Chapter 5: Hillside
The sun was high in the sky as usual, like the Arabian wanderers we followed the beaten dirt path to wherever it was meant to lead us to. It was slightly past noon, roughly three hours past our scheduled departure. I sat in the wagon as it rocked from side to side. Clarice sat beside me as we giggled to Mr. Thompson’s jokes.
“How long more until hillside Mr. Thompson?” Watson shouted from another carriage. Mr. Thompson pulled his pocket watch to glance at the hour.
“We’ll be there before the evening dusk.”
“It better be; traveling for almost five days without rest isn’t the most pleasant of activities.” No it definitely wasn’t. But it definitely wasn’t all bad. The landscapes we had never seen, it has been a true adventure. It was then I remembered the dream. What a strange dream it was, I seemed so real; yet, I very well knew I haven’t seen her before. I had been to Darkens several times before; never had I caught a glimpse of the beauty I must have created in my head. But why Darkens… why in the woods… why a dream?
“Jacob?” I was awakened from my daze.
“Hmm?”
“Are you ok?” she must have noticed that I had been staring at nothing for nearly an hour now.
“Yea, I’m fine.”
She turned to the road ahead, and as her face uplifted in feat of joy, I got up to see what the cause was.
Up ahead on the road was the sight of a vibrant town. A river flowed through the center, and the two halves of the community were connected with a grand bridge. We could see merchants, school children, even the odd clown or two. Oh how nice it must be to live in such a lively town.
“This is amazing!” Clarice reached out her hand to greet the townsfolk.
“Nice to meet you, nice to meet—nice to—. “ It looked like she had her hands tied in knots, literally.
The back of the wagon’s door opened, Mr. Thompson was at the aperture. “Welcome to Hillside, Jacob.”
Chapter 6: New quittances’
The crowd was erratic, not to mention the flocks of travelers from afar just like us. Clarice and I swam up the current, and as the salmon made their way up the current, we certainly felt sorry for these creatures. There was certainly a great diversity in the population, of all races and ethnic backgrounds. We could hear different languages, smell the dissimilar aromas of cuisines, and stroll through a mesh of multiplicity.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Chapter 5: Hillside
The sun was high in the sky as usual, like the Arabian wanderers we followed the beaten dirt path to wherever it was meant to lead us to. It was slightly past noon, roughly three hours past our scheduled departure. I sat in the wagon as it rocked from side to side. Clarice sat beside me as we giggled to Mr. Thompson’s jokes.
“How long more until hillside Mr. Thompson?” Watson shouted from another carriage. Mr. Thompson pulled his pocket watch to glance at the hour.
“We’ll be there before the evening dusk.”
“It better be; traveling for almost five days without rest isn’t the most pleasant of activities.” No it definitely wasn’t. But it definitely wasn’t all bad. The landscapes we had never seen, it has been a true adventure. It was then I remembered the dream. What a strange dream it was, I seemed so real; yet, I very well knew I haven’t seen her before. I had been to Darkens several times before; never had I caught a glimpse of the beauty I must have created in my head. But why Darkens… why in the woods… why a dream?
“Jacob?” I was awakened from my daze.
“Hmm?”
“Are you ok?” she must have noticed that I had been staring at nothing for nearly an hour now.
“Yea, I’m fine.”
She turned to the road ahead, and as her face uplifted in feat of joy, I got up to see what the cause was.
Up ahead on the road was the sight of a vibrant town. A river flowed through the center, and the two halves of the community were connected with a grand bridge. We could see merchants, school children, even the odd clown or two. Oh how nice it must be to live in such a lively town.
“This is amazing!” Clarice reached out her hand to greet the townsfolk.
“Nice to meet you, nice to meet—nice to—. “ It looked like she had her hands tied in knots, literally.
The back of the wagon’s door opened, Mr. Thompson was at the aperture. “Welcome to Hillside, Jacob.”
Chapter 6: New quittances’
The crowd was erratic, not to mention the flocks of travelers from afar just like us. Clarice and I swam up the current, and as the salmon made their way up the current, we certainly felt sorry for these creatures. There was certainly a great diversity in the population, of all races and ethnic backgrounds. We could hear different languages, smell the dissimilar aromas of cuisines, and stroll through a mesh of multiplicity.