To the Hills
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Jericho Antares
FAKKU Writer
[Not for Contest]
I go to the hills today, far from sight and past the horizon where I am unsure whether the world even stretches to. I go and leave this advent of my life behind, but I'm not alone. I have my friends. I have what I've learned. I have the times I know—-the times I knew-—and the time that will inevitably come. I see the splendor in the fleeting moments I loved and wish with unwavering admiration for all the things I regret from the times I know, and despite those times I go. In spite of those times I go.
To the hills we go, souls bound and entwined across millennia to stand the silent testament to our very existence. Our souls, both weighed down and renewed by memories, shattered dreams, feeble naivete, and all the other relics we hold close to ourselves as mementos. They remind us of how we had traversed as far as we have. We cradle these things in our hearts as we walk to the hills. The hills both infinitely far away and inspiringly close.
The hills are fresh, and we finally rest our weary bodies. Our journey finished at last, we inhale as one and brace ourselves for what we know we must do. We nourish our souls as we look back to the footprints we left behind. The markers of our pilgrimage stretch to infinity, and we share the feeling that wells up in our hearts as we see just how far we have come.
Then we do the inevitable: we look ahead. We look farther into the future, and see the silhouettes of more hills. The hilltop we stand upon suddenly feels old and worn, and a familiar urge overtakes our minds and bodies. If we stay here we can't grow. If we don't grow we can't really say we've lived. Knowing this, we collectively smile as the same solitary thought flies through our heads.
“To the hills we go.”
I go to the hills today, far from sight and past the horizon where I am unsure whether the world even stretches to. I go and leave this advent of my life behind, but I'm not alone. I have my friends. I have what I've learned. I have the times I know—-the times I knew-—and the time that will inevitably come. I see the splendor in the fleeting moments I loved and wish with unwavering admiration for all the things I regret from the times I know, and despite those times I go. In spite of those times I go.
To the hills we go, souls bound and entwined across millennia to stand the silent testament to our very existence. Our souls, both weighed down and renewed by memories, shattered dreams, feeble naivete, and all the other relics we hold close to ourselves as mementos. They remind us of how we had traversed as far as we have. We cradle these things in our hearts as we walk to the hills. The hills both infinitely far away and inspiringly close.
The hills are fresh, and we finally rest our weary bodies. Our journey finished at last, we inhale as one and brace ourselves for what we know we must do. We nourish our souls as we look back to the footprints we left behind. The markers of our pilgrimage stretch to infinity, and we share the feeling that wells up in our hearts as we see just how far we have come.
Then we do the inevitable: we look ahead. We look farther into the future, and see the silhouettes of more hills. The hilltop we stand upon suddenly feels old and worn, and a familiar urge overtakes our minds and bodies. If we stay here we can't grow. If we don't grow we can't really say we've lived. Knowing this, we collectively smile as the same solitary thought flies through our heads.
“To the hills we go.”
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Wow.
I'm surprised no one commented on this yet.
This is really good, and I could picture the whole scene perfectly. Props to that.
What you wrote is perfect for an ending for an epic adventure story, and this particular scene would bring a smile to anyone who read it.
Like I said before, well done on this.
I'm surprised no one commented on this yet.
This is really good, and I could picture the whole scene perfectly. Props to that.
What you wrote is perfect for an ending for an epic adventure story, and this particular scene would bring a smile to anyone who read it.
Like I said before, well done on this.
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
I thoroughly enjoyed that as well, you have a nice talent for descriptive, yet poetic literature. Props.
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Disgusting wrote...
What you wrote is perfect for an ending for an epic adventure story, and this particular scene would bring a smile to anyone who read it.It sure did put a smile on my face! Great job. We're looking forward to seeing more of your lovely writing. ツ
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Jericho Antares
FAKKU Writer
Thanks for the comments. I wrote this to commemorate my friends and I moving on from our current phase in life.
They were all excited about being able to try something new, but I was always concerned that they would try to forget where they came from just because they didn't like it. Voila.
They were all excited about being able to try something new, but I was always concerned that they would try to forget where they came from just because they didn't like it. Voila.