He sees an old man seated among the murky depths, eyes closed and face partially covered by a conical hat. Long, white strands of beard stretch out all around the figure: an otherworldly presence somehow kept at ease despite the tempestuous ripples raging above, floating yet not floating. A teapot and worn staff hover around his unmoving body as he remains deep in meditation. The bizarre sight washes away all thoughts of danger, and he instantly forgets about his impending doom.
I know now— I know what to do this was bound to happen and there is no use-there is no use-there is no use— watch him slip watch him fall there is no use let him fall LET HIM FALL—
He looks on as the figure raises his head, the latter’s gentle, ancient eyes meeting his naïve, sensitive orbs. Signs of old age is all over the man’s withered face, where numerous wrinkles have overtaken his once youthful countenance. A slow, peaceful aura radiates from him and him only, calming the currents of the lake, calming his turbulent, hopeless soul, and he is left astonished and humbled.
He isn’t breathing, but time suddenly slows. His drawn out breath gives away little by little, yet he manages to hold on. Faith returns to his heart, and he wills himself to be strong. He can, he must, hold on. Help will arrive soon…and he will be safe. Even as his vision starts to darken and blur, he maintains this belief and keeps going. The figure in the water is seemingly giving him a sign of approval as he smiles and drinks down a cup of tea in salutation. How absurd! …Yet such is hope and its miraculous nature, and he is no longer afraid.
Let him fall…
When his eyes finally give away, his mind, too, begins to fade. The exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and his last breath, long as it has been, is at its final moments. It is then he feels a pair of hands grab hold of his submerged body and pull him toward the surface. It is then, with his body weakened and mind spent, the stranger fully loses his consciousness as he breaks through the water and inhales the Birchwood air once more, alive.
This was bound to happen.
So let it be.
~~~~ And there we have it---chapter 4! Time to write moar.
Oh, that's right, this is a Ninjago story.
Lit part, your story is so much more put together than mine.
He sees an old man seated among the murky depths, eyes closed and face partially covered by a conical hat. Long, white strands of beard stretch out all around the figure: an otherworldly presence somehow kept at ease despite the tempestuous ripples raging above, floating yet not floating. A teapot and worn staff hover around his unmoving body as he remains deep in meditation. The bizarre sight washes away all thoughts of danger, and he instantly forgets about his impending doom.
I know now— I know what to do this was bound to happen and there is no use-there is no use-there is no use— watch him slip watch him fall there is no use let him fall LET HIM FALL—
He looks on as the figure raises his head, the latter’s gentle, ancient eyes meeting his naïve, sensitive orbs. Signs of old age is all over the man’s withered face, where numerous wrinkles have overtaken his once youthful countenance. A slow, peaceful aura radiates from him and him only, calming the currents of the lake, calming his turbulent, hopeless soul, and he is left astonished and humbled.
He isn’t breathing, but time suddenly slows. His drawn out breath gives away little by little, yet he manages to hold on. Faith returns to his heart, and he wills himself to be strong. He can, he must, hold on. Help will arrive soon…and he will be safe. Even as his vision starts to darken and blur, he maintains this belief and keeps going. The figure in the water is seemingly giving him a sign of approval as he smiles and drinks down a cup of tea in salutation. How absurd! …Yet such is hope and its miraculous nature, and he is no longer afraid.
Let him fall…
When his eyes finally give away, his mind, too, begins to fade. The exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and his last breath, long as it has been, is at its final moments. It is then he feels a pair of hands grab hold of his submerged body and pull him toward the surface. It is then, with his body weakened and mind spent, the stranger fully loses his consciousness as he breaks through the water and inhales the Birchwood air once more, alive.
This was bound to happen.
So let it be.
~~~~ And there we have it---chapter 4! Time to write moar.
*gasps IRL* Oh, uh-uh. O.O
I suspected. . . I wondered, and I figured. . . but I decided to think differently, in case I was wrong, because I'm so often wrong in these cases. But. . .
. . . I don't think this guy's name is Bert.
