Alexander Davis Creative Writing

Sitting in the barn, I began to reminisce of my life prior to living in this village; a time when I lived with my parents near a stream, of which I can’t recall the official name. I was referred to as a socialite, as I enjoyed getting to know strangers in order to understand them and befriend them, and I used to pride myself on my judge of character, which I believed to be “top notch”, if you will, and my wanting to aid those in need. In the twilight of one winter morning, similar to that of today, however winter was in its more primitive phase, I decided to take a stroll in hopes of clearing my head before the day of work began. I noticed a man of seemingly low morale lying motionless near the stream, just staring at his reflection in the …show more content…
Alexander Davis. I live just down this very stream with my parents, roughly a mile or two south of where we’re standing,” I told him. Just as the final word slid off the tip of my tongue, the man gradually broke eye contact with me, as his eyes made way for the lifeless ground beneath his feet. His facial expression transitioned from lifeless to defeated and burdened as his shoulders convulsed slightly. The man began to sob, not the sob one would utter in mendicancy, however. It was a sob of broken-will with nothing to light the dark tunnel that his life had probably become. A few moments had passed, as did the man’s sobbing for the time being. “I was about to turn around and make way for my home down the stream; you’re more than welcome to join me and get out of this horribly cold weather,” I said in as gracious a tone that my mouth could produce, hoping to draw the man’s attention to something hopeful and alleviate his seemingly crestfallen outlook on life. He quickly looked at me in disbelief, I presumed, at my offer. His eyes, still generally gray in color, no longer looked to be completely lifeless. His sobbing, however, continued again for a brief period of time before he muttered his first sentence in our one-sided conversation up to that …show more content…
It was probably running low on oil,” he paused. “I stood up with haste, bumping into the table, and throwing my chair to the cold, hard, wooden floor before storming out of the house to get some fresh air and to collect my thoughts,” Gregory continued, “It was a time of weakness for me, seeing as I’m usually even-keel in nature. However, just as my head began to clear, and just as I began to collect my thoughts to form a plan to save my land and family, I heard a shrill scream from my beloved wife.” Gregory’s eyes began to flood with pain-filled emotion before collecting himself to finish his tragic story. “When I turned around and faced the direction from which the scream came from, I noticed that our small house was now in flames, and would soon be completely engulfed. I ran as fast as I could and kicked the door open to search for my children and beloved wife, but as soon as the door swung open, the ceiling collapsed to the floor, creating just a large pile of hellacious embers and intense heat. As the sounds of pain and agony silenced, I was left alone with the sound of everything I once knew and loved burning” he continued, in-between choking sobs, “I couldn’t even manage to find any remains, and seeing as I lived in the middle of nowhere and had no friends to seek for help, I just began to walk aimlessly. I walked for what seemed to be an eternity when I reached the tree by the stream, which is