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Grief — a story from BYCYE

This story is possibly told to the player by a character in the game. I just wrote this and like it so I want to share with you! Just in time for Mother’s Day! (uhm….forget that last part)

“Once there was a place where all the folk lived happily. Th’ children played and laughed in th’ sunshine while th’ adults sat on benches smokin’ pipes and sharin’ stories. Then one day, a boy of 10 years found a secret place in th’ woods that no one knew. There he happened on a dim and dark cave. Unafraid, th’ boy entered th’ cave. Far at th’ back he found a large nest — all covered in feathers long as your forearm. He pushed th’ feathers aside and discovered several large eggs. They were gold in color and each one five times th’ size of a peahen egg. But what excited th’ boy most was that, when he laid a hand on one of th’ eggs, he could feel the inside thrummin’ with life.

Well th’ boy scooped up one of those eggs, and carefully bore it home. He showed it to his mother, who scolded him and told him to put it back. But the boy, in his curiosity and pride, hid th’ egg instead.

Th’ next morning, the city woke to th’ panicked screams of a woman of th’ town. Her young daughter had gone missing. Th’ folk searched high and low, but could find no sign of the girl. Th’ next day another child went missin’, and th’ day after that.

Th’ mother of th’ boy who had found th’ egg was terrified but also suspicious. ‘Did you return that egg like I told you?’ she asked her son. ‘Of course mother…’ th’ boy stammered. That very day he slipped from th’ town to th’ egg’s hiding place. It was still there, but when he touched it he knew somethin’ was wrong. Th’ thrummin’ of life inside th’ egg had grown very weak. The boy took th’ egg and hastened back to th’ cave where he had found it. All th’ while he felt th’ egg’s life growin’ fainter and fainter. He came back to th’ cave and walked in carefully.

This time, th’ cave was not empty. A large bird-like creature with th’ tail of a snake sat curled around her nest, cryin’ softly. Th’ boy approached slowly and placed th’ egg in front of it. It looked up at him with great golden eyes and gasped when it saw the egg. It sniffed at th’ egg, and finally placed one great clawed hand gently around it. Suddenly th’ air in th’ cave turned hot and th’ massive head snapped up to look at th’ boy, its eyes turned to a deep blood red. Th’ boy knew what had happened — th’ egg had died.

‘You monster!’ the creature hissed. ‘Do you know what you have done?’

There was a scream heard throughout th’ countryside and th’ young egg thief was never seen again. The disappearances of th’ children in th’ city didn’t stop — if anythin’ the kidnappin’s grew more frequent. Finally came a day when no children were left in th’ city. And with th’ children, all th’ joy was gone too.”

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    May 07, 2010 @ 12:12 am

  2. Gregory Weir

    I love the story! It’s dark and doesn’t go for the easy ending. And it leaves me wanting more, as good stories do.

    The dialect writing bugs me a bit, though; by the end I was sorta in apostrophe overload. Maybe the number of “th’”s could be reduced? I’m having trouble imagining a dialect that would actually abbreviate “the” before words starting in a vowel or in sounds like “th.” “Th’ boy” sounds right in my head, but “th’ egg” and “Th’ thrummin’” don’t.

    May 07, 2010 @ 1:35 am

  3. Heather

    Hmm…interesting about the dialect. I’ll mull it over. Glad you like the story though!

    If anyone else has an opinion on this I’d love to hear it!

    May 07, 2010 @ 2:37 am

  4. Sharon

    This is a nice “cookie,” as some writer friends call short out-takes. I like it.

    I have a dialect comment, too: since th- and most consonants need at least a short vowel between them, and since most human languages add such a thing for phonological convenience (look up “epenthetic vowel” for more about this), it’d be logical to have “th’egg” but not “th’ boy.” Also, why not “th’inside”? :)

    May 12, 2010 @ 11:16 pm