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The Morn Our Parrallel Paths Nearly Came Askew (OWaW 2/8)
Full title: The Autumnal Morn Our Parallel Paths Nearly Came Askew
This is the second entry in the On Worth and Worship chapbook: A short story about longing for something, or someone, impossible to be had.
"...Following that is The Autumnal Morn our Parallel Paths Nearly Became Askew, which helps show the Romantic longing and identifies with the reader on the thought processes that keep fantasies and dreams down."
-from the Foreward of On Worth and Worship
Thank you for reading!
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The Autumnal Morn Our Parallel Paths Nearly Came Askew
On the wheel's turn of this season of change,
it almost lived up to its name.
I almost, -almost-, took the fall
and gave into a fancy.
Well,
Perhaps not a 'fancy,' that sounds too classy,
but rather, perhaps, an act of naïve sincerity.
Or:
Just plain stupidity.
So, well.. you see, there's this guuuuuy.
Or, well, I think he's a guy. It's kinda hard to tell these days.
You know, the golds, browns, and reds of these drooping leaves
can make a maroon mass of scales a bit challenging to see.
Can't say I had been close enough long enough to remember the intricacies.
But don't be misled! I've adored those sprawling wings in my dreams, as those sunshine-orange webbings climbed up and off from his sides, as those gleaming, silver talons flew up, flew gracefully over his intricately patterned muzzle, as his meaty tail, so thick and girth—
You know what? I think I'm going stop this description now; I could go on until winter freezes over. The point is: I hadn't reeeeeeally seen this beast very well. Grandma always warned about dragons, feeding me realisms about how they'll probably eat me or kill me. Yeah, I never really got close after those. So, as you know, distances tend to make things a bit blurry. Buuut, on that fateful Autumn day, I got to see clearly! On that day, our paths nearly, -nearly- converged!
Oh my, how do I begin this tale?
Well, have you ever walked by someone, maybe on your way into town or maybe you just happened by them in the woods, and you look at them. You look at them and you just want to point at them and exclaim,
"Yes! That is someone I want to spend the rest of my days with!"
But you don't because that person will probably get really perturbed, or not believe you, or maybe even call you a creep and promptly leave. No? Well, I'm sure you've experienced something like this before. You know, that classic 'love at first sight,' 'you are the one' type deal. Most people get it with their fellow humans, usually by some odd chance or act of fate. Heck, even if the other person is ugly, you could still be caught with love fever. As for myself, the person wasn't ugly. He didn't have packed abs or thick thighs or luscious locks; he had none of those traditionally beautiful human features. But I'll be damned if this wasn't the same thing.
See, I was taking a walk through the woods. It was my fairly normal hike, going to refresh myself down at the stream. 'Crunch crinch cranch' went the crisp fallen leaves and a fresh, moist smell of morning's dew filled the air. I was sticking by the browning bushes and messes of turning leaves, listening closely and traveling quietly. I made it to the old cherry tree, leaves as orange and yellow as a burning bush. I heard the bass and treble of crushing dead leaves, so I rushed and threw myself up against that now-fruitless tree. A rumbling was close, very close, and so I peeked my fearful eyes from the trunk.
And
There
He
Was
That vehement rush of fear fell to overwhelming sense of love, like a turn of the season where the weather changed much faster than you were expecting it to. My average-at-best eyes met a gorgeous sight of those deep, green eyes. My heart rose as my sight trailed the falling curve down his blunted muzzle; it quivered at those sharp, pointed teeth; it bounded as I made my eyes' way across the maroon scaled hide. But what stoked even stronger than what masterpiece had blessed my eyes was the frenzy behind those glassy lenses.
Oh, what if I could be blessed with such proximity on the regular? What I'd give to be someone to that someone! The thought of possibility causes my pulse to surge.
I could be a great friend to the drake! A pretty small friend, a slower.. weaker.. probably-not-as-good-of-company friend.
Oh...
Well, I could be a loving partner to the beast! A good looking, dare-I-say cute lover! A.. non-dragon lover. I've never heard of an interspecies relationship...
Oh jeez, why would he even want that? Nobody I know does. Well, let's see what else...
Oh, I could be a diligent servant for the man! A dedicated, eager-to-serve underling that would be so useful and appreciated! I could be useful in.. well... hmm. What could I do that he couldn't? I don't imagine he has something to tend to, prowling these woods. Or really anything that someone as lowly as me could help with..
Um...
It's a good thing I'm behind this tree. I can't see myself being any more preferable to him than as I am in being one step lower on the food chain. I know what a human can be to a human, but what could I be to a dragon? Not friend, not partner, not servant, nothing I can think of can accommodate me so. No tradition or scripture or guidance. I suppose, then, I should heed my elder's words. Better safe than sorry, right?
More like better safe and sorry.
Oh, how I wish I could have said something in that moment.
"How do you do?"
That would have gotten his attention, I think.
"My what pretty form you have"
A bit passive, um... Yeah, i'm not sure where it would go from there. He'd probably just ignore me or snap me right up in his jaws right then and there. I don't know.
I don't know anything.
I guess this how growing up goes. You pass on things so you can live long. You live long and you live with regret. My grandma would be proud, I'm sure, that I made it out living and safe. She'd be proud I didn't take the chance. Oh, young and stupid love they say.
It'd be too easy, right? Yeah, I think that's it. Nothing in life is ever easy. I don't hate myself enough go risk losing life. Or at the very least messing it up. That's why I stayed behind that trunk.
I waited until he passed, passed like a shooting star. I made my wish that autumn morn, and if he be a comet, then I shall see it in time it become true. But until this winter ends, I merely tell you this tale. A tale lived by a boy that grew into a man. A tale spoken from the ordinary mouth of an ordinary man.
