Entry Archive: February 20, 2006
Chasm
The boy looked very small against the vast expanse of the horizon. As he made his way along the rocky scrub, he sheltered his eyes from a sky so bright that he couldn't bear to look at it. He was all alone now, which was nothing new. He had been alone and ignored most of his life. But now he knew he was alone, and the weight of it was not an easy burden to carry for one so young.
The breeze was picking up, but it did nothing to relieve the heat of the noonday sun. Instead it tore across the boy's skin as a blast from a furnace, adding to his misery. Had his spirit not been broken long ago, he might have dreamt of water. But all he could think of now was the never-ending horrors of his life that pushed him onward. Ahead of him was the promise of escape, and it was enough to keep him moving when even a grown man would have faltered.
Suddenly, the small child came to a stop.
He had reached the edge of a deep chasm that spread before him for as far as he could see.
The brightness of the sun brought tears to his eyes, but they had gone before he had a chance to wipe them away. Their moisture consumed by the unforgiving heat. With nowhere left to go, the boy just stood there looking for his future in the painted landscape.
Alas, no future could be found, and so the boy sat down and shuddered with quiet sobs of defeat. Not able to continue, not willing to return, the boy felt all his hopes drift away into the desert as he began wishing that he were dead.
"What's the problem here?" Inquired the desert mouse as he wandered up to the sobbing youth, his fur covered in dust...
Comments
I like it when you do this.
Huh? i'm a little confused. In a good way, but still, a little confused.
That's one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I've seen in a long time. Deeply depressing - but very beautiful.
Whoa... very heavy. Very good, but very heavy.
Have you ever thought about writing children's books?
This is very good, Mr Simmer! Very moving.
I've been feeling a bit like that boy lately. Maybe there's a mouse for me?
Very Symbolic !!!! ...and I got it right away. The "chasm" is mankind's dream of eternal life, the "young boy" represents the flame of love, and the "desert mouse" is unholy satanic evilness .
Dave you have a great "Stephen King" thing going on here!
Sounds like the frustrated lament of an overworked graphic designer. I know the feeling. Is your chasm your list of projects?
writing is just writing...never meant to be understood really. like art...everyone has their own interpretation.
and if there's a talking desert mouse in it, we are all gloriously happy.
I think the chasm represents the hopelessness of the current administration, as the boy's "hopes drift away into the desert".
Could be.
I think Elizabeth Hurley is the desert mouse...
Cool! Nice bit of free writing there.
Don't stop! Where do we go from here?
I was hoping you could tell me! :-)
Actually, writing like this is a meditative exercise, and is not meant to have an end or a beginning. The idea is to create an unfavorable or impossible situation, then use one line at the end to offer a ray of hope... but without actually providing a solution.
This way, both the writer and the reader it can take what they need from the story, and decide for themselves where it should go.
I have a book filled with these things, but only rarely show them to anybody else. I decided to put this one in an entry because I liked the mouse at the end. :-)
Great...not only am I imagining what this horribly impossible situation might be, but I'm also imagining it's logical resolution based on one line from a talking mouse.
You must realize these sorts of things play in certain people's minds for hours. ;-)
maybe the mouse knows the way around
Reminds me of a certain story about a rock.
"This way, both the writer and the reader it can take what they need from the story, and decide for themselves where it should go."
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Dave -- that's the coolest "for fun" exercise I've ever heard of anyone having, ever!
And you have a little book of these things?
(Am tres impressed)
Please, sir, can I have some more?
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