by ~Inuderf83Sitting 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.
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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.
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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."
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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!
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