A rather sad story, don't you think?
This is the second entry in the On Worth and Worship chapbook: A short story about longing for something, or someone, impossible to be had.
"...Following that is The Autumnal Morn our Parallel Paths Nearly Became Askew, which helps show the Romantic longing and identifies with the reader on the thought processes that keep fantasies and dreams down."
-from the Foreward of On Worth and Worship
Thank you for reading!
Full Text
The Autumnal Morn Our Parallel Paths Nearly Came Askew
On the wheel's turn of this season of change,
it almost lived up to its name.
I almost, -almost-, took the fall
and gave into a fancy.
Well,
Perhaps not a 'fancy,' that sounds too classy,
but rather, perhaps, an act of naïve sincerity.
Or:
Just plain stupidity.
So, well.. you see, there's this guuuuuy.
Or, well, I think he's a guy. It's kinda hard to tell these days.
You know, the golds, browns, and reds of these drooping leaves
can make a maroon mass of scales a bit challenging to see.
Can't say I had been close enough long enough to remember the intricacies.
But don't be misled! I've adored those sprawling wings in my dreams, as those sunshine-orange webbings climbed up and off from his sides, as those gleaming, silver talons flew up, flew gracefully over his intricately patterned muzzle, as his meaty tail, so thick and girth—
You know what? I think I'm going stop this description now; I could go on until winter freezes over. The point is: I hadn't reeeeeeally seen this beast very well. Grandma always warned about dragons, feeding me realisms about how they'll probably eat me or kill me. Yeah, I never really got close after those. So, as you know, distances tend to make things a bit blurry. Buuut, on that fateful Autumn day, I got to see clearly! On that day, our paths nearly, -nearly- converged!
Oh my, how do I begin this tale?
Well, have you ever walked by someone, maybe on your way into town or maybe you just happened by them in the woods, and you look at them. You look at them and you just want to point at them and exclaim,
"Yes! That is someone I want to spend the rest of my days with!"
But you don't because that person will probably get really perturbed, or not believe you, or maybe even call you a creep and promptly leave. No? Well, I'm sure you've experienced something like this before. You know, that classic 'love at first sight,' 'you are the one' type deal. Most people get it with their fellow humans, usually by some odd chance or act of fate. Heck, even if the other person is ugly, you could still be caught with love fever. As for myself, the person wasn't ugly. He didn't have packed abs or thick thighs or luscious locks; he had none of those traditionally beautiful human features. But I'll be damned if this wasn't the same thing.
See, I was taking a walk through the woods. It was my fairly normal hike, going to refresh myself down at the stream. 'Crunch crinch cranch' went the crisp fallen leaves and a fresh, moist smell of morning's dew filled the air. I was sticking by the browning bushes and messes of turning leaves, listening closely and traveling quietly. I made it to the old cherry tree, leaves as orange and yellow as a burning bush. I heard the bass and treble of crushing dead leaves, so I rushed and threw myself up against that now-fruitless tree. A rumbling was close, very close, and so I peeked my fearful eyes from the trunk.
And
There
He
Was
That vehement rush of fear fell to overwhelming sense of love, like a turn of the season where the weather changed much faster than you were expecting it to. My average-at-best eyes met a gorgeous sight of those deep, green eyes. My heart rose as my sight trailed the falling curve down his blunted muzzle; it quivered at those sharp, pointed teeth; it bounded as I made my eyes' way across the maroon scaled hide. But what stoked even stronger than what masterpiece had blessed my eyes was the frenzy behind those glassy lenses.
Oh, what if I could be blessed with such proximity on the regular? What I'd give to be someone to that someone! The thought of possibility causes my pulse to surge.
I could be a great friend to the drake! A pretty small friend, a slower.. weaker.. probably-not-as-good-of-company friend.
Oh...
Well, I could be a loving partner to the beast! A good looking, dare-I-say cute lover! A.. non-dragon lover. I've never heard of an interspecies relationship...
Oh jeez, why would he even want that? Nobody I know does. Well, let's see what else...
Oh, I could be a diligent servant for the man! A dedicated, eager-to-serve underling that would be so useful and appreciated! I could be useful in.. well... hmm. What could I do that he couldn't? I don't imagine he has something to tend to, prowling these woods. Or really anything that someone as lowly as me could help with..
Um...
It's a good thing I'm behind this tree. I can't see myself being any more preferable to him than as I am in being one step lower on the food chain. I know what a human can be to a human, but what could I be to a dragon? Not friend, not partner, not servant, nothing I can think of can accommodate me so. No tradition or scripture or guidance. I suppose, then, I should heed my elder's words. Better safe than sorry, right?
More like better safe and sorry.
Oh, how I wish I could have said something in that moment.
"How do you do?"
That would have gotten his attention, I think.
"My what pretty form you have"
A bit passive, um... Yeah, i'm not sure where it would go from there. He'd probably just ignore me or snap me right up in his jaws right then and there. I don't know.
I don't know anything.
I guess this how growing up goes. You pass on things so you can live long. You live long and you live with regret. My grandma would be proud, I'm sure, that I made it out living and safe. She'd be proud I didn't take the chance. Oh, young and stupid love they say.
It'd be too easy, right? Yeah, I think that's it. Nothing in life is ever easy. I don't hate myself enough go risk losing life. Or at the very least messing it up. That's why I stayed behind that trunk.
I waited until he passed, passed like a shooting star. I made my wish that autumn morn, and if he be a comet, then I shall see it in time it become true. But until this winter ends, I merely tell you this tale. A tale lived by a boy that grew into a man. A tale spoken from the ordinary mouth of an ordinary man.
A rather sad story, don't you think?
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