|The Unexpected Visitor (standard:adventure, 1771 words)|
|Author: saradomin||Added: May 30 2005||Views/Reads: 3537/1284||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|One boy learns the values of life as he is sent live by them.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story imagine?” inquired the specter. “Why would I pity vermin such as these? They chose this life for themselves being the dimwitted idle people they are! If anything they deserve this fate for making our town so filthy with their rancid smell and messy pickings through our trash!” I retorted with more confidence than I deserved. “You will regret those words child! For thirty years you will live your statement of these people and if you should manage to gain from your experience you will have passed your ordeal, if not, I see no future for you...” and with that he faded into the air. I stared at the spot where the specter once stood when darkness descended upon me. When I awoke I found myself in my room once more. “Ha! I knew it was a dream! No more snacks before bedtime!” I laughed. This laugh was accompanied by the laugh as I went out of my bedroom which was followed by the laugh as I headed to my parents bedroom which was only exceeded by the laugh as I entered my parents room to tell them of the nights adventure. As soon as I noted that my parents weren't in their room or in the house fearful thoughts started appearing in my head. My fears were confirmed with the ringing of the doorbell. My heart was in my throat as my hand shakily opened the door to a portly gentleman with a grim expression on his face. Before I could ask of his business he started speaking, “I am sorry to be the one to inform you but Your parents....” I didn't let him finish for I already knew what he came to inform me of. I fled with a depression that clung to me for many years to come. ۞ ۞ ۞ ۞ ۞ They never found me for I concealed myself in the many alleys of a neighboring city. Day by day and night by night I learned what it was like to be a beggar. For thirty years I felt the pain and misery as many had before me. Slowly my eyes changed. I saw with the eyes of the unfortunate. I saw the world without its comforts and joys, a world where you were treated like trash, a world were you got no respect or kindness except from few who could see the world as I did. As I watched the rich walk the streets I thought of the spoiled and pitiless boy I once knew. I thought of every rock I threw and every insult I've used. Then I regret everything I once was and made a resolution every year to grow better. Every day I implored the rich for a coin. Every afternoon I searched the trash for scraps that I used to live off. My hair had become grease, my body was a shriveled skeleton and my bony cheeks felt the cold of every winter night in the abandoned house I used as a shelter. As I was about to give up hope that Martin would return to deliver me from this ordeal he did return. Searching through a bag of garbage I slipped on a treacherous yet wonderful banana peel and collided with a little man in a waistcoat that was a bit too large for him. “Idiot! Watch where you're......ugh a beggar collided with me of all the filthy things...” the little man was sweeping a moldy substance off his coat with a napkin from one of his numerous pockets. “Sorry,” I mumbled. The little man picked up a large rock and threw it at me. It struck my leg but I did not say anything because there was no justice for beggars in this city. I limped back to the alley that sheltered me for these long thirty years. In my half rotted house I found Martin waiting for me with an amused smile. I dropped everything I scavenged and just stood and stared. “You...you came back?” I uttered the words in disbelief. “Yes I am real and have come back. You seem to have grown much since I last laid eyes on you but the question still remains; have you changed much since our last encounter?” Martin waited for an answer. “I...I have” I replied softly. “Then your ordeal is over, remember the lesson you've learned and live it through your life or you will meet a bleak end.” With that said he vanished once more into the air. “I will spirit! I will live your lesson throughout the rest of my life I swear it!” a darkness fell over me for what I hoped was the last time... The End. Tweet
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