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Ghosty Boy 5 (of 5): The Desert

April 1st, 2007

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Ghost Boy refused to move.

“Go,” called out the Mouth, “You’re out of the forest now. You’re free. There are mountains, rivers. There is open sky, no more the claustrophobic canopy. Clouds, wind, rain. This is for you. You chose this, I’m proud of you.”

Ghost Boy still couldn’t bring himself to move.

“I’d like to go back,” said Ghost Boy finally, with decisiveness, “I don’t like it out here and you will take me back now.”

The Mouth laughed sadly. “You can’t. It’s done. You stepped into me like an inhalation, and I breathed you out into this new world. It’s for you, all of this. You can’t reverse what’s done. I know it’s strange and scary. But you have to trust that you did the right thing for yourself.”

With that, the Mouth vanished.

Ghost Boy looked around. His arrows were gone, and his magic items: his chalice, his potion, his small powder skull. He felt naked. The sun warmed his skin and he heard the distant call of birds.

He took a deep breath and began to walk down the hill. It was different out here. No maze of a forest, forever forcing his path. Here there was openness, possibility. Ghost Boy was frightened of all the options he now had. He could do anything, walk anywhere, maybe head over to those mountains, with their promise of vistas and clean crisp air.

A few yards away he spied a pond. He walked towards it carefully, unsure of what it was.

He gazed into the reflection.

Instinctively he reached for his bow and arrow.

Behind him he heard a voice.

“It’s just your reflection,” said the voice. “Don’t attack it. Where are you from that you’ve never seen such a thing? The desert?”

Ghost Boy turned around, and there was a woman dressed in blue, eyes of blue, hair black, olive skin, teeth like pearls. The woman smiled.

“What is desert?” asked Ghost Boy.

“It’s where things are dead, there’s no life, no growth, just wandering and sand,” said the woman, concealing her surprise.

Ghost Boy paused, thinking.

“I am from the desert,” he said, and scooped up a palmful of water.

[posted by: C Way at 2:48 PM]

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The Tale of the Toad Up a Tree

March 6th, 2007

The toad trembled on the highest branch of the tallest tree in the forest, nibbling the moss that grew there.

He’d eaten all the moss except for a few last patches, and only now realized where he was, as the last mouthful sat half-chewed in his jaws.

“How did I get here, just feet from clouds? All my brothers and sisters are far below and I can’t even see them. I don’t even remember climbing this high. How am I going to get down?”

Just then he noticed an ant on a leaf nearby.

“Ant,” said the toad, “Can you help me?”

“If I can,” said the ant, “But I don’t know why I’m here myself. All I know is I was hungry and followed the tree’s tasty leaves to the top. I’m too scared to crawl back. Maybe we can work together to get down.”

The toad flicked his tongue and ate the ant.

“I think I will live here from now on,” said the Toad.

   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2007

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The Tale of the Maggot and the Tick

March 2nd, 2007

A maggot was feasting on the decaying flesh of a dead king.

Nearby, a tick, who was busy feasting on a living king, called out to the maggot: “Maggot: you’re crazy. Why are you eating from a filthy corpse when you can taste the sweet blood of the living?”

At that moment the king, oppressed by the tick for years, in a fit of despair lit his body on fire.

   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2007

[posted by: C Way at 11:54 PM]

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