[this is a conversation between a protagonist and a creature that knows all. the creature looks like a enormous tortoise of some sort. their territory is a swamp through which the protagonist has had to walk through.
the protagonist is an indian from about 15 y/o, a boy. he's sent on a journey to the creature to get some answers for the crisis the country (and their 'small queen') is in. he hasn't eaten in days, his horse died, he is exhausted but mainly depressed bc of the loss of his horse. (and the swamp is known for its depressing qualities)
the tortoise is the oldest and wisest creature, and is calm the entire conversation, the protagonist on the other hand gets annoyed with her pretty quickly....]
i do not claim to own this story, this is a part from my favorite book growing up, "the never-ending story" by michael ende. full credits to the writer and publisher etc
i wrote this because i was thinking about the story and i decided i wanted to write the conversation between these two creatures from the tortoises pov.
every dot is something the protagonist says.
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hello
tiny human
what is you doing here
in our domain
we dislike humans, particularly tiny ones. We're allergic to humans
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is you wanting information, you is saying?
we don't get many questions anymore
the last few centuries have been quite quiet for us
we might sneeze on you since we are allergic to humans
particularly the tiny ones
it's why we don't like tiny humans
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no, we're all alone
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why are you in such hasty mood
we have all the time in the world
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*giggles*
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no, we don't think your angry emotions are valid, tiny human
*sneezes on him*
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'why?' you ask us
because they're illogical
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no, they are not
*sneezes on him again*
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we have been alone for so long. we have started talking to ourself. if we had not, we had gone insane like the others.
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of-course we know the answer to your question, tiny human
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why so hasty, tiny human
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we have all the time in the world
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*giggles*
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you cannot anger us, tiny human
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because we are so tired
*really long yawn*
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we are old, tiny human. do you know how old we are?
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no, we are way older
*sneezes*
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calm down. we have all of the time
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we are older than your tiny human brains can process. we are the oldest of creatures. we were there when the small queen started existing
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we cannot tell you
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we cannot tell you that either. tiny human
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because we promised we would not tell you
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we cannot tell you that either
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the small queen, of-course
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it was meant to happen this way. your whole journey has been planned since the dawn of time. we know all m. everything that has, is and is going to happen
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shouldn't you ask yourself why you're still here? we don't have to answer that question when you know the answer the best
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why are you in such a rush, tiny human. we have all the time in the world.
the others do not, we are afraid. they're long gone.
we haven't spoken to anyone in so many centuries.
we lost count.
we weren't really trying to count, though
we have been alone for so long
so we started talking to ourselves
STAI LEGGENDO
unsmiling
Poesiai could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
