hlywkar
I should be writing
Another short post. I do realize that the resolution is a bit messed in these stories, but for some reason I have a habit of doing that with short stories. Meh, I like it. haha.
Anyways. I post this again for comments on likes, dislikes, and thoughts. Not for editing specifically.
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Once upon a time, in a land that was not too far and not quite so close away, there lived a man. This man was not too extroridanary and not plain. But he was a man of normal build and normal life. His name was Jacob.
Jacob made his way through life carving wood and selling these carvings out of his little shop on a side street of some town here or there. He made more money than that of a street peddler, but not quite as much as those with flashy signs and extra labour.
One day, not unlike any other, a woman walked into his store requesting a carving. "I would like to have a carving made," said the woman.
"Yes, yes. Of course," said Jacob, looking over his dust covered glasses into the womans eyes. "And what shall I make you?"
The woman of more than average shape, not plain, not average, not overly angelic, but beautiful nonetheless, casually adjusted herself as if looking for an answer in her clothes or purse. "Something that will, that will be all that I could want."
"Well that's not very informative now is it," thought Jacob. He sat on a wooden stool, gnarled from years of sitting, and debated on whether to chance the obvious.
"One moment please," Jacob said to the woman. Jacob then got up and walked out of the room, into a back room that looked like something, but at present wasn't quite visble. After a few minutes, more than two and less than five, Jacob remerged from the unknown room. With him he carried a wooden box and something clutched in his right hand. The box was clearly filled with something, as you could see black somethingness pressing out from the spaces between the bars of wood. "This will be all that you could want," said Jacob as he thrust the box into the curiously clueless arms. "Hold out your hand." Jacob placed within the wavering hand a tiny little stone of sorts. Clearly not a stone, but to anyone that knew nothing other than, it was a stone.
"What is this?" asked the not so normal, clearly beautiful, but not quite sell the farm for, woman.
"Why a seed of course"
"Yes. I, I see. Is it magic?" she said, looking up in an obvious this better be a magic seed, why have I a dirty box in my arms, look.
"No. Just a seed. But it will grow to give you everything you could ever hope for from my shop. I can not give you what I can not offer, but this is all that I can."
"Oh," said the woman, remotely flushed for such and offer, and yet not quite wanting to sound rude or unintelligible. "Well, yes. I see. Thank you very much. How much do I owe you?"
"Why nothing of course," said Jacob as he stood content in his decision, brushing of his dirty apron, but not quite getting much of any dirt or dust off. "You have asked for the one thing I could never put a price on. Thank you for your kindness, I gladly give you this gift."
Clearly not knowing quite what to do in this situation, the woman thanked Jacob and went on her way.
The bell rang as she left, a chime that despite the fact that it signaled her leaving, managed to resonate back towards Jacob.
Anyways. I post this again for comments on likes, dislikes, and thoughts. Not for editing specifically.
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Once upon a time, in a land that was not too far and not quite so close away, there lived a man. This man was not too extroridanary and not plain. But he was a man of normal build and normal life. His name was Jacob.
Jacob made his way through life carving wood and selling these carvings out of his little shop on a side street of some town here or there. He made more money than that of a street peddler, but not quite as much as those with flashy signs and extra labour.
One day, not unlike any other, a woman walked into his store requesting a carving. "I would like to have a carving made," said the woman.
"Yes, yes. Of course," said Jacob, looking over his dust covered glasses into the womans eyes. "And what shall I make you?"
The woman of more than average shape, not plain, not average, not overly angelic, but beautiful nonetheless, casually adjusted herself as if looking for an answer in her clothes or purse. "Something that will, that will be all that I could want."
"Well that's not very informative now is it," thought Jacob. He sat on a wooden stool, gnarled from years of sitting, and debated on whether to chance the obvious.
"One moment please," Jacob said to the woman. Jacob then got up and walked out of the room, into a back room that looked like something, but at present wasn't quite visble. After a few minutes, more than two and less than five, Jacob remerged from the unknown room. With him he carried a wooden box and something clutched in his right hand. The box was clearly filled with something, as you could see black somethingness pressing out from the spaces between the bars of wood. "This will be all that you could want," said Jacob as he thrust the box into the curiously clueless arms. "Hold out your hand." Jacob placed within the wavering hand a tiny little stone of sorts. Clearly not a stone, but to anyone that knew nothing other than, it was a stone.
"What is this?" asked the not so normal, clearly beautiful, but not quite sell the farm for, woman.
"Why a seed of course"
"Yes. I, I see. Is it magic?" she said, looking up in an obvious this better be a magic seed, why have I a dirty box in my arms, look.
"No. Just a seed. But it will grow to give you everything you could ever hope for from my shop. I can not give you what I can not offer, but this is all that I can."
"Oh," said the woman, remotely flushed for such and offer, and yet not quite wanting to sound rude or unintelligible. "Well, yes. I see. Thank you very much. How much do I owe you?"
"Why nothing of course," said Jacob as he stood content in his decision, brushing of his dirty apron, but not quite getting much of any dirt or dust off. "You have asked for the one thing I could never put a price on. Thank you for your kindness, I gladly give you this gift."
Clearly not knowing quite what to do in this situation, the woman thanked Jacob and went on her way.
The bell rang as she left, a chime that despite the fact that it signaled her leaving, managed to resonate back towards Jacob.
