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Move the mountain

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on October 9, 2011


Oh, dear Florence!

These rocks

With the chain wrapped around his shoulders, he leaned forward and took a step. The chain stretched tight, snapping the air under his force. He leaned again, roared, pulled, and made another step.

Another chain whipped from the ground and latched on to his leg, dragging him back. He didn’t give up a hair’s width, single-mindedly pushing his way forward. Chain after chain appeared, clinging to him, wrapping around his legs and arms. They tried to tear him down, choke him, crush his ribs. Yet his eyes burned with fury and he pulled until the chains started ripping up the ground around him.

The chains brought rocks and boulders, tried to bury him under a pile of granite. They covered him whole, blocked out his sun. With great noise and thunder, the pile grew into a hill, and then into a mountain. And everyone thought, well, there goes the hero.

But I stayed and watched for a thousand years.

And today.

The mountain moved.


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  1. bigcitylittleant said, on May 5, 2012 at 4:27 am


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