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Hey guys! Its been a while since I've posted anything on this site. I recently started something new, and so far I really like where its heading. The issue I run into is I find it really good, even though I have no idea if it really is. So thanks for reading if you do.
"They loved you, you know. He did, she did especially," said a kind gracious voice. Old white hair wrinkled in places that hair should never be wrinkled flowed downward over an equally wrinkled face. Pearls that were in reality teeth shone out of the slight smile that the woman had. Her cold gray marble colored eyes stared down at a small boy who trembled with fear. Her kindness and warmth engulfed the boy as she wrapped her arms around him in one large swoop. "They always will love you," finished the woman. The boy stared up at her with his dark amber eyes. They glistened with light as small tears formed. The tears began to roll down over his small rounded nose all the way down to his small quivering mouth. He tried to fake a smile, but could not. His attitude was full of melancholy.
The woman's empathetic eyes left the boy and stared out into the vast blue ocean. Two caskets, dark mahogany in color, waded in the water rocking back and forth as the white waves rushed over them. Torches line the pale brown sandy coast line that went on for ages in both directions. The flames of the torches bore a light yellow color that was blended perfectly with a dark orange color. The sun which was the same colors as the fire of the torches touch the pale blue horizon of the ocean. Golden light was sent outward towards the coastline. A man dressed in ragged robes stood in front of the two caskets next to an alter that looked as though it was about to fall apart. He held both hands up as if he were praising an enigmatic superior being. He had been talking, droning on for hours and finally he finished his statement with, "And in our love we send them forth to a better world."
An old man, thin as paper, walked up next to the woman and the boy. He put his arm around the boy, struggling to do so. The old man tried as hard as he could to rustle the boys dirty dark brown hair. The robed man slowly but surely walked up to the caskets his arms still raised in the air as if praising someone. Finally as he let down his arms, which made a small creaking sound as if they had not been moved in decades, he swiftly pushed the caskets into the ocean. They sat there at first. Shaking in the calm wake of the ocean. But eventually as all things do, the caskets began to drift off into the open ended ocean. The robed man was heard yet again saying softly, "And with our love, we send them forth."
The robed man walked by the small boy patting him on the head in the process. He whispered something that was un able to be understood. And with a quick emotionless smile, the robed man disappeared beyond the back of the beach. The boy stood watching the caskets as they slowly became speaks on the open pale blue ocean. Surely enough time had passed to the point where the sun was hardly visible anymore, and the caskets were had completely vanished. "Come Brenton, it's time to go home," stated the old woman as she looked down at the boy who was still softly crying. She urged the old man to help her pry the boy away from the shore. Eventually the boy gave up on seeing the casket flow away and silently sulked as he walked back home.
