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Just to let everyone know, it appears that the administration did some work on the forums and now the old Microsoft Word problem is back. So now all of the quotes and apostorphies are now strange repeating symbols.
I'll get around to fixing them all when I can, but it's going to bore the s**t out of me. So until then just ignore the error.
Also I'm working on a story that doesn't involve the same repeditive ending as all my stories so please be paitent and I will bring you freash material called Hallaballoo whee _____________________________________________________________________________________
Oh god no it's my first story ever... Take cover!
Well people seem to like it anyways. It's another sad story (imagin that) about a little boy who likes to help people. The inperation was when I was walking through a park I saw a blind man being escorted by a lady and thought... "I wish I could just place my hands on his eyes to fix him and he would be all better"
FYI, You may find different definitions to the word 'Liminality' but I know it as 'The Nature of Boundries' so that's how I'm using it. (just to clarify)
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The Liminality For Bliss
(999 Gifts For 999 Favors)
By Sephroe Zion
Allen Lambert
Many years ago in this very same park, a little boy was said to have the powers of the angels, though he only had the power within himself to help others, and he used every bit of it and more.
The "Angels Child" he was called, a boy with 999 amazing gifts, and for each one, he requested a favor in return. He once lived here in this park happily, no one knows where he came from or why he was here, but he never left, even in the harshest of weather. Let me tell you all about him.
One day he saw an old man walking through the park with a white cane in his hand poking at everything in front of him. The little boy ran and stopped in front of the old man and asked him if he could play with that cane of his, but to his disappointment the old man kindly refused.
"Ho Ho Ho" the Old Man laughed "Now my boy I just can't let you play with my cane, because I need it to see where I'm going." "You mean you can't see mister?" The little boy asked in wonder as he waved his hands to test the old man. "No, I'm afraid I have been blind since the day I was born. Never have seen the color of the grass or the beauty of the sky" The old man replied. "Would you like to see?" The little boy asked the old man. "Oh would I? I would love to see what my mother looks like, even in a photo of her for one second at the cost of my life it would be well worth it." The old man said with a tear that ran down his cheek. "Kneel down for me would you please?" the little boy asked. The old man kneeled for the little boy and the boy placed the palms of his hands over each eye. "Open your eyes and now you will see." The little boy said when he took away his hands from the old mans face. The old man opened his eyes and saw a foggy white light in his vision that began to focus. then he stared straight at the child who was standing there with a smile and proudly spoke.
"I can see! I can see you! I can see me! I can see the beauty of the sky and the grass beneath my feet" The old man cheered. "You have given me this wonderful gift and I am forever in you debt, How could I ever repay you?" The old man asked as he strained from sobbing on the little boy's shoulder. "I have done a you a deed and in turn you must do one for me. Travel the world and see the all with your sight and tell all of its beauty, tell everyone of what you see and the beauty it possesses. Unite the world through the glorious sense of sight." The little boy said as he turned his back to the Old Man and walked away.
Latter on in the curse of winter, blizzards came like meals in a day, on and on with the bone chilling freeze that never stopped for anything. The little boy sat on a park bench, sitting in the cold when a little girl wandered through the snow. "Why are you out here in this dreadful cold" The little boy wondered. The little girl walked up to this strange little boy who sat all alone. "I can't find my bear. She wears a little bow tie and is about 'yay' tall. Have you seen her?" The little girl asked as she described her bears height with her hands. Meanwhile the Boy reached behind his back and pulled out a stuffed bear. "This?" The little boy held the bear with a smile.
"My Bear! You found her! I could never thank you enough." The little girl cold and desolate, kissed the little boy and gave a big hug. "For this deed I did for you, you must in turn do one for me. Tell everyone of your little bear and tell them the joy it brings, show people the joy of a item such as a blankie, teddy bear, or a favorite toy."
The little boy grasped the little girl's hand and walked her back to her mother. "I will." The little girl said to the boy as she was picked up and carried away with her mother. "I will tell all and do you this favor, and the next time we meet, I will want marry you." The little Boy couldn't help but to blush as he thought of the little girl as her mother carried her away.
Years went by just as they came, one after another as the little boy remained the same. Not growing a day younger or even a day older he remained in the park as cheerful as ever. Helping people for whomever sought it all the while being weary of those who were just greedy.
Stories spread over the years of this strange little boy helping many people with powers people thought were given to him by angels.
Well people came to the park time and time again to see this child, but with numerous people all around the stress and attention took its toll. Over time he seemingly vanished from the park all together to distance himself from the beggars and never to be seen by anyone who knew him.
