Post by Shoe on Aug 6, 2010 1:37:44 GMT -5
On an island called Yoshi's Isle, there lived a young Yoshi with purple scales named Feather. She was woken one windless night by her brother's snoring and couldn't fall back to sleep, so she decided to take a walk.
The bed of browning grass rustled softly under her weight as she sat up. She looked over at her brother and glared. He turned the other way and snored louder. She grumbled, rubbed her eyes and stood up.
Next to her bed, a bush dwarfed by salt spray grew. She wove her hand between its tight branches and took a mushroom growing underneath, then tapped its cap with her forefinger. The cap opened like an umbrella, dropping a cloud of spores, and she smiled when it shone a pale green light on her round nose.
She left their home, which was grown rather than built. Several trees stood in a wide circle, and their low branches wound together to form something like a roof.
As she walked, she passed eight others like it before stopping at the edge of the village, where a very large Yoshi with red scales sat atop a craggly boulder, peering into the thin fog.
“Good morning, Dock!” exclaimed Feather.
“Mornin', Shorty,” he said. “What ya doin' up so early?”
“I didn't scare you?” she asked.
“Naw! I heard ya comin'.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Well, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd take a stroll.”
“Sounds mighty fine! Now, jus' mind yerself, and at any sign'a danger, come on runnin' back here, ya hear?”
“'K!” said Feather with a smile as she ran on by. Dock looked on after her with a grin until his eyes began to drift, confusing the fireflies' flahes in the fading fog for her toadstool's glow.
By the time he realized this, Feather was already far away where the grass grew tall. When the fog was nearly gone, she could see the silhouette of the jungle, dark and distant. Then, she noticed the fireflies gathering around her toadstool.
She pulled it to her left and to her right, she raised it up over her head and lowered it down over the grass. They followed it wherever it went, even when she threw it up into the air and caught it again.
Feather ran all around the wide field with the fireflies, laughing all the while. When the fog lifted, the stars came out to play in the paling sky. But, the fun didn't last much longer.
When the mushroom's glow died, the fireflies fled, and the stars hid their twinkling faces from the rising Sun. The air became hot, and Feather suddenly felt lonely.
Then, she thought of Flip. She remembered a time when a fierce storm flooded a different village of an earlier time. Dock had carried Flip through rising waters while the rain beat down on them.
She remembered how they had been found collapsed with numb backs at the mouth of the cave where the Yoshis had evacuated. She smiled and at first thought to return home, but when she turned around, she stumbled over something large.
She looked behind her, then gasped. Another Yoshi, maybe a year younger than herself, was lying there, flat on his back. He had orange scales, and wore neither shoes nor saddle, unlike other Yoshis she knew.
She meant to greet him, but when his eyes met hers, he suddenly darted right by, but not towards the village. Shocked, she stood staring after him. Then, she grabbed at the air by her side and noticed something was wrong.
She spun around, and when she saw that he had stolen her mushroom, she shouted, “Hey, wait! Don't eat that!”
She thought to go back to Dock, but she suddenly imagined him pummeling the poor little Yoshi into the dirt, so she ran after him herself. She gained on him, but when he glanced back, he screamed and ran faster—much faster.
“Wait!” she called again, but he never looked back.
When he reached the jungle, Feather was only a third of the way there, and the hot air was quickly draining her of breath. Finally, she tripped and flipped over with a scream before falling on her white belly, knocking out what little breath was left in her small lungs.
Through the grass, Feather could feel the rays of the Sun beating on her back and tail, but she blinked as her vision blurred. She wondered if it would roast her brown by the time someone found her.
The thought scared her and gave her a little more strength. Feather was nearly halfway to the jungle when she passed out.
Ah, the good ol' "Part #" days.
I won't say much about this story. Perhaps it'll speak for itself soon enough.
"Feather's Fable" is a tentative title. I just wrote this up out of thin air, so I'll have to think of a more subtle title later. I think it's shorter than others I've written, so I hope people will feel more comfortable reading this one through.
Critique is warmly welcomed, as usual! ;D
P.S. I can't remember if there's a better way to format this. It bothers me a little that I have to separate the paragraphs with a whole line of nothing. I'll try not to throw a fit if there's no way to fix that.
