THE LAND WAS A LAND. But what kind of land, you do not ask? A land full and filled with great mysteries and wonders yet untold yet unfolded like a load of freshly cleaned laundry dumped on the floor. This land, unlike any other land since or before, was the Land. Yes, let not deception become you, the tittle-tattles are indeed true. Yet could any of this ever have happened truly?
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Sunlight! The crack of the dawn was now upon the silent morning, but of course that is when dawn usually happens to crack. The fingers of the sun's rays stretched out forth onto the mountain ranges and began to melt the snow-capped peaks. The liquid snow, or water for you more intelligent, slowly ran down the steep ridges like little big toddlers who just recently were taught how to run. The accumulating fluid formed into a fine river flushing down the valleys with fierce and force. A gorgeous dove-like turtle trolleyed its way down into this newly found river and treaded for a few moments before growing a brutal boredom and becoming quite boresome. So, it returned to the dry land it once crawled about. Along came a turtle-like dove and with its massive claws snatched away this dove-like turtle high into the sky streaked rich of gold and robed in bright purple.
Another something came along to come along. This something just happened to be more than just something. It was indeed a someone. A someone somewhere where someone else might somehow summarize as somewhat of a something else. This someone was a someone of great insignificance to the Land. He was a young fellow with a determined look on his face of determination.
The young fellow was walking down this scenic view when he had just seen and looked upon all that was able to be seen and looked upon. He wore a gigantic smile and soaked in all the beauty of nature all around him. Until suddenly, he lost all reason to smile. He lost all reason to reason. A loud sound disrupted his peace and quiet making him pace quite frantically. Looking to where the sun had cast shadows to tell the time, the young fellow had just forgotten a very important thing.
"I've just forgotten a very important thing!" he shouted to himself causing birds to fly away in fright.
The young fellow ran with great speed like a groom late to his fifth wedding. He ran up a hill, through a small forest, over some rocks in some creeks to arrive at a dirt road. He looked both ways and found that not a single vehicle came approaching. He then safely crossed the dirt road. At the other side he again looked both ways and yet again found that not a single vehicle came approaching.
"Oh, where could he be!"
Just then, like if his recently exclaimed words were audible to all, a vehicle came approaching. Not very pleasing to the left eyeball was this rusted up vehicle. As it pulled up in front of the young fellow, it became visible to see that this very vehicle apparently once was of orange paint—many years ago, of course. The window was slowly rolled down for the driver had to lean over and crank down the said window.
"You're the driver?" asked the young fellow.
"Jus gut in, eh" replied the driver.
"Well, aren't you just a pessimistic biscuit!"
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That Which Cannot Be Explained
FantasyFor not that very long of a time, Michael of the Manor was seeking for an opportunity of a lifetime. And just when that opportunity seemed to be opportune, all that is and was now is not and was not. The Land that this young fellow thought to be of...
