|mooncalled-whiterose.deviantar… (Commission Info)|
A crumpled up letterYou find the parchment in the remnants of an old campsite, laying close to a pile of ashes, long since cold. Somehow, the letter has survived the wind and the rain and the fire. Picking it up, you uncrumple the aged, faded parchment to see an unaddressed, unsigned letter, although it's obvious who it's being written to. The handwriting is careful and precise. Toward the end, a few paragraphs are slightly obscured, the ink running as if drops of salt water had been dropped on them.A crumpled up letter by mooncalled-whiterose
My parents never really understood who I am. They never could understand why I was never interested in the girls and women they introduced me to. Oh, that endless line of young things, many of them half my age. Some even younger. I guess I didn't understand then, either, why all their large, batting eyes and carefully displayed skin failed to do anything more than make me feel ill. I tried, I really did, but it just felt so... wrong. Like I was lying to them. Like I was lying to myself. I di
Carrying the rockYou're given a little pebble, and a voice says "You must take this pebble to the top of this hill". You're honoured to be given a pebble, and you set off up the hill. The slope is a little rocky at the start, but you soon find your feet.Carrying the rock by WiseWanderer
You've been carrying the pebble up the hill for two years, and now it feels like a little rock. The ground is steep and slippery, but you climb on.
Six years pass, and you're zooming up the hill with the rock. You hardly feel the slope any more; your climb is easy. The top of the hill can't be far away now.
Now you've been carrying the rock for fifteen years, and it takes both hands above your head to balance the boulder on your shoulders. The rocks crumble and slip beneath your feet. The boulder abuses you as you carry it: "You're shit. You're dump and stupid. You're an idiot". You stop for breath and to let the burn in your thig
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