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Title: 'A story' // Nailbunny <27> Thu Feb 19 02:48:01 2009
Straining with effort, shoulder hunched under the load, he looked ahead. All
he saw was more of the same. THe trees were no taller or shorter, the wind no
stronger or softer, and the climb no steeper or flatter. Yet he struggled on.
Pace after pace he continued. The terrain stayed stagnant. He stayed
stalwart. Time passed. Was it months? Years? Or only seconds? It mattered
little to him. He knew he had to continue.
Eventually, he came to a river. The river was too fast to swim and too deep
to wade. On the other side of the river he noticed a cloaked man, sitting on
a boat. He called out to the man,
"Hey there, do you mind helping me cross this river?"
The cloaked figure responded,
"What do you want to cross for? That side of the river is much nicer."
He simply replied,
"There is a place I need to be beyond this river."
The man in the cloak shouted back,
"Well in that case, I wouldn't wantto hold you back."
The cloaked man deftly padlled his way across. Once the boat arrived on his
bank, the man noticed the figure was not a man but a raven.
He asked the raven,
"Where did you learn to talk?"
The raven retorted,
"Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
Bewildered, he could not think of a response.
The raven seemed to smirk and said,
"Hop in, I haven't got all day."
He complied and soon found himself on the other side.
Strangely, the raven was once again a man in a black cloak.
As the cloaked man lowered his hood, he smelled foul breath and saw a skull
was the figure's face.
The skeleton hissed,
"I told you that side of the river was much nicer.".
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