A Strange Day in JulyA Story by Luke SteedThis little short story may have many meanings, mostly because it was written by 3 individual people: me, and two others who don't have accounts on WritersCafe. Much of the credit is due to them.A Strange Day in July It was a strange day in July. A little boy sat on the side of a lake. Thinking. Thinking of how he ended up here all by himself next to a lake he didn't recognize or know. Strangely enough he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember why he was here, how he got here, his problems back at home, or even his family. All the little boy could think about was the smooth, flat stones that were laying before him. He picked up one of the stones. Before, he knew in his heart that he wasn't able to flick it across the water and make it skip. But now, he knew he could. FLING! the stone flew. One. Two. Three... Four! Five! Six! A profound sense of accomplishment filled him with joy. Suddenly, something began to emerge from the water. The little boy began to falter, and in the act, he fell flat on his butt into the pile of stones. The boy watched in horror as this mysterious creature emerged. Soon, the whole of the monster was revealed to him, as left over water steamed and streamed from its jagged edges. ROAAAAR!!! The saliva from its mighty roar splashed upon the boy's face. The boy's first sudden thought (besides the profound sense of fear) was that this creature should leave him alone; he was really feeling that he could accomplish a skip of seven. The second thought was that he wondered about the warmth emanating from behind him, and that the warmth might be touching him. He turned and saw a girl. How had he not noticed her before? With her left hand now on his shoulder, she had her right hand outstretched towards the beast, sluggishly facing forward to examine the beast which was in a strange hypnotic state. The girl let him know that the danger had subsided for now. The beast slowly returned to the water. "Hey" she whispered. "Here," she handed me a smooth stone, perfect for making another skip. The boy took the stone and positioned it in his hand so that it was parallel to the lake. He found himself making a hard, painful flick with his wrist. The stone flew across the lake. It was a skip of eight.
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6 Reviews Added on April 4, 2017 Last Updated on April 29, 2017 Tags: mysterious, open-ended, monster, thought-provoking, interesting, skipping rocks AuthorLuke SteedFort Worth, TXAboutMy main project right now is Copperoton: the Snatcher Saga, a long sci-fi adventure book. The first couple of chapters are still being worked on, with the first being the most heavily focused on. My o.. more..Writing
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