Writing A Talk with the Clouds

[ziopheth]

I don't expect compliments, I expect more advise if you would do me the favor... Either way, tell me what you liked, didn't like, etc...

This is a short story about a boy who wants only to find himself and desires acceptance in this world...



R. Shaw

February 10, 2007

A Talk with the Clouds

?Just go,? his mother said,? We?re tired of you!?

He did not leave. Not at first, that is. Eventually, however, they learned to ignore him completely. To his family, he did not exist. His mother was a hard headed woman, with no respect for those she?d given birth to. She only cared for her numerous and vulgar husbands. Realizing all of these things, he gathered some food, some clothes, and few other things, and he decided to go on a journey.

To him, having little and being thankful for it was better than having much to be unthankful for. Despite his constant, odd, and dreamy way of thought, and his nonchalant attitude, the boy was actually quite the optimist. However, he frequently seemed to display a depressing expression. His mid-lengthened, hair and deep blue eyes didn?t help any. His mother also happened to be part albino, and it showed in his intensely pale skin. His name was Derik.

Derik lived in the city, and so his trek began on the bright concrete. Buildings surrounded him on one side, and bustling cars on the other. ?I?m? in between? in the middle,? Derik thought. Usually such thought led on only to more thought, but Derik was determined and concentrated more on his goal. That being that he merely wanted acceptance. He wanted someone to look at him, someone to say they hated him, or loved him, or where annoyed with him. His mother had given him somewhat what he wanted at first, but with her new attitude of ignoring him, there was no other choice but to search elsewhere. Nonetheless, no one here would give him such a thought in the world.

So, on his search went. The second of his stops got him into a subway station. There, despite his effort, his mind reflected onto earlier thoughts of being between two masses of space. In general, he didn?t look at the buildings and streets and say he was in between them, but noted the space between them. Sometimes, it felt like he could see it, this space. It baffled him. Again he spoke out, saying,? I?m in the middle? It?s like when you say you?re on a brick wall, and on one side is good, and the other evil? and you tilt to one side or the other. It?s like there?s black and white? and then there?s concrete, like the wall. Gray. I?m gray.?

?Yes, that you are,? said a voice, a strange and unusual voice. He had heard it clearly, but knew not where it had come from. He felt like in it breathed something familiar. He couldn?t have heard this voice as a child? could he?

Regardless of his efforts, the voice was not found, and so Derik continued on his way. Next he found a park near by. By now, however, it was getting late, and Derik grew tired of his journey. He found the center of an empty and lonesome soccer field and let the shadows of the grass embrace him as he lay tired upon the grass. Not that the shadows were distinguishable, for the shadows had long grown attached to the dark of the sky. And that?s when he saw it!

Up in the sky, far beyond reach, a cloud floated by, flipping him off indifferently. Finally, his trek was over. Finally had he found what he was looking for; acknowledgement. A single tear tred his cheek as he gazed at it for what seemed a ceaseless time. ?I know it now!? Derik exclaimed as he burst through the door of his house, ?I know my favorite color! It?s gray!?

In Derik?s more unselfish past, he would sometimes visit the park and climb trees to read peacefully, or find hiding spots among bushes to shade himself from the sun. Other times, the clouds would do that for him and he would lie in the open, the grass and breeze caressing his face. Under the shade of the clouds, Derik would day dream several of his young days away. He sometimes pictured imaginary friends in the clouds and talked to them in his mind.

Near the playground Derik used to play at, there was a long, thin tree, which hung sagging over a park bench. There Derik loved to talk to clouds most of all because there was once a magical mushroom which helped him talk to the clouds. The mushroom?s name was Wikit. Wikit helped Derik solve all kinds of mysteries of his life, taught him more and more daily about literature, and even taught him the power of music.

?Find your color,? Wikit would say to Derik, ?I have faith that one day you will do so. Perhaps even with the aide of a friend you will not remember when you are older. The cloud, Ni Hiku, who you respect and cherish today, will remember you when you cannot remember him. Maybe in your older, more selfish days he will remind you that everyone has an inner child. I have faith. I have faith.? Afterward, Wikit would play his flute wistfully, and listen as the young boy find himself among the clouds.

Epilogue

"Existence"
As I walked down the hall
And wasn't noticed at all
I silently wondered why
The world kept passing me by
So I sat in a fairly public place
But no passersby turned their face
I silently wondered how
They'd never even raised a brow
So I lay in the park's grass
But none looks as they pass
And as I lay there, I sigh aloud
Then look up, to find me a cloud
It was flipping me off in the distance
And I ran home happy it'd noticed my existence

Raven
6.3.06

:animesigh

[Revelation]

[color=#4B5B5B]Hey [B]ziopheth[/B]! Welcome to the [B]OB Anthology[/B] and to the [B]OtakuBoards[/B]. I'm glad to see you're posting here. It's always nice to see new faces [even though we get them almost every moment XP]. But before anything else goes on, I'd like to direct you to the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44313][B]OB Anthology Basics[/B][/URL] sticky. It's a great place to start before writing because it lets you in one some things about the Anthology, for example: the [B]Rating System[/B].

Found in the sticky, the Rating System includes a variety of sub-ratings and main ratings, which include: [B][E][/B], [B][PG[/B], or [B][M][/B]. Without a rating, your thread will be closed. BUT with the proper rating, you can always recreate your thread. =].

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