Monday, November 12, 2012

The Stouthearted Swinger

(Here is my rough draft for the second story and thumbnails)


Addam and his friends were bored.  It was a hot and humid summer afternoon in Louisiana and there was nothing to do but catch frogs in the ditches and chase stray cats.  The small creek hidden in the woods behind their houses was an enticing yet deceptive trap full of sharp branches sticking out of the water like spikes.  No boy in his right mind would attempt to swim in there unless he had a death wish.  Yet Addam and his friends were bored, and anyone who knows children knows that boredom is the best motivation to get a child to do reckless things. So he and his friends decided to loiter by the edge of the creek.  Addam picked up a large rock and tossed it into the murky water.  He smiled crookedly at the satisfying splash.  Soon the other boys joined in and rocks started flying.  Eventually they got bored of that too and started throwing rocks at each other instead.  It didn’t last long.  While the boys were recovering from the attacks, Addam went in search of a rock to surprise his brother with.  What he found instead was a long sturdy rope hidden in the mud.  Addam wrapped his treasure across his shoulders and searched the creek bank for a tree with sturdy branches hanging out across the water.  Once he found one, he climbed as far as he could across the water and tied one end of the rope securely to the branch.  Then he tied a knot at the other end of the rope so that one’s feet wouldn’t slip off.  The boys stopped displaying their battle scars and watched Addam with growing excitement.
As soon as he was finished, the boys started pushing and shoving to get to the rope, but Addam wanted the first turn.  He stepped up onto a large rock and held the rope with both hands.  Addam wasn’t afraid of falling in the water.  After being tied to milk jugs and tossed into the river by his older brother, Addam knew how to swim.  However, he was afraid of the spikes and knew that if he slipped, he’d be coming home with water dripping out of the holes in his body.  So with that in mind, he pushed off from the rock as hard as he could at an angle.  The world spun out around him as he arced across the water and over the deadly spikes.  The strong wind pushed his hair back from his forehead and plastered the large grin to his face.  He was filled with pure adrenaline and courage.  If he survived this, he’d be dubbed Addam the Brave by all who hear of his heroic feat.  He reached the bank in no time and the boys rushed over to congratulate him.  For the rest of that summer, children swung on the swing of death to prove their bravery.  Yet no one could ever top Addam the Brave.


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