Lillian Knuckey
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High School Student
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The Tree By The Lake
Far beyond his own backyard, a young boy wanders through the early morning of a new spring. All vibrance of the world had been reserved for film, before he walked on grass this green. It kept impressions of each footstep, as a makeshift slingshot hung loosely at his side. Here in the deepness of this quiet forest, where the sky is blue as the sun is bright, rests an old gray lake. He kneels to pluck stones from the shore, and begins to hum out a melody. The lyrics were mumbles, so he couldn't tell if it came from him, or his mother. Perhaps he had heard it to the sound of dinner cooking, and the lack of pots and pans had attributed to its obscurity.
By Lillian Knuckey4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree By The Lake
Far beyond his own backyard, a young boy wanders through the early morning of a new spring. All vibrance of the world had been reserved for film, before he walked on grass this green. It kept impressions of each footstep, as a makeshift slingshot hung loosely at his side. Here in the deepness of this quiet forest, where the sky is blue as the sun is bright, rests an old gray lake. He kneels to pluck stones from the shore, and begins to hum out a melody. The lyrics were mumbles, so he couldn't tell if it came from him, or his mother. Perhaps he had heard it to the sound of dinner cooking, and the lack of pots and pans had attributed to its obscurity.
By Lillian Knuckey4 years ago in Humans
