Immortals

by ~Inuderf83

Sitting in a shopping cart at the peak 
of a hill, little Mathew asked "big 
brother, will this hurt?" his innocence 
bled out of his eyes, big brown is 
what I called him because of his eyes, 
they cuddle so comfortably above his 
cheeks, and in the center a little 
button nose. 

In the background you could hear the 
pelicans, smell the ocean in the air, 
hear the wave's collide at the 
shoreline; the asphalt was hot under 
the mid-day sun, it ran straight down 
the prominence and onto the beach. 
Our plan was not the most brilliant 
thing in the world, but we were there 
to have fun. "No it won't, not one bit. 
We´re immortal remember." I Said as 
I pushed to launch off, we both 
screamed and yelled, a few 
pedestrians tried to stop us but we 
resisted. 

+ 

Big brown jumped up on the edge of 
the dock over hanging some fifty 
feet, looking back at me he asked 
"will I fly?" no fear entered my heart, 
but instead inspiration, inspiration to 
fly. "If you want it hard enough, you 
will." A smile spread across his face 
causing him to squint brown eyes 
under freckle covered cheeks. 

"Will it hurt?" he asked, with his head 
tilted slightly to the left. "We´re 
immortals it cannot hurt." Without 
another word he jumped, I followed 
and we both flew, even though it was 
for a few seconds but we where the 
boys who flew. 


+ 

Brown eyes opened wide, the day we 
found our fathers pistol in the closet, 
the idiosyncratic scent it carried of 
lubricant and crude metal was 
exceptional, the way it felt in my 
hand, it made me feel not only 
immortal but powerful, not a good 
mixture. He stood side ways to me, 
his head positioned straight towards 
the closet, with a big swallow he 
asked "brother, what are you 
thinking?" his voice was shaken; I 
could feel wild energy coursing 
through my veins like fire. With an 
evil grin on my face I said "let´s play 
cowboys and Indians." 

+ 

Tears stung my eyes as I saw, big 
brown eyes closed tight. He looked 
angelic; I could almost see the halo 
right over his head; with white satin 
cloth lining the mahogany casket 
where he laid. I felt a hand perch on 
my shoulder; I looked up to see my 
uncle Liam, and all I could say "This 
can´t be? He was immortal."

Footnote: this was another really fun assignment to write. This was something that I had looked up and I wanted to share it with you all, so you could get a taste of what my writing is all about. Enjoy!