So in my new effort to keep my mind away from BE, this is a (really) short story I wrote. I don't know how good it is, but I figured it would keep me doing something to escape the madness.
Clerid eyed the grubby, shrub covered landscape as a personal insult to his honor. How he hated the stupid place he was in, filled with all the stupid trees and stupid plants it could muster. And all, it seemed, to wreak complete havoc on his happiness. Plants are supposed to be green. Definitely not brown, and not a thriving brown at that.
Flicking his staff angrily, he turned around to trudge up the hill again, hoping, for an instant, that everything would have suddenly, magically turned green behind him.
It hadn’t, which only served to make his mood much worse. He busied himself with knocking pebbles down the hill with his staff. He started out with small stones, slowly growing larger in size as his walk went on. Finally, almost at the height of the hill itself, he saw a boulder. A beautiful, majestic, wonderful boulder. He decided to knock it down. Bracing his staff behind it, he pushed and shoved and cursed until the boulder broke free of the ground and went down the hill in a crashing, destructive sort of way. Feeling as sort of depressed sense of achievement, he watched his handiwork crush the stupid brown ground. He would have been more proud of himself, had the boulder not been brown.
“Hey!” Blinking in surprise, Clerid spun around in time to see a woman walk clear out of an ancient oak tree. She crossed her arms angrily.
“I’ll have you know that was my favorite boulder. It was the only one I could stand to look at for hours at a time. I lugged my tree halfway across the plain to watch this boulder, and then you come along! What have you to say for yourself?” She asked threateningly, brandishing a rather evil looking twisted root. Clerid stared at her a moment, then continued on past her, down the other side of the hill.
“Right fine day this is.” He muttered at her. She raised her eyes in disbelief, then turned and looked forlornly after the boulder. She could hardly make it out; it had already blended in with the rest of the landscape.
“It had potential.” She answered glumly. The dryad turned and followed after him silently, picking up small burned flowers as she went and crushing them in the palm of her hand.
“Where are you headed?” She asked him. He glanced back at her before turning away again.
“Does it matter?” And she had to admit, it didn’t.
See? Silly, but I have to admit I rather like it. I'm reading a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy right now so I'm trying my best to replicate redundant humor. Oh I love these books.
Okay bye, everyone!
-Jessie
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