TeaLeaf. Gurl. This is good. Like, really good. I felt like I was just as frozen in the moment as he was, floating in time. . .
like wow
*clasp hands together* Umm-hmm. o-o Thinking differently is good...Well, he's still "Bert" in my heart...whoever he is... Thank you! ^v^ You know, if he was't drowning, I think I'd do the same thing and just float around in the water, watching time go by... yes wow
He sees an old man seated among the murky depths, eyes closed and face partially covered by a conical hat. Long, white strands of beard stretch out all around the figure: an otherworldly presence somehow kept at ease despite the tempestuous ripples raging above, floating yet not floating. A teapot and worn staff hover around his unmoving body as he remains deep in meditation. The bizarre sight washes away all thoughts of danger, and he instantly forgets about his impending doom.
I know now— I know what to do this was bound to happen and there is no use-there is no use-there is no use— watch him slip watch him fall there is no use let him fall LET HIM FALL—
He looks on as the figure raises his head, the latter’s gentle, ancient eyes meeting his naïve, sensitive orbs. Signs of old age is all over the man’s withered face, where numerous wrinkles have overtaken his once youthful countenance. A slow, peaceful aura radiates from him and him only, calming the currents of the lake, calming his turbulent, hopeless soul, and he is left astonished and humbled.
He isn’t breathing, but time suddenly slows. His drawn out breath gives away little by little, yet he manages to hold on. Faith returns to his heart, and he wills himself to be strong. He can, he must, hold on. Help will arrive soon…and he will be safe. Even as his vision starts to darken and blur, he maintains this belief and keeps going. The figure in the water is seemingly giving him a sign of approval as he smiles and drinks down a cup of tea in salutation. How absurd! …Yet such is hope and its miraculous nature, and he is no longer afraid.
Let him fall…
When his eyes finally give away, his mind, too, begins to fade. The exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and his last breath, long as it has been, is at its final moments. It is then he feels a pair of hands grab hold of his submerged body and pull him toward the surface. It is then, with his body weakened and mind spent, the stranger fully loses his consciousness as he breaks through the water and inhales the Birchwood air once more, alive.
This was bound to happen.
So let it be.
~~~~ And there we have it---chapter 4! Time to write moar.
Oh, that's right, this is a Ninjago story.
Lit part, your story is so much more put together than mine.
...Welcome to the Ninjago Stories Subforum. Though I must admit that most of this story features OCs
Thanks! Not at all!---it's a chaotic mess behind the scenes. xD I wish it's more organized and readily updated as your stories...That's something I ought to try this year.
He sees an old man seated among the murky depths, eyes closed and face partially covered by a conical hat. Long, white strands of beard stretch out all around the figure: an otherworldly presence somehow kept at ease despite the tempestuous ripples raging above, floating yet not floating. A teapot and worn staff hover around his unmoving body as he remains deep in meditation. The bizarre sight washes away all thoughts of danger, and he instantly forgets about his impending doom.
I know now— I know what to do this was bound to happen and there is no use-there is no use-there is no use— watch him slip watch him fall there is no use let him fall LET HIM FALL—
He looks on as the figure raises his head, the latter’s gentle, ancient eyes meeting his naïve, sensitive orbs. Signs of old age is all over the man’s withered face, where numerous wrinkles have overtaken his once youthful countenance. A slow, peaceful aura radiates from him and him only, calming the currents of the lake, calming his turbulent, hopeless soul, and he is left astonished and humbled.
He isn’t breathing, but time suddenly slows. His drawn out breath gives away little by little, yet he manages to hold on. Faith returns to his heart, and he wills himself to be strong. He can, he must, hold on. Help will arrive soon…and he will be safe. Even as his vision starts to darken and blur, he maintains this belief and keeps going. The figure in the water is seemingly giving him a sign of approval as he smiles and drinks down a cup of tea in salutation. How absurd! …Yet such is hope and its miraculous nature, and he is no longer afraid.
