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Daily Post: In Transit

So the writing bug has hit, and it has hit hard. What started off as a Daily Post has undergone metamorphosis and become this fascinating idea that I would like to share with you guys. This is an excerpt from the Novelette ( a brief novel or long short story, gonna be a small thing nothing NANOWRIMO worthy) as well as the original idea from Daily Post. Enjoy!

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In Transit
Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

Airport_by_Doublemind

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She saw the boy walk back towards the chairs at the nearby gate, looking far more despondent this time compared to the first few times. At first, she was sure it was merely curiousity leading him to the flight boards but then she noticed signs anxiety in his clenching fists, assuming he’d missed his flight. Now she was certain she knew what the kid’s story was, especially when seeing how his eyes scanned the crowds as though looking for someone, and that someone was his parents. Of course it all made sense now and unfortunately for him, he was quite a number of gates away from his parents. She’d noticed him first when he’d jumped off the passenger vehicle, only to misstep his landing and go sprawling across the tiled floor. The quick jump to his feet and shoving of his earphones back into his ears, had everyone smirking in pity and amusement much to the boy’s dismay.

Once they’d settled down at their gate, lounging atop the black leather seats nearest to the power plugs, the boy rose and animatedly gestured at his parents, taking his backpack with him before hurtling off down the walkway. More out of amusement than anything malicious at that point, she followed the boy from a distance. She watched him skip onto the passenger conveyor belt, turning around once he was on to let himself get pulled while he attempted to walk backwards on the lift, much to his amusement. By the fourth one, boredom had taken over significantly so he swiftly spun back the right way and stepped off the end of it. His head swept up towards the hanging boards, blue with white text for the flight gates and green with white print for other services; he followed the green.

At that moment she knew he was heading for the lavatories so she hung back along with her cleaning trolley, placed the little yellow sign with the cartoon man slipping, on to the floor, and slid the mop casually across the floor. When the boy stepped out, his head was down, staring at a device in his hand as he nonchalantly made his way towards the opposite side of the airport. Curious, she picked up her board and followed, wondering as she dragged her trolley if he was lost or now travelling alone. It would explain why he’d taken his backpack and the single glance towards the hanging boards and another trip along the moving floors had her assume he was now alone. She felt a smile touch her lips at the prospect.

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In response to:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/in-transit/

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Walking By Faith

Where do we go, nobody knows. We go wherever the wind blows.
~Faith – the spirited Adventurer ~

Faith hoisted the large, heavy backpack higher up on her shoulders, placing it in a more comfortable position on her back. She gripped the backpack’s dark straps firmly; they came across the front of her mud stained blouse, the blouse no longer a sunny yellow in colour but fading into a shade of yellow and brown. Her large straw hat hid her from the scorching heat, and the flow of long, light brown hair coming from it covered her ears, framing her demure face and reaching her shoulders. She looked ahead, her clear hazel eyes sparkling with excitement as she gazed across the empty, ridged landscape of the desert; there was a large tower ahead. It stood erect, rising from a sand dune that covered the bottom quarter of the immense structure. There was an eagerness within her. It seemed to bubble right through her as a large grin spread across her face and she began to rise up to her toes and drop back down to her heels in an energetic rhythm. She glanced down at her partner and snorted softly.Unlike her, young Aaron sat crossed legged on the coarse ground; despondent. His short golden brown hair lay matted to his head from sweat. The heat had taken every ounce of his energy, regardless of the short swim he had taken, at the oasis Faith had managed to direct them to. The mud had helped cool them off too but the prospect of traversing the sandy terrain with mud baking on their skin did not appeal to him at all, even if that would have cooled him down. He gazed up at the tower in the distance, shielding his light brown eyes from the sun so he could look at it without going blind. He sighed dejectedly; that was the last thing he wanted to do.

The travelers, completely unrelated, had been making their way across the desert for a week and a half now, each with their own personal goal. Faith sought adventure, yes, she lived with almost eccentric motivation that had led her to many different parts of the world. Yet this journey had become spiritual more than adventurous as she trekked through aesthetic landscapes varying from mountains and valleys to forests and jungles. Each region she traversed filled her with awe and wonder, a deep longing as well as a desire to know not only about its creation but also about its creator. Aaron on the other hand was an orphan, abandoned as a young boy by his parents claiming they were not ready for a child; he was pulling them down. He’d met his parents again later on and they had rejected him again. In his sadness and anger at his parents and a deeper bitterness for his unfair life, he lost all will and purpose to live. At the apex of the apartment building where his orphanage was located, he’d found himself on the edge of the building and gazing glazed eyed at the inevitable below him. Had Faith not appeared at that moment, Aaron would not have been alive this day. He found a new desire at that moment, a desire to figure out his purpose and know more about this ultimate Being that Faith spoke of so reverently yet so mysteriously about. Who indeed was the creator of those marvelous places Faith had traveled to? Where was He now? What purpose did He have for him? This journey had to have answers, just had to.

“Come now, enough rest let’s go!” Faith exclaimed as she grabbed the younger boy’s arms and pulled him up to his feet. Aaron grunted his disapproval but let himself be pulled up to his feet.
“Are we seriously going to climb that?” Aaron asked, unable and unwilling to alter his despondent tone of voice.

“Of course! This tower will challenge you beyond anything you have ever faced!” Faith exclaimed, falling back into her excited rocking, “In fact, there is a historical record of a young man, a little older than me, who not only climbed the tower but leapt from its top!” Aaron had a moment to remember his once strong desire to jump from his own high tower; so much had changed since then that the idea disturbed him.

“Not only did he jump, but he landed safely on a bale of hay at the bottom…he called it…the Leap of Faith. Exhilarating!” Faith’s face seemed to glow under her straw hat, her lips unable to contain the large grin that filled her face. Aaron, however, was skeptical…and fearful. It was as though Faith had saved him from one jump only to propel him towards another only this time…he was not looking forward to it. Not at all.


I hope you enjoyed the little excerpt from one of my short stories called Walking by Faith, playing around with that theme of walking by faith by having a character named Faith. The basis of this story is the idea of self discovery and also how God reveals himself in nature. Within the course of the story itself you will see that outworking of revelation through the eyes of energetic, optimistic Faith and the skeptical, despairing Aaron.

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