Riptide
June 12th, 2015, 06:49 AM
Well, it's not finished, but it's a start. I guess I'll write it in segments straight into here when I get the inspiration to finish it. I'm guessing he'll meet many on his travels until he gets his birthright.
High and nigh, Charlie looked all over the sky. On the horizon rose a blimp, a silver lining far from reach. He skipped about, heading with a grin that way. Green meadows topped in sandy dunes, and rocky paths, flanked my snow capped mountains, and tiny mounds, it didn't matter the terrain, since that was his cloud. His fluffy cloud rimmed golden in sunlight. His birthright.
Not too far from his previous post, he spotted a woman, proud and tall. Her dressed flowed in the dirt as she looked him up and down. "Dirty boy, stand ten feet that way." A delicate finger pointed past a ridge. He obliged. She was noble, if the purple was any sign.
Her bun done up high, she sashayed her bum down the road. It was a sight, and then she fell. Charlie snorted with a puff of dust, her evil eyes landing on him from behind the rocky ledge. He gulped while she rose. Her purple dress cut short, fabric torn, and color stained. She growled, like any mutt would.
"I'm sorry, miss," he said with a bow. His hair fell over his eyes, and for second he was blind. With rising panic, he cried, "Where's the sun!"
But soon a wind blew, returning his sight. He sighed. "Never mind, my mistake. For a second everything turned red. What a relief, right miss?" He nodded and turned to leave, caught surprised when, like an uncoiled snake, she snagged his wrist. Flying back, he crashed into the grainy road. Mud, dirt, and, sand cut him up, stinging his flesh with wounds. Bloody smeared through his clothes.
"Yes?"
High and Mighty towered over him, her face pinched pink, and fumes of mint from her crooked teeth. "You street rat, hand me all you got."
"All I got?"
"Money!" She shook him. His head whipped forward and back until he pushed away.
"I have a few coins. Here, take them if you want." He fished through his pockets, emerging a dime and a nickel. "It's all I got, but you can keep it."
She sneered and snatched his coins. With a grunt, she left him.
"I have all I need, at least when I reach that cloud." He smiled and stood. She was gone when He looked down the beaten path. Not a street rat, per se, maybe a road rat, or a wanderer. Charlie nodded, heading back towards his mountain tip. His birthright.
High and nigh, Charlie looked all over the sky. On the horizon rose a blimp, a silver lining far from reach. He skipped about, heading with a grin that way. Green meadows topped in sandy dunes, and rocky paths, flanked my snow capped mountains, and tiny mounds, it didn't matter the terrain, since that was his cloud. His fluffy cloud rimmed golden in sunlight. His birthright.
Not too far from his previous post, he spotted a woman, proud and tall. Her dressed flowed in the dirt as she looked him up and down. "Dirty boy, stand ten feet that way." A delicate finger pointed past a ridge. He obliged. She was noble, if the purple was any sign.
Her bun done up high, she sashayed her bum down the road. It was a sight, and then she fell. Charlie snorted with a puff of dust, her evil eyes landing on him from behind the rocky ledge. He gulped while she rose. Her purple dress cut short, fabric torn, and color stained. She growled, like any mutt would.
"I'm sorry, miss," he said with a bow. His hair fell over his eyes, and for second he was blind. With rising panic, he cried, "Where's the sun!"
But soon a wind blew, returning his sight. He sighed. "Never mind, my mistake. For a second everything turned red. What a relief, right miss?" He nodded and turned to leave, caught surprised when, like an uncoiled snake, she snagged his wrist. Flying back, he crashed into the grainy road. Mud, dirt, and, sand cut him up, stinging his flesh with wounds. Bloody smeared through his clothes.
"Yes?"
High and Mighty towered over him, her face pinched pink, and fumes of mint from her crooked teeth. "You street rat, hand me all you got."
"All I got?"
"Money!" She shook him. His head whipped forward and back until he pushed away.
"I have a few coins. Here, take them if you want." He fished through his pockets, emerging a dime and a nickel. "It's all I got, but you can keep it."
She sneered and snatched his coins. With a grunt, she left him.
"I have all I need, at least when I reach that cloud." He smiled and stood. She was gone when He looked down the beaten path. Not a street rat, per se, maybe a road rat, or a wanderer. Charlie nodded, heading back towards his mountain tip. His birthright.