There is a Forest Between the Worlds
this is kind of based on the idea of the Wood Between the Worlds from the Chronicles of Narnia...
this is kind of based on the idea of the Wood Between the Worlds from the Chronicles of Narnia...
Some have wondered what lies deep in the heart of space. Where do time, hydrogen, carbon, and the more obscure elements such as love end? If only youth knew the beauty of their own imaginations; the gift of childhood that lies within their minds and merely waits to be awakened.
Yet, somewhere, deep in the scope of a child’s imagination lays a forest populated by the greenest of trees and the purest of brooks. It is a place altogether wonderful and yet strangely foreboding. Within this forest is force enough to bring empires into disarray and kindle life within the long lost and dead individuals who have ceased to breath by their own accord.
Despite its splendor, this wood is often forgotten; forgotten and dissuaded from ever again becoming the joy and life-breath of a child.
Still, this wood calls to each child by name, though they do not recognize its voice. Remember the feeling of the breeze brushing up against your cheek on a warm summer’s afternoon? That was the voice of the wood. Calling…calling…and whispering.
A young girl, just newly eight years of age, sat on a park bench in a small suburban park. Off in the distance, a man threw a Frisbee to his great golden dog. She had always wanted a dog but her father had terrible allergies and had requested that she give up on the idea of ever owning one. When she was not glancing up to watch the golden dog and his master, she busied her hands with her psp and hummed to the tune that escaped from her earbuds.
The yellow dog appeared to be laughing as he flew through the air to catch the Frisbee. He was most probably a mutt that had at least a little bit of retriever in his bloodlines. His master threw the Frisbee again and the dog leapt up to grab it out of the air. Just before his teeth brushed against the plastic edge, he returned his paws to the ground and then ran to where the little girl sat on the bench.
The dog’s owner called after him but to no avail. With a huff, he followed after the dog and immediately gave an apology. “I am quite sorry; Leo seems to be forgetting his manners.”
The little girl giggled and the scratched Leo beneath the chin; the dog responded with a profuse thumping of its rear leg. “He is such a beautiful dog!” She exclaimed while removing her earbuds and neatly putting it and her psp into a pile on the bench. “How old is he?”
“Leo?” the man replied, “oh he is about a year and a half now.” And with that, he returned the dog’s leash to its clip on the collar. “He seems to like you but it is now time for him to go home.”
“Thank you for letting me pet him.” Said the girl as the man and Leo walked away. She replaced the earbuds to her ears and then started off towards home.
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