Water
I love getting whisked away into stories of adventures and heroism. Stories that made you look at our world and seem to think it was so astonishing yet so simple, that we were yet to create the futuristic tools books spoke of. Or that we were yet to find the magic that was hidden underneath all the layers of science. I was the only one in my family who had the love for the alternate realities that everyone spoke of. That was before my step father came in. I finally had someone who would take me to the movies without complaining with each step. He was like ocean water. Like a strong wave, he was stern when I didn’t try my hardest or when I had done something wrong. Yet still calm and collected at each moment and always listening to my theories even when they were absurd. He was like water, so trustworthy and kind but sharp.
I would learn more than I had in years just from a simple conversation with him. He showed me new genres of books that I had never seen before, I learned of dystopian futures and authors that wrote about my daydreams. Of space travel and guides to the universe. I had finally found someone to show that sentence to or to ask what a word was without first going to Google.
Silent Sound is in every nook and cranny, in every building and every street. It’s impossible to escape. To the …show more content…
Even the turning of pages of a book would be silent. No people rummaging in their bags or postponing time as if they were in a library. The special place of silence would always have a feel of comfort even when there is no one around except the stories that brought life into the room. They would bring light to a place of darkness. Each one having it's own personality and giving off different emotions. Emotions that would shine through the pages. And there would be so many of them, sitting silently on all the walls, going on and on and on, like an endless
I love getting whisked away into stories of adventures and heroism. Stories that made you look at our world and seem to think it was so astonishing yet so simple, that we were yet to create the futuristic tools books spoke of. Or that we were yet to find the magic that was hidden underneath all the layers of science. I was the only one in my family who had the love for the alternate realities that everyone spoke of. That was before my step father came in. I finally had someone who would take me to the movies without complaining with each step. He was like ocean water. Like a strong wave, he was stern when I didn’t try my hardest or when I had done something wrong. Yet still calm and collected at each moment and always listening to my theories even when they were absurd. He was like water, so trustworthy and kind but sharp.
I would learn more than I had in years just from a simple conversation with him. He showed me new genres of books that I had never seen before, I learned of dystopian futures and authors that wrote about my daydreams. Of space travel and guides to the universe. I had finally found someone to show that sentence to or to ask what a word was without first going to Google.
Silent Sound is in every nook and cranny, in every building and every street. It’s impossible to escape. To the …show more content…
Even the turning of pages of a book would be silent. No people rummaging in their bags or postponing time as if they were in a library. The special place of silence would always have a feel of comfort even when there is no one around except the stories that brought life into the room. They would bring light to a place of darkness. Each one having it's own personality and giving off different emotions. Emotions that would shine through the pages. And there would be so many of them, sitting silently on all the walls, going on and on and on, like an endless