Hmmmm. I had to think for a minute about whether I should post this or not. Clearly I decided that the world would be a better place if I did in fact POST THIS. So what is it? It’s it. This is a blog from an “aspiring writer” from a certain website that is pretty much abandoned. Let me make it clear that I am only trying to help get a fellow artist’s work out there. There being the internet. This person has chosen to make this art available to the world.
This is strictly a copy and paste job so any typos and what not are not mine. This is part one of what is so far a story in two parts. The title for part one is “Hector magillacuttey”. I’ll let the work speak for itself. Enjoy.
IN a vast desert. In a world unlike our own. Lives a young boy with a oval head and a square shaped body. This young mans life consists of siting and soughting threw useless thoughts. But unknown to him his life has more meaning than just this.
As this young square shaped boy sits and ponders his life. Life also goes on. Plants grow and people move but he does not see that. All Hector sees is his life and the meaningless struggle in the nothing of it. So after much thought this young man with the oval head. Comes to the conclusion that siting here thinking on life is meanless and desides to move on.
As hector starts to move a small tuble weed rolls by. Hector being a being closely tied to fate. See this as a sign and follows. But he realizes as he follows the weed gains speed. Almost seeming to egging him to follow. Again think its fate. Matches this small rolling dead plants speed. Buts still the closer he gets the father the plant moves. Intill he’s running full speed. but right as he has his hand on the weed. It flips out of reach. Seems to grow a face. Smiles and wink than vanishes in a blink of an eye.
Hector this small oval headed square bodied lad is takin back. Nothing like this has ever happened in his small existence. Of siting and thinking of nothing. So the small boy again sits to thinks. But this time has something seemingly oddvious in mind.
After a long string of thought. Whether tubble weeds had faces,where is this place with the purple sky and the red sun. Hector stood up to go about his way when suddenly. He looked up to see an enoromus astec temple. Astec is what frist came to his oval shaped mind but who would know in this strange new world that our hero discovered.
So our hero starts to climb this giaint stair way line pyramid. While the sun fades at his back. And as he climbs it seems the universe is draw around him like a moth to the flame closer and closer. The moon seems close enough to touch and the stars begin to zoom past his face. But the one constent that remains are the stairs. They seem to go forever behind and in front of this young man. The thought of not moving and being traped in an endless cycle constently walking to no where never crosses his mind just to get to the top. And just as he sees the smiling face of the moon greeting his arrival he comes to the top.
from the top it seems like the moon is close enough to touch. Just as Hector reaches for it. It goes away and reveals a small grass hut siting on the top of this ancient temple. Unlike the temple it self the small hut look old but farly new.
There must be someone living there hector thinks to himself. One of the frist relavent thoughts of this hole exesprences. Walk toward then into sed hut. As he walks in this young man realizes the doorway is much loner than exspected.And darker as well.He wishes for some light but none comes.Till he wishes no more the moon from out side appears and the sun. Not close thus time but far very far anyway.
The stars appear planets the there life seems to glow with this magnifacent light. Almost blinding. The farther he walks the brighter it becomes entill. Pop. The light ceses and he falls into the hut.
Hector is so shocked by what he just saw he can hardly stand. He barely notice the old man in the long poucho siting in front of him.Smoking the biggest one person bong his every scence. But when he finally gets his senses back it is the frist.
Hector stands up to walk toward this old man. With long gray dreadlocks and an even longer gray beard. The bearded man with his giant bong does not even notice this small green blue oval headed boy. Intill He speaks”Hay can i hit that?” The old man look up at young hector.With a motion that at the same time lets the sun glasses on his nose dip to let you see the blood shot eyes underneath.
The old man scans hector from head to toe as if it was the biggest desision of his old life.The old mans hand disappears into his poncho in a flash. Then pop back with a cup in it.The cup is old and wooden with some green liquid in it.
The old man looks at hector eyebrow raised handing him the cup and says. ” Smoke’m peace pipe?”
With a giant smile on his old Gray bearded face. Hector takes the cup looks in it. Then he drinks. The taste was britter yet sweet. Tangy yet a little tart. But before our hero can even ponder on the strange all tasting liquid the room begins to spin. And swim and blur.
Our young hero can ownly hero the laugh of the old man as the spin gets faster and fast. He sees small brief glimpses of the room he was in.The old man laughing his old horse laughter. The tourches giving of there strange bright light. The table next to the old man with the cup from which he drank. But the door there was no door. How did he get in.
Just as he realized this small but large fact. the spining stop. The blur cesed and he was back in the stars. He could see the stars the moons and the planets. But they weren’t close but far far away. And at that moment he also realized the sensation of move was different this time. This time he wasn’t moving forword but down. He was falling but to where. Then he realized where is he falling and the he thought and said out loud.” I should of never trusted that old man.” And began to fall a enormous speed. But to where he did not know.
(Want to know what happens next? Check out part two.)
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