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I want to rant...but my voice is being....evasive. So instead I will torture you poor souls with more of my attempts at writing. Yay. I would like to note once more....these haven't been edited at all...so they're likely not all that great. But I have very little time to even think about editing my work if it isn't school related, but I love to write for fun. So these are what they are till I stumble across free time.
I really hope you enjoy.
[Amber Cage: Continued]
She was almost certain that her strange voice had left her to find someone who would be able to use it for pretty words from stories and songs. This thought left an ache deep within her, but fear would hold her from attempting any such nonsense. So now the visitors who stopped by her cage; who would plead for her to speak, got little more than a sad stare through her set-stone eyes.
No the girl could not recall any of the reasons for why she was in the cage, or who had put her there. She never theorized about the events that had taken place, but every now and again when the itch to finally roam free grew to strong for her to handle she would try to remember. It never worked, because it had been far too long for any creatures to remember in any trustable detail. Of course she strove hard at one time to create explanations for the liars of the world that stumbled by her. She used to tell them it was pure accident, that her captors never returned to check their cage for anything it might have accrued. Men found themselves too enchanted by her oddity to question her tale, and women were to eager to educate themselves in everything else she had to offer to care. She smiled at them when there were no objections, for she could lie far better than these talentless lost creatures.
[The Village of Taiyou and Tsuki]
He touched his fingers to the book he was reading with the softest sigh. He despised being a bookkeeper's assistant, hated still living with his parents when he was twenty and more than capable of caring for himself; and had been for many years. However he had come to love the books his employer kept hidden in the back room. His dear old boss felt these books were far to dangerous to put in the places where mos tof the collections outside this room would one day find themselves. He allowed himself on more sigh before returning the book to its place behind the obsidian doors which he promptly locked. How could books be a danger to anyone except to broaden their very narrow perspective of what was right and proper to be doing. He shrugged his shoulders returning to the empty front room and slowly began tthe long methodical process of locking up for the night. No one ever came in past six o'clock at night, not that anyone in his village owned a timepiece of any sort. In the Village of Taiyou and Tsuki no one bothered living by a schedule.
No, the boy had to admit that was not quite true. The people of his hometown village lived by a strict schedule that was ingrained into their very beings. Once he had stopped to time them just out of curiosity, he timed them every day for a week (not that his kin knew what a week was) and found they did everything at the same time, without ever fully realizing it. They would all get up right at four regardless of when the sun awoke and eat breakfast when the sun first began peaking over the mountain's tips. They worked the field or other jobs before and after their meal. They would eat lunch when they sun was directly overhead their village, which was usually around one their time. That is when shopping would start for the women and men returned to fields or family stores. All this activity ended promptly at five when they prepared for the festival and feast. The festival started exactly at seven with the moon and stars in the sky; and then everyone without being told would go to bed right at eleven
He laughed a the clockwork of it all, he laughed at how time seemed to rule a people who refused to even own a watch. He supposed it made sense though.His hometown's people had lived like this since the very first settlers, so of course it had been passed down so perfectly from parents to children through the generations. He had been the only child who had deviated in all of the recorded history, and while no one looked at him disdainfully he knew he had brought some level of shame upon his family. They of course had informed him not to worry about it, but to make up his clearly inhuman desire for something more he returned and fully immersed himself in the traditions he had fought to get away from. He agreed to live in his family's house until his wedding day, when men were allowed homes of their own in which to keep their wife and children. He helped with any and all expenses that his family required seeing too, and how lucky he was to at least have the books to comfort him and like any good villager he contributed to the nightly feast. He was the only person educated enough, outside of his employer, to read and so he did the fireside tales every couple of nights in the early part for the children and on other nights later on for the adults and once a week he took the night off, like tonight.
He sat back down in the back room with all the dangerous books and sighed softly, his mind trying to think up a worthy tale to tell to the children. He wished he could secret them all away from this village and into a world with laws that protected children from the harshness of labor and allowed them to play and learn. There was a schoolhouse in the village that doubled as the prison giving any education a very poor name - and highly educated people a worse one. Children were expected to work as hard as, if not harder than, everyone else. Their laughter could be heard only during the festival, otherwise the village had adopted the feel of a ghost town. He thought about telling the children of the outside world, but knew his family deserved better than that shame. He pulled the book of children's tales out from underneath the chair and read it out loud to hush the silence that swept all around him.
[Onyx Children]
Those who lie are punished by onyx, painfully and slowly and without any sort of remorse. Those who lie and cheat, and even steal are not trapped in cages, for that would be to kind for any sins. No one gets away with their sins, so be warned now young ones, it is a fool who thinks he may defy law as it is and not be punished for it. Remember the tale of the young ones who tried to run, remember or listen and heed this tale so you will not share their fate.
 Evelie Harte · Tue Apr 14, 2009 @ 12:04am · 1 Comments |
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