Tessa Lawrence
Stories (2/0)
Captain's Log
Captain’s Log: Day 1 I suppose I should introduce myself, in case someone someday finds this book and would like to put a name to the tales that will undoubtedly be scrawled across the pages. I am Henry Alacard, at the moment I am living in the small village of Riverwood whose most recent events I shall now recount to you as they are no doubt the beginning of this epic journey. My Uncle Regie raised me out here in this serene village after the death of my parents some 20 years ago. He was a comely fellow, never without a smile and with a knack for storytelling. One tale he told always captivated me, it was about journeying to the edge of the world, traveling over the clouds and through the sky, he used to tell me that all The Answers could be found there, the answers to everything. It was his life’s ambition to one day make it to The Edge and he soon had me running after this dream, we talked about building a sailboat to fly over the clouds and through the sky. However, my uncle’s dreaming ended sooner than expected, he became very ill, last night he died in my arms. His last word’s I shall preserve forever within these pages, he said, “You must make it to The Edge for me my boy, you must find all The Answers and you must write them down so you may share them with me when we meet again.” He was the only family I had left, and now nothing is tying me to the village except for my incredibly cumbersome lack of a sailboat. Today, after I buried Uncle Regie, I went to sort out his belongings. I was shocked to find a large chest in his closest which I had never seen before, it was a very small house you see and very difficult to keep something secret. Riddled with curiosity, I gingerly opened the chest nearly fainted at its contents. The chest contained $20 000 with a note written in my uncle’s handwriting that read, “For your journey”. And so, I bought this little black notebook with creamy page with which to write down The Answers and the tale of how I got them. With the money that remains, I will build a sailboat and gather a few provisions for my journey. When the construction is done, I will set sail and leave the peaceful village of Riverwood behind, quite possibly, forever.
By Tessa Lawrence3 years ago in Futurism
Stories for Money
Stories for Money I rarely venture outside the bounds of my community, mainly because spending money on myself seems as abstract as a blue moon. I did spend some money about a year ago on a road trip. I had so much fun that the money I spent became a forgotten memory. However, near the end of any fantastical journey, there’s always a trigger that brings me back to reality. In a brilliant moment of word association, I say something ridiculous, so ridiculous it becomes an iconic saying. For example, the last road trip I went on was with my Dad and I was wearing a dress on the way home. I never wear dresses unless forced to, so I was not used to it. As I sat in the car day dreaming about nothing, I look down at my bare, pale legs and say to Dad,
By Tessa Lawrence3 years ago in Humans