-last edited on Oct 14, 2018 1:10:38 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Oct 14, 2018 1:09:31 GMT
“Where does it lead?” He asks worriedly. The boy thinks for a second. “Probably on the northern side of the lake, or shorter, around the northwest banks. The people that made this could’ve set up a landing platform somewhere in the woods.” “Look, we really need to talk to your mother before you—" “Don’t worry, I can call her on my phone! Besides, we can get home much faster this way, don’t you think? We’ll tell her once we made it over…It’ll be a surprise!”
“Théo…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He stops walking. They are close to the end.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you haven’t tried it yet! Trust me, once you’ve experienced that rush down the cable, you would want to come back and—!” The boy scowls when he sees how anxious the stranger is. “Fine! Since you’re such a scaredy-cat, I’ll go first! That way you can see how fun—” “No,” he cuts off the youngster’s provocation. The thought of being so high up and in the dark alone unsettles him way more than going first. “No, I’ll do it.” Théo breaks out a triumphant grin. But upon seeing the stranger’s sour expression, the boy reaches out his hand and pats his shoulder. “Hey, I’ll be right behind you, mister. Don’t be afraid.”
He nods, a part of him feeling more confident now from the youngster’s reassurance. His mind is cluttered with questions and internal panic-screams, yet he tells himself to remain still as the boy clicks on the hooks and links them to the hanging cable. The path of the zip-line is partially covered by mist and, with the rest of the trip rendered thoroughly invisible, it creates an illusion of disappearing into thin air. He knows that the cable will stretch safely to the other side, but the unforeseeable road ahead makes him agitated.
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Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Oct 14, 2018 1:21:03 GMT
The young boy looks up from his handiwork then asks: “Are you ready?”
“You said…you never saw this before…” He closes his hands around the ropes. “How come you didn’t know?”
“Like mom said, we haven’t been here for a while now. It was probably built during that.”
“Wouldn’t you…” He gulps. “Wouldn’t you hear about it? The planning? The construction?”
The youngster rolls his eyes. “Are you ready, mister?”
He lets out a sigh. “Fine. I’m ready.”
“Three…two…one!” A push.
His feet leave the wooden platform and dangle freely in the air. The wind brushes against him, stinging his face and forcing him to squint. If it was cold before, it was freezing now, and he curses as he wishes for the warmer hoodie left behind in the car. All thoughts and doubts have left him, and his mind is blank like it was at the beginning, when he first awoke among the snow of the Birchwood Forest. His stream of consciences is gone, and he finds himself screaming not out of fear, but pleasure. Pleasure of conquering his anxiety, pleasure of seeing the world.
This shouldn’t have happened.
THIS SHOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED.
There is a sudden snap.
Théo didn’t say anything about snapping. He opens his eyes as wide as he can and glances upward to the metal hook and string. To his horror, he finds the very ropes warped around his body, warped around his hands, to be breaking. The cable is falling apart, and it is only then that he realizes how aged it looks, how worn and torn it is under the sturdy coating.
The web of protection is crashing, and there is nothing he can do to save himself.
Théo didn’t say anything about snapping. He opens his eyes as wide as he can and glances upward to the metal hook and string. To his horror, he finds the very ropes warped around his body, warped around his hands, to be breaking. The cable is falling apart, and it is only then that he realizes how aged it looks, how worn and torn it is under the sturdy coating.
The web of protection is crashing, and there is nothing he can do to save himself.
“Where does it lead?” He asks worriedly. The boy thinks for a second. “Probably on the northern side of the lake, or shorter, around the northwest banks. The people that made this could’ve set up a landing platform somewhere in the woods.” “Look, we really need to talk to your mother before you—" “Don’t worry, I can call her on my phone! Besides, we can get home much faster this way, don’t you think? We’ll tell her once we made it over…It’ll be a surprise!”
