Thread:Swampcloud51/@comment-38701854-20190627180512/@comment-38701854-20200111195140

You know what

I don't really want to read The Old Man and the Sea.

On a completely different note, I'm kinda dying writing that story that I mentioned earlier. Here's part of it: (sorry if the formatting gets weird)

The man lifted a golden telescope to his eye, the light breeze gently pushing at his dark curly hair. A smug look crossed his face as he pushed the telescope into a short cylinder and slipped it into the bag at his side. “Just a couple more days on horseback and we should reach our destination, men,” he announced, hopping off the rock he stood on and striding back to his black stallion. In one smooth movement, he set his foot in the stirrup and heaved himself onto the saddle. “The treasure will soon be ours.”

“Um, sir,” a timid voice asked. The man on his saddle glanced back at his company to see who was speaking. One of the younger men, only about seventeen, had spoken. “Why are we doing this again?”

“For fame, glory and riches, don’t you remember, Jedrek?” The answer felt obvious. Why else would they be riding across their land to find an abandoned mine probably inhabited by an evil sorceress and ogres? Because they felt like it?

“I think he means why are we taking the girl, Ekon,” Magnar corrected. He nodded his head over to the white pony where a woman with a sack over her head sat. Her wrists were bound together by rope, and the rope was wrapped around the horn of the saddle before tying itself around the horn of Jedrek’s saddle.

Sighing, Ekon began riding down the ancient switchback paths that used to help merchants find safer ways up and down the tall hills. “Well, we need bait for the ogres, don’t we? I’m sure it has been years since they’ve had human flesh.”

Magnar coughed, making Ekon stop and glance back over his shoulder at his men who weren’t following him. His shoulders dropped in annoyance. “Look, we found her as a nobody and lost on the side of the road. We’re doing her a favour. She will be remembered as the brave woman who let herself get eaten by ogres so that we could kill the sorceress and take all of her gold! Really, is it that hard for you to catch on?”

“Er, sir, I think she can hear you. She was never unconscious,” Jederk added, glancing over at the girl who rode next to him.

“Well why wouldn’t we want her to hear? She should know her fate and accept it.”

“I don’t want to be eaten!” a muffled argument exclaimed. The girl must be talking, Ekon figured.

“No one wants to die,” he countered. “But not everyone dies in a fabulous manor. You’ll be one of the lucky few who goes out with a bang! Isn’t that something to look forward too?”

Silence.

“Well men, let’s continue onward! We haven’t got all day to sit around!” Nudging his horse in the ribs, they continued onward. His men followed in awkward and pitying silence.

I love Ekon so much XDDD. He's so fun to write