all that was left was the soft whimper of a child....
This is what it has come to... mass destruction and no one should have to live here. But you do what you have to and so I must carry on... carrying this cross and my burdened mind. This is the life I live .... Nicholas D. Wolfwood...priest or just another man in the preliminary perdition called life.
Might as well light up another cigarette ... it's gonna be a long haul.
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Disclaimer:
Don't own ...don't sue! So what do you think? Was it in character or did I lay it on to thick? Well flame away... it helps me become a better writer...oh and #_# * excuse the spelling mistakes...
Written by: Solitary Dragon
~~~~~~~~~~~
The copper coloured suns hung high in the dazzling blue sky. The gentle breeze whipped and tousled the restless sand. Roots of old plants withered and dried scraped across the dessert land. All in all the atmosphere was how it regularly was; dry and barren...
Wolfwood walk deep in thought, on the sand which sifted into his black shoes, irritating his feet. Darn sand he muttered, trying to shake it out. Knowing it was futile, it would just get back in anyway. Why on God's green earth was he here of all places, in a dessert no less! He fumed. Never in all my years as I priest... his thoughts were cut in half as he remember the rites of a brother. Complaining isn't or shouldn't be one of your traits. You should be grateful for what you have and be content... Content with what? It's hot and I'm carrying a cross which weights more than I do.... it was amusing, to him at least. To know all this and still have faith in a God who, doesn't even grace you with a little rain. Yet who was he to challenge God, God has his reasons and we all have to live with it or die trying...That's why he was here, to help those who need him. It's not how you win or lose, it how you live your life. No one wants to die, we all want to live and we all must do things we don't like. Survival is and will alway be the key to life.... if you survive it, you can live it.
His thoughts sagged on for hours, until he couldn't walk any longer. Resting his heavy burden in the sand he sat down. Off in the distance beyond the horizon the suns sank lazily down into nothingness, bringing the dark. The sky was now covered with splashes of orange, red and purple. How beautiful it was to a dying man, he mused. As his head drooped downward into his chest he feel into a restless sleep.
Scenes of his childhood, whizzed through his mind. Of the red kite he used to have, of warm bread baking in the oven and of lovely smiles which greeted him everyday. Then, his confirmation, the happy faces and congregation members who congradulated him. And finally his days as a priest, praying and studing God's holy books.... but in the end all he saw was bright red blood, silver shining guns and limp bodies. The people and places he went were now places of broken dreams and screams. Hollow souls now crowded around him and in the distance he could hear someone crying....then it all went black all that was left was the soft whimper of a child....
This is what it has come to... mass destruction and no one should have to live here. But you do what you have to and so I must carry on... carrying this cross and my burdened mind. This is the life I live .... Nicholas D. Wolfwood...priest or just another man in the preliminary perdition called life.
Might as well light up another cigarette ... it's gonna be a long haul.
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Disclaimer:
Don't own ...don't sue! So what do you think? Was it in character or did I lay it on to thick? Well flame away... it helps me become a better writer...oh and #_# * excuse the spelling mistakes...