“Théo…I don’t think this is a good idea.” He stops walking. They are close to the end.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you haven’t tried it yet! Trust me, once you’ve experienced that rush down the cable, you would want to come back and—!” The boy scowls when he sees how anxious the stranger is. “Fine! Since you’re such a scaredy-cat, I’ll go first! That way you can see how fun—” “No,” he cuts off the youngster’s provocation. The thought of being so high up and in the dark alone unsettles him way more than going first. “No, I’ll do it.” Théo breaks out a triumphant grin. But upon seeing the stranger’s sour expression, the boy reaches out his hand and pats his shoulder. “Hey, I’ll be right behind you, mister. Don’t be afraid.”
He nods, a part of him feeling more confident now from the youngster’s reassurance. His mind is cluttered with questions and internal panic-screams, yet he tells himself to remain still as the boy clicks on the hooks and links them to the hanging cable. The path of the zip-line is partially covered by mist and, with the rest of the trip rendered thoroughly invisible, it creates an illusion of disappearing into thin air. He knows that the cable will stretch safely to the other side, but the unforeseeable road ahead makes him agitated.
The young boy looks up from his handiwork then asks: “Are you ready?”
“You said…you never saw this before…” He closes his hands around the ropes. “How come you didn’t know?”
“Like mom said, we haven’t been here for a while now. It was probably built during that.”
“Wouldn’t you…” He gulps. “Wouldn’t you hear about it? The planning? The construction?”
The youngster rolls his eyes. “Are you ready, mister?”
He lets out a sigh. “Fine. I’m ready.”
“Three…two…one!” A push.
His feet leave the wooden platform and dangle freely in the air. The wind brushes against him, stinging his face and forcing him to squint. If it was cold before, it was freezing now, and he curses as he wishes for the warmer hoodie left behind in the car. All thoughts and doubts have left him, and his mind is blank like it was at the beginning, when he first awoke among the snow of the Birchwood Forest. His stream of consciences is gone, and he finds himself screaming not out of fear, but pleasure. Pleasure of conquering his anxiety, pleasure of seeing the world.
This shouldn’t have happened.
THIS SHOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED.
There is a sudden snap.
Théo didn’t say anything about snapping. He opens his eyes as wide as he can and glances upward to the metal hook and string. To his horror, he finds the very ropes warped around his body, warped around his hands, to be breaking. The cable is falling apart, and it is only then that he realizes how aged it looks, how worn and torn it is under the sturdy coating.
The web of protection is crashing, and there is nothing he can do to save himself.
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Yikes! That's the very last thing you'd want to happen on a zip line! Hang in there buddy!
The young boy looks up from his handiwork then asks: “Are you ready?”
“You said…you never saw this before…” He closes his hands around the ropes. “How come you didn’t know?”
“Like mom said, we haven’t been here for a while now. It was probably built during that.”
“Wouldn’t you…” He gulps. “Wouldn’t you hear about it? The planning? The construction?”
The youngster rolls his eyes. “Are you ready, mister?”
He lets out a sigh. “Fine. I’m ready.”
“Three…two…one!” A push.
His feet leave the wooden platform and dangle freely in the air. The wind brushes against him, stinging his face and forcing him to squint. If it was cold before, it was freezing now, and he curses as he wishes for the warmer hoodie left behind in the car. All thoughts and doubts have left him, and his mind is blank like it was at the beginning, when he first awoke among the snow of the Birchwood Forest. His stream of consciences is gone, and he finds himself screaming not out of fear, but pleasure. Pleasure of conquering his anxiety, pleasure of seeing the world.
This shouldn’t have happened.
THIS SHOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED.
There is a sudden snap.
Théo didn’t say anything about snapping. He opens his eyes as wide as he can and glances upward to the metal hook and string. To his horror, he finds the very ropes warped around his body, warped around his hands, to be breaking. The cable is falling apart, and it is only then that he realizes how aged it looks, how worn and torn it is under the sturdy coating.
The web of protection is crashing, and there is nothing he can do to save himself.
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That's the very last thing you'd want to happen on a zip line! 
Hang in there buddy!