Description: This was written at night and I was in a bit of a strange mood.
The Boy, The Toad and a Sleeping Girl -------------------------------------------
Along a path to a hate to her ind there was a boy. And the boy had gold hair and gray eyes. He walked the path in the dawning of night when the girl lay down to dream. In the boys akward hands he held a creature and an old cigarette. The creature wasn't particularly lovely and the cigarette wasn't especially needed. He held them both like treasures. The boy had grown fond of the creature and he spoke to him as he made his way to the gate. The creature, he was a toad, never answered, but the girl felt he understood.
The boy stopped in the path a moment when his head cleared at once from his own thoughts. It had occured to the bot that the toad was his prisoner, or perhaps the toad would feel rather like a prisoner. And since the boy loved the toad he wished him to be happy and the boy knelt down and gently lowered the toad to the ground.
The toad sat, confused. He was afraid to look around him much. Since the boy had picked him up the toad had been paraliyzed with the terrible fear that he was going to die. And after the boy had been walking awhile the toad knew that even if he were to escape he had come to far to find his way back to his home.The toad pondered on his newly found freedom as the boy watched him with very unsure eyes.
After the toad had not moved the boy began to think that the toad had grown fond of him as well. That their love was mutual and the toad did not want to part with the boy.
The toad took a tiny unsure hop to test the moment and the boy frowned.
Suddenly the boy felt emotions of jealousy and fear. He felt possesive towards the toad and did not want him to hop away. The toad hopped once more, this time his hop higher and farther. The boy panicked and was blind and he steped quickly on the toad and squashed him.
After this was done the boy looked at his own feet in disbelief. He felt the body of the toad underneath the souls. The toad was dead. Reduced to a greenish brown mush on the bottom of the boys shoe. The boys tears made muddy footprints in the dust on the road.
The girl opened her eyes. She felt the boy inside her feeling self loathed and hut and the girl asked the boy with her heart to wait for her until she could rest again for the night. The boy agreed. While he waited he pulled the old ciggarette from his pocket and puffed on the tobacco while he pondered.
hey hoz things i like reading your stories as well as i like writing them it seems like not to many people on the site like to read long poetry to write stories is a gift as it shows a great imagination and the art is putting it to words
I have alawz said you have the gift to write i enjoyed it through out well done sandman
very nice indeed ../. althought the toad[equivelent to a frog] didn't get to turn into a prince...it was a very nice ending after all of the boy's proceeding ../. very good write indeed ../. my fav part was:
The toad pondered on his newly found freedom as the boy watched him with very unsure eyes.