Holiday
At the Gate...
If he had been able to cry without the wind creating these tears, it would be a pure moment of joy. The patch of gravel he stood on was quite wide and slippery, but he felt no fear. It was the other bodies around him that impressed him now, as did that view, and he could not move. It had taken him a long while to walk and beat the sun that touched the edge of the sky and blew away the darkness and strong shroud of clouds. There was the valley that he could see clearly now, and soon as he would make his way down the mountain. There was the path that was still visible in the dim light and dying mist that headed down the slope. With his fatigue, he thought that the chances of him making it up on time would not be a success, but here he was, tearing up at the joy in his eyes. The others were also trying to shed tears not whipped up by the wind and failing at the effort. But their emotions were raw and pure as they saw what the sun could do, what the clouds were hiding, and what their efforts at climbing and tracing their path led to; here, the highest point in the country.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
"Adventures of Whiskers: A Tail of Curiosity
Title: "Adventures of Whiskers: A Tail of Curiosity" **Panel 1:** [Scene: A cozy living room with a fireplace, a window with sunlight streaming in, and a comfortable armchair.] Narrator: "Meet Whiskers, a curious little cat with an adventurous spirit."
By J.Balakrishnan2 years ago in Fiction
