Imaginary- Chap1

Young Duncan has no idea he is mentally handicapped, in fact, in his own world he is quite intelligent and capable. Follow him as we get a glimpse into his beautiful mind and experience the heartbreak of his parents feeling of helplessness. This is the fi

 

Chapter One

 

 

Duncan is thirteen; he is quiet around almost everyone, including his parents. He has a very strange and unique condition of the mind, so unique in fact that no name has been assigned to it. They say he has the mind of an eight year old, but the mind of an eight year old is vastly underestimated in my opinion. Duncan sees things in a very odd light; reality through his eyes is always askew. Or perhaps he sees the truth and we have all been bred to accept what is actually the askew as reality. The only people who really understand Duncan are the imaginary. He is the only one we know of who can actually see, much less interact, with these imaginary. In fact, he is conversing with one this very instant. Let us now discover, Duncan Little’s Imaginary.

            Duncan sits cross-legged on his floor, staring and chatting with someone we cannot see.

            “I can beat you at this game you know… well because I have met the guy who created it that’s why! We sat for hours playing and discussing the many rules and strategies.” He sits alone in front of an empty chess board, moving invisible pieces. A purple light drifts in through the window and saturates the blank white walls, though we do not see it. “Hello. My name is Duncan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Those who are listening only hear fragments of words and mumbles from Duncan. But the imaginary understand him quite well and spend countless hours playing and conversing with Duncan. “And what is it you are known for?... that’s no problem, I just figured that a light that bright and beautiful… would you like to play me in a game of chess? Seems my other friend has been called back…”

            The purple light faded through the wall, leaving his room plain again. Duncan jumped up and ran from his room to chase after his new friend. He followed it as it drifted through the hallway, across the kitchen and out into the backyard. Duncan continued after it. He could see many lights bobbing and drifting outside, but he was familiar with all of these and was not distracted. He was horribly fascinated and intrigued by this new stranger. The purple light swirled around the trunk of the massive tree that dominated the backyard and disappeared into its canopy. Two by fours were nailed at regular intervals up the massive trunk that led to a well constructed tree house. The trap door at the bottom was latched with three small combination locks with combinations only Duncan knew.

            He climbed to his locks and began working the dials. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve done to the place!” Duncan was so excited to get in that he was fumbling with the locks a bit. You see, through Duncan’s eyes, the inside of this tree palace changed with each new light that entered. Once he was granted wings and was able to fly through incredibly deep canyons and across vast fields of dancing wheat. He saw things he had never seen, met creatures he never knew existed. Another time he was lofted upon the blade of a mighty warrior in mortal combat upon a gruesome field of battle and could feel the heat and intensity of every violent swing. But the images were so shocking and horrifying that he nearly fell from his tree trying to escape. Duncan has seen and experienced incredible things inside where we can only see darkness and old plywood walls.

            The last combination solved and all three locks inside of his pocket, he slowly lifted the trap door upward. Intense purple light once again filled his vision and he climbed in closing the door after himself. The seemingly source-less purple light faded down the walls, leaving in its place a view that stole his breath away. All around him were brightly burning stars and enormous planets of various sizes, swirling clouds of colorful gases and incredible, vast darkness swam everywhere in between. This was a special glimpse into who this purple light was. No wonder its light was so intense and beautiful!

            Before Duncan could explore further, the vision tumbled in around him leaving him once again, sitting inside a plain room. His mother was calling him. His mother’s voice was something magical in itself. If he was upset, it could instantly comfort him. If he was in pain, a soft song from her lips would melt it away. And even as deep as he was in that distant world, the sweet softness penetrated. Duncan climbed down from his tree house and headed for the back door, it was dinner time.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

Interesting. I don't really read for grammar, so I suggest uploading your work to Microsoft Word, and let it do a spelling/grammar edit. Great write, though. I like this work, and would like to read more.