P.P.S. I feel extremely newby for asking that.
The bed of browning grass rustled softly under her weight as she sat up. She looked over at her brother and glared. He turned the other way and snored louder. She grumbled, rubbed her eyes and stood up.
Next to her bed, a bush dwarfed by salt spray grew. She wove her hand between its tight branches and took a mushroom growing underneath, then tapped its cap with her forefinger. The cap opened like an umbrella, dropping a cloud of spores, and she smiled when it shone a pale green light on her round nose.
She left their home, which was grown rather than built. Several trees stood in a wide circle, and their low branches wound together to form something like a roof.
As she walked, she passed eight others like it before stopping at the edge of the village, where a very large Yoshi with red scales sat atop a craggly boulder, peering into the thin fog.
“Good morning, Dock!” exclaimed Feather.
“Mornin', Shorty,” he said. “What ya doin' up so early?”
“I didn't scare you?” she asked.
“Naw! I heard ya comin'.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Well, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd take a stroll.”
“Sounds mighty fine! Now, jus' mind yerself, and at any sign'a danger, come on runnin' back here, ya hear?”
“'K!” said Feather with a smile as she ran on by. Dock looked on after her with a grin until his eyes began to drift, confusing the fireflies' flahes in the fading fog for her toadstool's glow.
By the time he realized this, Feather was already far away where the grass grew tall. When the fog was nearly gone, she could see the silhouette of the jungle, dark and distant. Then, she noticed the fireflies gathering around her toadstool.
She pulled it to her left and to her right, she raised it up over her head and lowered it down over the grass. They followed it wherever it went, even when she threw it up into the air and caught it again.
Feather ran all around the wide field with the fireflies, laughing all the while. When the fog lifted, the stars came out to play in the paling sky. But, the fun didn't last much longer.
When the mushroom's glow died, the fireflies fled, and the stars hid their twinkling faces from the rising Sun. The air became hot, and Feather suddenly felt lonely.
Then, she thought of Flip. She remembered a time when a fierce storm flooded a different village of an earlier time. Dock had carried Flip through rising waters while the rain beat down on them.
She remembered how they had been found collapsed with numb backs at the mouth of the cave where the Yoshis had evacuated. She smiled and at first thought to return home, but when she turned around, she stumbled over something large.
She looked behind her, then gasped. Another Yoshi, maybe a year younger than herself, was lying there, flat on his back. He had orange scales, and wore neither shoes nor saddle, unlike other Yoshis she knew.
She meant to greet him, but when his eyes met hers, he suddenly darted right by, but not towards the village. Shocked, she stood staring after him. Then, she grabbed at the air by her side and noticed something was wrong.
She spun around, and when she saw that he had stolen her mushroom, she shouted, “Hey, wait! Don't eat that!”
She thought to go back to Dock, but she suddenly imagined him pummeling the poor little Yoshi into the dirt, so she ran after him herself. She gained on him, but when he glanced back, he screamed and ran faster—much faster.
“Wait!” she called again, but he never looked back.
When he reached the jungle, Feather was only a third of the way there, and the hot air was quickly draining her of breath. Finally, she tripped and flipped over with a scream before falling on her white belly, knocking out what little breath was left in her small lungs.
Through the grass, Feather could feel the rays of the Sun beating on her back and tail, but she blinked as her vision blurred. She wondered if it would roast her brown by the time someone found her.
The thought scared her and gave her a little more strength. Feather was nearly halfway to the jungle when she passed out.
Ah, the good ol' "Part #" days.
I won't say much about this story. Perhaps it'll speak for itself soon enough.
"Feather's Fable" is a tentative title. I just wrote this up out of thin air, so I'll have to think of a more subtle title later. I think it's shorter than others I've written, so I hope people will feel more comfortable reading this one through.
Critique is warmly welcomed, as usual! ;D
P.S. I can't remember if there's a better way to format this. It bothers me a little that I have to separate the paragraphs with a whole line of nothing. I'll try not to throw a fit if there's no way to fix that.
P.P.S. I feel extremely newby for asking that.