Arcadia excerpt
Short Excerpt from Arcadia. Still planing to finish it by the end of the month. Please excuse the grammar of haven't got it edited yet.
Away from the cave, Josh was standing in a small oasis, gazing down onto a small flowing stream as the fish swam by his bare feet. Although he was looking toward the fish he didn’t at all seem to notice their moments scraping against his legs, because his thoughts were already occupied on the pain of his broken heart. Michelle was all he could seem to think about, she was all he had thought about for the past three months and the initial reason he decided to accept his responsibility to return to Arcadia and rescue his people. Now that she was gone, and him knowing that no matter what he did, he’ll never again hold her in his arms; his mission to rescue Arcadia from the Locus now seemed pointless.
In that moment he noticed a single drop of water touched the surface of the steam and scared the fish away as it caused a ripple. He then noticed another and another, for a brief second he wondered if it were beginning to rain, but after seeing his own reflection in the ripples of the water he realized that they were own tears. Josh quickly closed his eyes, unable to face his own reflection and allowed flash backs of Michelle to simultaneously entered his mind until he focused his thoughts to a single moment from his past. It was the night he first met her, two and a half years ago in the center park of Arcadia. He was out of his uniform and she didn't know who he was at the time.
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Michelle was walking through the center park of Arcadia, under the bright midnight moon. Her head was down in deep though, when she heard a low sound of water splashing from the river. Her curiosity took control and she followed the sound until she saw a young man sitting on the river-bank skipping rocks. She watched as he threw the rocks and they seemed skip forever, over the river. While amazed at his odd talent of skipping rocks, she could some how tell that the man was depressed.
Michelle quietly walked up to the man and greeted, “Hello there.” She said.
The strange young man looked up at her and sighed then put his eyes back on the river as he replied, “Hey.” then continued to skip rocks.
“Wow, your pretty good at that,” she said.
“Well it's not like I have a choice.” He replied as if he hated his own talent.
“What do you mean?” She asked as she stepped a bit closer and bent down toward him.
“Nothing,” replied the man with a head-shake. He then stood and she did the same. “So why are you out here so late?” he asked. “Shouldn't you be in bed like the rest of Arcadia?”
“I couldn't sleep,” Michelle replied as she noticed his obvious unhappiness. “But what about you?”
“I just felt like coming to the park.”
“Why don't you come during the day?”
“Because I don't have time during day.” He answered defensively.
Michelle then walked a bit closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. “Are you okay?” She asked.
“Why do you care?” he replied, as if he was trying to shoo her away.
“Because what kind of person would I be if I just walked away, knowing that your hurting.”
The young man sighed, then answered. “It's complicated.”
“Try me.” She replied as she sat down sat down on the river-bank ready to listen. She then patted the ground next to her in a jester for him to sit back down.
The young man thought hard for a minute about reviling his loneliness to a complete stranger but something about her seemed trusting, so he finally sat down next to her and asked. “It’s not anything specific, but can you just stay here and talk with me for a bit?”
“What?” said Michelle in a surprised voice, at first she didn’t quite understand what he meant and gave his a blank stare.
The young man took her expression the wrong way and turned away, “Sorry, that must have sounded weird.” He quickly stood up and was about to walk away, but before he could take a step Michelle grabbed him.
“Wait.” She said. “It’s okay, I’m just surprised that’s all.”
“Why?” he asked as he turned back.
“I've never met anyone who was lonely in Arcadia.” She responded.
“Well, I'm the only one.” He said as he sat back down.
“Then not anymore,” she replied with a smile. “Because I’m your new friend.”
“Thanks.” he said with a sigh of relief.
Away from the cave, Josh was standing in a small oasis, gazing down onto a small flowing stream as the fish swam by his bare feet. Although he was looking toward the fish he didn’t at all seem to notice their moments scraping against his legs, because his thoughts were already occupied on the pain of his broken heart. Michelle was all he could seem to think about, she was all he had thought about for the past three months and the initial reason he decided to accept his responsibility to return to Arcadia and rescue his people. Now that she was gone, and him knowing that no matter what he did, he’ll never again hold her in his arms; his mission to rescue Arcadia from the Locus now seemed pointless.
In that moment he noticed a single drop of water touched the surface of the steam and scared the fish away as it caused a ripple. He then noticed another and another, for a brief second he wondered if it were beginning to rain, but after seeing his own reflection in the ripples of the water he realized that they were own tears. Josh quickly closed his eyes, unable to face his own reflection and allowed flash backs of Michelle to simultaneously entered his mind until he focused his thoughts to a single moment from his past. It was the night he first met her, two and a half years ago in the center park of Arcadia. He was out of his uniform and she didn't know who he was at the time.
(This next part is supposed to be italicized)
Michelle was walking through the center park of Arcadia, under the bright midnight moon. Her head was down in deep though, when she heard a low sound of water splashing from the river. Her curiosity took control and she followed the sound until she saw a young man sitting on the river-bank skipping rocks. She watched as he threw the rocks and they seemed skip forever, over the river. While amazed at his odd talent of skipping rocks, she could some how tell that the man was depressed.
Michelle quietly walked up to the man and greeted, “Hello there.” She said.
The strange young man looked up at her and sighed then put his eyes back on the river as he replied, “Hey.” then continued to skip rocks.
“Wow, your pretty good at that,” she said.
“Well it's not like I have a choice.” He replied as if he hated his own talent.
“What do you mean?” She asked as she stepped a bit closer and bent down toward him.
“Nothing,” replied the man with a head-shake. He then stood and she did the same. “So why are you out here so late?” he asked. “Shouldn't you be in bed like the rest of Arcadia?”
“I couldn't sleep,” Michelle replied as she noticed his obvious unhappiness. “But what about you?”
“I just felt like coming to the park.”
“Why don't you come during the day?”
“Because I don't have time during day.” He answered defensively.
Michelle then walked a bit closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. “Are you okay?” She asked.
“Why do you care?” he replied, as if he was trying to shoo her away.
“Because what kind of person would I be if I just walked away, knowing that your hurting.”
The young man sighed, then answered. “It's complicated.”
“Try me.” She replied as she sat down sat down on the river-bank ready to listen. She then patted the ground next to her in a jester for him to sit back down.
The young man thought hard for a minute about reviling his loneliness to a complete stranger but something about her seemed trusting, so he finally sat down next to her and asked. “It’s not anything specific, but can you just stay here and talk with me for a bit?”
“What?” said Michelle in a surprised voice, at first she didn’t quite understand what he meant and gave his a blank stare.
The young man took her expression the wrong way and turned away, “Sorry, that must have sounded weird.” He quickly stood up and was about to walk away, but before he could take a step Michelle grabbed him.
“Wait.” She said. “It’s okay, I’m just surprised that’s all.”
“Why?” he asked as he turned back.
“I've never met anyone who was lonely in Arcadia.” She responded.
“Well, I'm the only one.” He said as he sat back down.
“Then not anymore,” she replied with a smile. “Because I’m your new friend.”
“Thanks.” he said with a sigh of relief.
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