Etnik13 / Stories / Complex Simplicity - Chapter One (Intro)
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Well, here's the new story as I promised. I saw this movie a couple of days ago, although I don't know the title cause I missed the first 10 minutes. Anyway, it was about this kid who loses his mother, and his father was an alcoholic, therefore he had to take the weight of his world on his shoulders. That's when the perspective of his world changes. It's exactly that change of perspective what inspired me to write this story.

This is an intro though, just to let you know a bit about the character of the story.

I want to thank the creator of the house that I used, it's fantastic, just what I needed.

P.S. The character's name is Tim Adams (I fail at names, I know. XD) Anyway, that won't matter much since this story will be written in first person.

Well, here's the new story as I promised. I saw this movie a couple of days ago, although I don't know the title cause I missed the first 10 minutes. Anyway, it was about this kid who loses his mother, and his father was an alcoholic, therefore he had to take the weight of his world on his shoulders. That's when the perspective of his world changes. It's exactly that change of perspective what inspired me to write this story.

This is an intro though, just to let you know a bit about the character of the story.

I want to thank the creator of the house that I used, it's fantastic, just what I needed.

P.S. The character's name is Tim Adams (I fail at names, I know. XD) Anyway, that won't matter much since this story will be written in first person. Here I sit, between rusty metal, ripped fabrics, rotten wood and broken porcelain. These four elements, and the life that I have inspire me to write about it everyday, about the way the sun rises, the way the birds sing, the way the river flows and the most important, the way people are.

I want to tell you about the way I see the world as somebody who is so far away, when at the same time has always been there, I want you to hear somebodies voiceless calls for help when they most needed to feel warmth. Here I sit, reminiscing about what is gone to never return again, thinking about the few little things in this life that bring joy to me. I have adapted to this lifestyle, and yet again sometimes I don't feel that I am ready to live it. Not that it depends on me, it never has, it's just that I am still a little child. I am turning 21 now, but I still feel that inner child inside of me calling to get out and live the life he never had, play the games he never played, and hear the words he never heard. My meals don't taste the same, the air doesn't smell the same, nothing is the same. Somehow the past keeps setting me back, as if it was holding me on chains, making it impossible for me to break through. No matter what, I still believe that maybe, someday I will see the light of the sun, and feel it's warmth. At night I go out and buy what I need for my gardening, when everybody is asleep. I buy seeds, plant them, grow them, and sell a part of the harvests. That's how I make my living. Gardening has turned from something that I wasn't even interested in, into something that I can now find that little bit of solace that is left there for me. Whatever activity that has to do with the outdoors, I do it at night. I work on my garden at night, and that at the back of the house, although nobody dares to approach the place. Time has taken it's toll on it. The second floor isn't habitable anymore, and the first one is barely standing. Everything in it is the same stuff that came with it. It was old when we took the house, and it seems it has grown twice as old now, with everything that it holds inside, including me. Sometimes I go out for a run at night, on the path along the river. It helps me clear my thoughts and fill myself with air. It makes me feel free, it makes me temporarily forget my worries. It is my own little piece of heaven. At other times I go fishing in the river at the back of my house, past my garden. Not that I am a good fisherman or anything, it's just that it gives me the conscience of doing something else other than gardening. It brings a bit of diversity into my life, and there's not much of it, I can tell you that. And then whenever I feel like it, I go to sleep. I never head to bed without reaching the point where I cannot open my eyes, if I do so earlier, I start thinking so much that it gives me strangles on the back of my head, and after a while it becomes unsupportable, and what I said earlier is it's solution. This is my day, which is basically the same every time. Ever since I open my eyes in the morning, until I close them at night, it's all the same. Living in a plain world of my own, with my own things, with the things that I like to do, all by myself. And the thing is, that I'm starting to get used to it, to enjoy it.
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THE END OF CHAPTER ONE.

Complex Simplicity - Chapter One (Intro)

Nov 7, 2011 by Etnik13
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    7 Comment(s) posted so far

    On Nov 7, 2011 spladoum wrote:

    A farmer with the soul of a poet, huh. I wonder if he's happy and trying to give a voice to his feelings, or unhappy and trying to find something substantial to do with himself--hard to tell. I hope he finds what he's looking for, whatever that may be.

    On Nov 7, 2011 fabrizioammollo wrote:

    This is very moving. It gave me the impression he is unhappy and trying to figure out what the robles is and how he could fix it. Let's see what is going to happen in Tim life. \:\)

    On Nov 8, 2011 Mangio wrote:

    I wonder what happened in his past to affect him so badly? Such an intriguing beginning \:wub\: Such nicely captured screenshots \;\) Can't wait for more

    On Nov 10, 2011 spitzmagic wrote:

    Why doesn't he just walk out in the sun???? The plants that he grows could not survive without it. We all need a little sunshine. Very interesting beginning. \:rah\:Looking forward to know more about Tim. \:D

    On Nov 11, 2011 oldmember_lucianna88 wrote:

    beautifully written

    On Nov 16, 2011 evi wrote:

    Vry well written and touchy\:wub\:

    On Nov 25, 2011 urm0m wrote:

    Great story \:\)

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