There were always rumors of a child of healing popping up on the news, but nobody could confirm that it was the little boy. Stories of the disable walking, the sick being healthy and the injured were better. Stories of sadness ending with a smile with children laughing everywhere. On and on the stories went. The streets were safe and prisons were empty, cops were becoming less and less needed, and nights were no longer a fright.
More years passed and the public eventually gave up hope and thought they would never see the child again. Even though the public never could go a day without hearing another miracle that the little boy was responsible for.
On one day out of the blue, the boy returned to the park to find police everywhere; surrounding the park with guns drawn. The little boy entered the park out of site, and as he walked around the park, little boy saw a dirty man hiding in the park sobbing heavily as he leaned up against a tree out of the police view. The little boy approached the man from behind the tree all the while staying out of his sight. "I ...I can't take much more." The man stuttered as he gripped a gun not knowing the little boy was on the other side of the tree listening to his every word. "I killed them and it's all my fault. But it was an accident though, wasn't it? I don't deserve this. why can't they just leave me alone?"
"Because it's their job." The little boy said as he sat down; leaning his back on the tree with his head held down low. The man reacted frantically to the little boys voice but never got up and continued to lean his back to the tree as well. "The police have a job and that is to take care of everything that isn't right in the world. Whether it's a city wide riot or a simple complaint; and they are after you. You won't get away!" In a serious mellow tone the little boy spoke to the man. "I must! I had no choice, they were going to kill us all and..." Quickly the little boy interrupted the man. "And you had to do what was needed to be done to save yourself and your friends. Am I right?" "...Yeah."
The little boy raised his head and stared into the tree branches above to admire the flowers above. "Sometimes, in order to do what is right, we must do something horrible. If you know what you did is right, then believe that! And others will..." The man interrupted the little boy with a desperate shout "But what I did was unforgivable! I didn't just kill them, I tortured them. ...and I loved every minute of it." A hush fell between the two for several seconds. "I forgive you." The little boy said softly. The man was speechless at the sound of the little boys three words. "It doesn't matter the crime one commits, It can be forgiven."
A few more seconds of quietness passed before the police stormed the park with their weapons drawn and pointed straight at the man ready to fire. "NO!" The little boy shouted as he darted from around the tree and stood with his arms straight out to the side making sure that he completely protected the man. "You can't shoot him! I won't let you!" The police officers stopped in their tracks, and at that moment, the man quickly stood up and placed the gun to the little boys head. Again a period of silence lingered in the air. "I forgive you." The little boy whispered with his head held down low; hiding his eyes in the shadow of his hair.
The man stared at this boy with a look of wonder of how one can be so gentle and forgiving. But before the man could lower his gun from the boys head the boy turned around and tackled him; shoving him back a couple of steps and taking a bullet in the back from a sniper on a near by rooftop. The man caught the boy when he fell down and quickly pulled him around to the other side of the tree. The man sat down, leaning against the tree he holds the boy in his arms. "Are you okay?" The man asked in a sorrowful tone of voice. The little boy placed one of his hand over his mouth and leaned forward to cough. When he leaned back, the little boy closed his eyes and pulled his hand away from his mouth with it covered in blood.
"With 999 Gifts to give, I ask a favor for each one in return. And with each one I ask the person to make the world a better place. I reached that number before I came here, and now I can go no further." The man stared in aw once he heard what the little boy said. "You're the little boy everyone was talking about all those years ago. The 'Angels Child', right?" The man wondered. "My name is not that of an angels child, but is of complete happiness. My name is Bliss and I will always for..give... y.."
The man gently shakes the limp body of the boy "Hey, hey! come on, wake up!"
The Child never opened his eyes again from that moment, and oddly enough when the police stormed around the tree and arrested the man, they never saw the child. All the man could say about his whereabouts is that he lives within us all as bliss.
In memory of the little boy, the town constructed this memorial in the center of the park of him holding out his arms to aid us all. Even in the night such as tonight the statue never ceases to loose its glow. It's as if a ray of light never stops shining down on it. This is probably not of any interest to you is it? Heh heh... It's okay if it doesn't."
"Bliss.
Age: unknown.
Death: unknown.
A boy with a will that will not be forgotten. A boy limited by nature only to break it to bring forth the peace we have in our world today. The will to forgive provides the last link in this chain of life. You will always be in our hearts, in our minds, and in our souls. Live on wherever you are, in your bliss and in our souls."
"Bliss, I didn't know your name then but I do know it now, and I still thank you for your help. I wanted to kiss you one more time when we got married but I can see now that, ...that might never happen again, so instead I will just leave you what you found for me, I hope she helps you as much as she helped me. I pray you can hear my words. Let us meet again, and never stop at 1,000!"
The End
 EmotronPlays · Fri Oct 21, 2005 @ 02:47am · 3 Comments |
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