July 21, 2013

Well, this summer has been pretty uneventful, so I don't have much to write about in terms of events. What shall I write today... I'll create my own story, I hope this counts for credit because I really have nothing to write about. So there once was a centaur who loved archery. He carried his bow wherever he went, and he met other archers and even befriended the animals in his forest. But, because he loved archery so much, every day, his hands would become sore and sometimes even bloody from pulling back his bow so many times. He also became caught up psychologically with archery and sometimes forgot about the other parts of his life. However, he was truly happy, because this was what he loved doing. But one day, there came a crab, a crab who claimed to love this centaur, and cut off his right hand "for his own good" so he could really start living, instead of being so preoccupied with archery. The centaur could no longer hold his bow, so he could no longer stay in the archery forest, so he was forced to move to a completely different forest and live the rest of his life there. The centaur could never forgive the crab for taking away everything he loved, and he hated all crabs from then on. He wept by himself over losing his hand, and gave up on ever being happy again, until he met a young lamb, who brought him out of his misery. They became friends of sorts, even though they fought, but soon the little lamb grew up to become a big strong ram and went to the next village to work, and rarely came to visit, getting caught up in his responsibilities, and showed no trace of the fun-loving lamb he used to be. During this time though, the centaur had also befriended a magical lion, who saw his missing right hand, and spent hours every day caring for it, and using its magic to grow a new hand for him. The centaur could finally practice archery again, and he was happy, and forever grateful to this kind lion. However, one day the lion just walked in, bit off the centaur's right hand, and left, and never came back. This left the centaur baffled; had he not shown enough gratitude to the lion? Maybe he should have used his hand to care for the lion, who had visible scars on him that his own magic could not seem to reach. Instead, the centaur had been selfish, and used it only for himself, so he did not blame the lion like he blamed the crab, because the lion had just been taking back a gift it gave itself. The next beings the centaur would meet would be a human boy. He was shocked when he first met him, for the centaur had never seen a human boy before. As the centaur approached the boy, another one came from behind the bushes. They looked exactly the same! They were twins. It was late at night, so the twins could not clearly see the centaur, but the centaur had nocturnal eyes, so he could clearly see the twins. They talked all through the night, and the centaur had never enjoyed such pleasant company! He imagined living the rest of his life with these fascinating twins, as best friends, as brothers. But, the sun rose, and the twins could see the centaur clearly for the first time. They saw how ugly he really was, and the fear and disgust showed clearly in their eyes. They packed their belongings, oaths of friendship forgotten, and went on their way as quickly as they could, and never looked back. Well, this post is getting way too long and I don't have an ending for the story yet. But really, there is no need. This is one of those stories that will "write itself".