Now if you believe that there's an instinct desire to be keener and be loved by nature. Its unfolding seasons and -the liberty to gawk at it for hours or fancy to hath our intermittent heart embraced by its vaults. This flick of sentiment, the flakes of my h'art so apprehend! Unannounced, the nature takes no confession. Just a rudimentary bow as of a curious brow, suffice it whole. Today's weather (peculiarly) ascended those stuffed apertures, and recommendation to a read just as ideal to time.. slammed the vigor with a thud. Our teacher, today suggested a short-story titled "The Pedestrian" by Ray Bradbury. The protagonist sounds like a personality just another me, lol. Mead, ..Leonard Mead. Thats his name. So fond of walks. Walks along the sidewalk in those nights frosty or haughty. And just as he ~i would thumbs-up at his choice of sneakers that it may not arouse dogs with a bark~ ..just as he does so! But here if i may be allowed to get a little personal on the story.. may reminisce and score it out in words. My own experience on a loney walk :v . That day, the decorum of day was so low and riveted with my esteem and spirits that i was plunging down and dashed down -unable to hold up. Dinner hardly gulped in each loaf. And then the temperature of moods was in a row with empiricism. Credit to my sis for striking on the idea for going out for ice-cream. 'Cause i might have devoured myself if action of state were to be otherwise.. maybe like the sphinx of Oedipus Rex :v . Well, yeah ice-cream, though we all others protested that we were full. Afterall we just had dinner. But my nice sister always have space, or rather say a separate cabinet in her tummy ,,for ice-cream :D . By way to whisper you aside, her diet is that of a fowl :v . So, coming to point though just a personal vent to take staff of literature, okay so once i am into boots, its no distance b/w me and walk. Ah! I don't have sneakers :'( . Anyways I slouched downstairs vouching meanwhile that 'Hey, i am leaving'. Yeah they were going to join me up sooner. So, this walk was decided upon to make some space in our tummies lol. I ventured alone on the stony road trying to decipher who's more alone now? Road or me? I like the feeling -to be by yourself. Away from all the mess of life. Just as a road took to juxtaposition of straight and a turn wriggling left. Ah! i was left with the vision to turn left. And so I did.. thinking that turn was more neater that the straight lane. But at a yard's length, i sensed a foul stench and ew i just couldn't bear. This road hath a division each for a one-sided traffic. I slumped to turn to that other-sided traffic lane. And just two steps in that lane, ..-from bushes aside barked a figure at so abrupt a stand, that i was struck aghast. Frozen at that point for that minute. I didn't expected that afterall. Then i yelled and shrieked at the top of my voice calling dad- no other name. And rushed in havoc to my own lane but hey that beast, his steps roared behind me you know. I ran. Trying to run faster than a beast eh? :v Ouch, and do you know that dogs have strong smelling sense. Actually when we are in fear, a certain hormone is released in our body, and dogs can sense that.. that is why he will rush and chase after a fearful brat. And I knew this fact at that moment. But what utility knowledge comes to? Knowledge didn't saved me at that moment. And to your shock dear audience i didn't ran long, i couldn't.. 'cause i bumped into that construction-cement piled up by the road and fell blindly in that dark night.
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Haha, don't mind these dots please. So, what happened? Well- you see there were two men on a bike ..i was totally unconcious of that. All i heard when i fell was that there was some foreign voice telling me "It's fine. All's fine." I was devastated at that moment, so i didn't understood. All i was struggling to do was to rise up and run to my home.
Ummmm.... what happened next??? Weeeellll, I don't know.. 'cause its a fiction guys. Don't take it to heart :v . Or if its not, thats not on me to dispel. So, coming back to review which i was not doing -doing in the customary standard way. The way i was doing.. is not unjustified if you demand, as a person would. The literature flicker that shade of life.. and by some shade that i found i smeared it to literature. The purpose' very much done.
Umm, what then the story of 'the pedestrian' is? Its plot? ...and blah blah blah... Then go grab it up and read on your comfy bed or chair or a stony floor ain't bad a choice either :D ... and well, not to miss Mr. and Missus to create a story outta it. Afterall, thats what literature is, in the true essence. ;)
Cheers~
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Haha, don't mind these dots please. So, what happened? Well- you see there were two men on a bike ..i was totally unconcious of that. All i heard when i fell was that there was some foreign voice telling me "It's fine. All's fine." I was devastated at that moment, so i didn't understood. All i was struggling to do was to rise up and run to my home.
Ummmm.... what happened next??? Weeeellll, I don't know.. 'cause its a fiction guys. Don't take it to heart :v . Or if its not, thats not on me to dispel. So, coming back to review which i was not doing -doing in the customary standard way. The way i was doing.. is not unjustified if you demand, as a person would. The literature flicker that shade of life.. and by some shade that i found i smeared it to literature. The purpose' very much done.
Umm, what then the story of 'the pedestrian' is? Its plot? ...and blah blah blah... Then go grab it up and read on your comfy bed or chair or a stony floor ain't bad a choice either :D ... and well, not to miss Mr. and Missus to create a story outta it. Afterall, thats what literature is, in the true essence. ;)
Cheers~
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