Let him fall…
When his eyes finally give away, his mind, too, begins to fade. The exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and his last breath, long as it has been, is at its final moments. It is then he feels a pair of hands grab hold of his submerged body and pull him toward the surface. It is then, with his body weakened and mind spent, the stranger fully loses his consciousness as he breaks through the water and inhales the Birchwood air once more, alive.
This was bound to happen.
So let it be.
~~~~ And there we have it---chapter 4! Time to write moar.
I suspected. . . I wondered, and I figured. . . but I decided to think differently, in case I was wrong, because I'm so often wrong in these cases. But. . .
. . . I don't think this guy's name is Bert.
TeaLeaf. Gurl. This is good. Like, really good. I felt like I was just as frozen in the moment as he was, floating in time. . .
like wow
*clasp hands together* Umm-hmm. o-o Thinking differently is good...Well, he's still "Bert" in my heart...whoever he is... Thank you! ^v^ You know, if he was't drowning, I think I'd do the same thing and just float around in the water, watching time go by... yes wow
I know, I don't know why I always doubt. That'd be a nice sort of meditation to do every once in a while, without the whole drowning thing.
Lit part, your story is so much more put together than mine.
...Welcome to the Ninjago Stories Subforum. Though I must admit that most of this story features OCs
Thanks! Not at all!---it's a chaotic mess behind the scenes. xD I wish it's more organized and readily updated as your stories...That's something I ought to try this year.
I honestly was beginning to wonder if this story had somehow gotten misplaced.
You've hid it perfectly, and that's all that matters. Honestly, you've been keeping up a good pace lately! My stories are long and get a lot of updates, but that's just my style. Don't think you have to rush yourself to write faster, just so long as you are still writing. Succeed where I have failed and write quality not quantity.
*clasp hands together* Umm-hmm. o-o Thinking differently is good...Well, he's still "Bert" in my heart...whoever he is... Thank you! ^v^ You know, if he was't drowning, I think I'd do the same thing and just float around in the water, watching time go by... yes wow
I know, I don't know why I always doubt. That'd be a nice sort of meditation to do every once in a while, without the whole drowning thing.
Have faith in thyself, Tigress! >:0
Yeah just, you know, without the drowning thing. That tends to dampen the mood.
...Welcome to the Ninjago Stories Subforum. Though I must admit that most of this story features OCs
Thanks! Not at all!---it's a chaotic mess behind the scenes. xD I wish it's more organized and readily updated as your stories...That's something I ought to try this year.
I honestly was beginning to wonder if this story had somehow gotten misplaced.
You've hid it perfectly, and that's all that matters. Honestly, you've been keeping up a good pace lately! My stories are long and get a lot of updates, but that's just my style. Don't think you have to rush yourself to write faster, just so long as you are still writing. Succeed where I have failed and write quality not quantity.
You've all been fooled! This is a MB story since the very beginning!
"Hiding" is a big element of this story. Yeah! Too bad I just ran out of parts. I think it'll take me weeks before I can get another one done. xD True, true. Your parts are still rich in quality though! I'll try to develop a much more stable writing pace as the story continues---but for now, it's time to play the waiting game.
I honestly was beginning to wonder if this story had somehow gotten misplaced.
You've hid it perfectly, and that's all that matters. Honestly, you've been keeping up a good pace lately! My stories are long and get a lot of updates, but that's just my style. Don't think you have to rush yourself to write faster, just so long as you are still writing. Succeed where I have failed and write quality not quantity.
You've all been fooled! This is a MB story since the very beginning!
"Hiding" is a big element of this story. Yeah! Too bad I just ran out of parts. I think it'll take me weeks before I can get another one done. xD True, true. Your parts are still rich in quality though! I'll try to develop a much more stable writing pace as the story continues---but for now, it's time to play the waiting game.
*gasp* This explains so much!
Need moar now, tho. Eh, definitely depends on the part.
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Honestly, you've been keeping up a good pace lately! My stories are long and get a lot of updates, but that's just my style. Don't think you have to rush yourself to write faster, just so long as you are still writing. Succeed where I have failed and write quality not quantity. 
