The Silver Man

The Silver Man

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A solitary figure strolls down a near-empty side-street. The day is beautiful, the sun seeming willing to bestow a kiss of warmth upon anyone it makes contact with... except for the man. Despite the extraordinary weather he is hidden in shadows, shadows that aren't supposed to be there. Something about their nature suggests that they originate from the man himself. A short story that I wrote when I was in school, obviously to be expanded on. What is currently published is the original short story but it is in no way finished. I have an idea for how to write it in a more interesting and longer way, this is just the concept.
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On a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more than 10 to 13 years old, wandering aimlessly nearby. With a welcoming gesture, the man motioned the child over to him. "Why are you out here all alone on such a freezing night?" he inquired with concern. The child merely shrugged in response. The man sighed and reached out his hand, offering it to the shivering youngster. Without hesitation, the little boy took hold of the man's hand and they made their way over to the willow tree where a cozy fire was already burning. "Here you are, little one," the man said gently. "Let's get you nice and warm." Seated by the fire, the child's eyes were drawn to the book resting against the tree. With a pointed finger, he indicated his desire for a story. The man smiled kindly. "Well then, let's dive into some tales, shall we?"

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