tonic
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Okay, well this is a prologue to my story...It says absolutely nothing about the story just sets the tone of the character. I am not sure if I should turn this into a fantasy or just plain ol' fiction. Nothing screams out at me. Anyone have any ideas.
Prologue...Natures Comfort
The sweet sound of music enshrouded the air, encapsulating every noise into a beautiful harmonic melody. The birds sat perched high up in the trees, amid the green shrubbery and red berries; their heads cocked to one side. They opened their beaks and called out to one another, their familiar voices pitching so high.
Their wings flapped once and then twice, causing berries to fall from the sky in droves. They hopped from branch to branch, some eating, some building, and some singing. They were so beautiful to watch, their effervescent coats shimmering in the post-dawn air.
He watched them from afar, below the canopy of branches that partially enshrouded his face in darkness. His face held a glimmer of hope, and longing, but the spark of jealousy also resided there, jealousy of these majestic animals, jealousy of their kingdom in the sky.
He rested upon a bed of twigs and needles, his head neatly nestled in the small alcove of an elm tree. He had been sitting there for hours, before dawn, taking his time reflecting, escaping from a world of captivity. At least that’s how he felt, a captive, a lonely captive; one who would spend the rest of his life in school, never to enjoy the joys of nature. The joy of having the wind rush through his hair, of smelling a flower as it opened its leaves for the day, of tasting nature’s dew before the sun completely rose.
He missed these moments, he missed watching the birds, he missed it all, and now he knew, as the sun silently rose over the majestic forest that he would have to enter back into the real world, a world that he hated.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of nature, the animals, the insects, the wind, the creaking of trees. The sounds reverberated through his mind and soul; he was at peace... until the bell sounded. An ugly cacophony that echoed through the forest, it’s tolling disrupting the animals at peace, disrupting his reflection. The birds took to the air; their squawks of indignation shrill compared to their usual melodic voices. The bell tolled again, the day had begun.
Prologue...Natures Comfort
The sweet sound of music enshrouded the air, encapsulating every noise into a beautiful harmonic melody. The birds sat perched high up in the trees, amid the green shrubbery and red berries; their heads cocked to one side. They opened their beaks and called out to one another, their familiar voices pitching so high.
Their wings flapped once and then twice, causing berries to fall from the sky in droves. They hopped from branch to branch, some eating, some building, and some singing. They were so beautiful to watch, their effervescent coats shimmering in the post-dawn air.
He watched them from afar, below the canopy of branches that partially enshrouded his face in darkness. His face held a glimmer of hope, and longing, but the spark of jealousy also resided there, jealousy of these majestic animals, jealousy of their kingdom in the sky.
He rested upon a bed of twigs and needles, his head neatly nestled in the small alcove of an elm tree. He had been sitting there for hours, before dawn, taking his time reflecting, escaping from a world of captivity. At least that’s how he felt, a captive, a lonely captive; one who would spend the rest of his life in school, never to enjoy the joys of nature. The joy of having the wind rush through his hair, of smelling a flower as it opened its leaves for the day, of tasting nature’s dew before the sun completely rose.
He missed these moments, he missed watching the birds, he missed it all, and now he knew, as the sun silently rose over the majestic forest that he would have to enter back into the real world, a world that he hated.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of nature, the animals, the insects, the wind, the creaking of trees. The sounds reverberated through his mind and soul; he was at peace... until the bell sounded. An ugly cacophony that echoed through the forest, it’s tolling disrupting the animals at peace, disrupting his reflection. The birds took to the air; their squawks of indignation shrill compared to their usual melodic voices. The bell tolled again, the day had begun.
