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A small bird chirped from the clacking branches of an ice brittle tree. Its call a
quick "chick-a-dee". His breath crystallized before his eyes when he tilted his
head toward the sound of the tiny creature. He then shifted his feet in the deep
packing snow to shake the fur of his boots clean of rime. The young man, now in
the prime of his life, had never been content. He'd always been a dreamer. The
daydreaming gave him an insatiable lust for knowledge and a fire in his heart
that blazed as bright as the northern lights in a gelid tundra. That lusty warmth
pushed him to search. It pushed him beyond the boundaries of his home, away
from the comfortable closeness of his mother's hearth and away from the
simple existence he grew up in.
Now he stood atop a hill which stretched a seemingly endless expanse into
nowhere. He stood there alone, completely alone, in a derelict winter landscape
overlooking the icy whitecaps of a primeval ocean. There was possibility,
potential and purity in this land and he'd come a far way to find it. He craved
possibility, potential and purity.
Again he exhaled and his breath fogged his glasses. The man grunted his
displeasure and pocketed the pair in his bulky winter coat. The chickadee
chirped again and hopped down to another branch. He watched the creature,
awed by its movements and felt a slight, sick pang rise in his chest. The
sensation stuck in his heart like the frost still clinging to his boots. There was no
one to see what he'd just seen but he alone and it was a wonderful sight. He
found himself fervently wishing he had a companion with him and the wish
became a tingle of longing deep within. For all he'd searched, all that he left
behind to pursue the cruel avail of fairytale daydreams, he was still lacking. He
tried to push the thought from his mind and replace it with thoughts of his
journey, his travail. He stood up and made his way toward the edge of his hill,
comely face poised before the path ahead, dark hair facing the sky.
The hammer round his neck swung, rocking against his bare skin, exposed by
openings in the front of his shirt and coat. He put his hand on it instinctively in an
unconscious attempt to warm the frozen metal and halted at the cliff's edge. It
gave way to a steep decline forged of plated rock that lead out to the shores of
boundless, opaque waters. Somewhere, through those perilous waves, beyond
that orange sunset horizon, there was a home. And somewhere, far beyond
these windswept, lonesome lands, there was a lover waiting for him; waiting to
share his desires, daydreams and the fire that burned like a long drag of rye
whiskey in his heart and his belly.
He just didn't know where that somewhere was. Or, how to get there; but his
insatiable lust pushed him ever onwards.
quick "chick-a-dee". His breath crystallized before his eyes when he tilted his
head toward the sound of the tiny creature. He then shifted his feet in the deep
packing snow to shake the fur of his boots clean of rime. The young man, now in
the prime of his life, had never been content. He'd always been a dreamer. The
daydreaming gave him an insatiable lust for knowledge and a fire in his heart
that blazed as bright as the northern lights in a gelid tundra. That lusty warmth
pushed him to search. It pushed him beyond the boundaries of his home, away
from the comfortable closeness of his mother's hearth and away from the
simple existence he grew up in.
Now he stood atop a hill which stretched a seemingly endless expanse into
nowhere. He stood there alone, completely alone, in a derelict winter landscape
overlooking the icy whitecaps of a primeval ocean. There was possibility,
potential and purity in this land and he'd come a far way to find it. He craved
possibility, potential and purity.
Again he exhaled and his breath fogged his glasses. The man grunted his
displeasure and pocketed the pair in his bulky winter coat. The chickadee
chirped again and hopped down to another branch. He watched the creature,
awed by its movements and felt a slight, sick pang rise in his chest. The
sensation stuck in his heart like the frost still clinging to his boots. There was no
one to see what he'd just seen but he alone and it was a wonderful sight. He
found himself fervently wishing he had a companion with him and the wish
became a tingle of longing deep within. For all he'd searched, all that he left
behind to pursue the cruel avail of fairytale daydreams, he was still lacking. He
tried to push the thought from his mind and replace it with thoughts of his
journey, his travail. He stood up and made his way toward the edge of his hill,
comely face poised before the path ahead, dark hair facing the sky.
The hammer round his neck swung, rocking against his bare skin, exposed by
openings in the front of his shirt and coat. He put his hand on it instinctively in an
unconscious attempt to warm the frozen metal and halted at the cliff's edge. It
gave way to a steep decline forged of plated rock that lead out to the shores of
boundless, opaque waters. Somewhere, through those perilous waves, beyond
that orange sunset horizon, there was a home. And somewhere, far beyond
these windswept, lonesome lands, there was a lover waiting for him; waiting to
share his desires, daydreams and the fire that burned like a long drag of rye
whiskey in his heart and his belly.
He just didn't know where that somewhere was. Or, how to get there; but his
insatiable lust pushed him ever onwards.
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I was inspired by some certain people whom I found of great interest and rounded this particular story around people and their daydreams, romantic ideals and likenesses with one another. Nothing more than an observation.
I choose to keep the name of the character of this story unknown so that the reader may better sympathize with him.
A man asked me why I chose the name "ScytheLust" as my deviantart account and I answered simply, it was just a name I chose back in younger days, nothing more. "In any case I am a very lusty person," alluding to the idea of lust for life and trinkets that make the heart tingle, and he replied that he had a lust for life and for language and learning. This sparked a memory in me of a conversation I had with the man whose words and physical model now take the form of the character in my story.
This also brought to mind, the man somehow reminds me of Frankenstein's monster; not in his ugliness but in his loneliness and romanticism.
"And do you not dream?" Frankenstein's Monster, Frankenstein
"In his heart there was something that shone like a gypsy's fire, seen across the hills and mists of night, burning in a wild land. These are the gems of the human soul and rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye, the countless gold of an aching heart, the martyr's groan, the lover's sigh..."- quoted from the book Wild Animus.
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I choose to keep the name of the character of this story unknown so that the reader may better sympathize with him.
A man asked me why I chose the name "ScytheLust" as my deviantart account and I answered simply, it was just a name I chose back in younger days, nothing more. "In any case I am a very lusty person," alluding to the idea of lust for life and trinkets that make the heart tingle, and he replied that he had a lust for life and for language and learning. This sparked a memory in me of a conversation I had with the man whose words and physical model now take the form of the character in my story.
This also brought to mind, the man somehow reminds me of Frankenstein's monster; not in his ugliness but in his loneliness and romanticism.
"And do you not dream?" Frankenstein's Monster, Frankenstein
"In his heart there was something that shone like a gypsy's fire, seen across the hills and mists of night, burning in a wild land. These are the gems of the human soul and rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye, the countless gold of an aching heart, the martyr's groan, the lover's sigh..."- quoted from the book Wild Animus.
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oooo great imagery