Thursday, May 14, 2009

White Mountais Wordle

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The Tripod

The Tripod

I was shocked and upset. I had just found out that Eloise was to serve the Tripods forever! I had decided to leave the castle and catch up to Beanpole and Henry. It was dark outside, but I could see well. Then I saw it. The Tripod. right in front of me. My heart pounded. The Tripod was most likely to cap me, so I had to escape fast. Just as the horse was picking up speed, a metal tentacle wrapped around my waist and lifted me up from the horse. I looked down and could see the horse still running. I could hear my heart pounding wildly inside my chest. The metal of the tentacle was cold and smooth. The tentacle drew nearer to it's mouth an then everything went blank.

I woke up laying on the soft grass. The horse was eating grass happily. I looked around and saw the Tripod by the castle. I remebered it picking me up and felt my head. Thankfully, all my hair was still there with no cap. Its a curious thing, though, why the Tripod didn't cap me. I sat and pondered about it for a while, but I could come up with no reason what so ever.

Castle Days

Castle Days

Life at the castle was luxurious, compared to my home in Wherton. The rooms in the castle were very fancy; the furniture made from the finest wood and the cloth for the sheets, curtains, etc. was beautiful satin, velvet, and silk. The clothes everyone would wear was a very soft cotton fabric. At my home, we would have to use cotton also for clothes, but it wasn't as soft as it was at the castle. Our furniture was made from sturdy, but rotting wood and our fabrics we used for sheets, curtains, etc. was quilted fabrics made by my mother, grandma, and aunt.
A typical day for me with Eloise at the castle was pretty fun. We would first eat breakfast, and then go outside. We would visit ponds, streams, and small rivers as we went horseback riding. Then we would come in for lunch. After that, we would take care of the horses. Then we would talk in the meadow. Not long after that, we would go inside and help make dinner, then eat. Then, we would go to bed.


Monday, May 11, 2009

The Hut

The Hut



Henry and I had been running at night. We thought we were being followed, but it turned out to be a herd of sheep following us. Because of my urgency to get away, I had broken or sprained my ankle. Henry and I decided to rest at a hut. There, I waited a couple of days for my ankle to heal. As I waited, I thought of Henry and our journey ahead. I had changed my mind about Henry. He had turned out to be nice, and he had the same feelings as I about capping. I dont' know if he could handle the journey, though. Ozymandias had said it would be a hard and long one. We hadn't come very far, and not many though things had hasppened, so the worst was still to come.

Ozymandias

Ozymandias

At first, I thought Ozymandias was a vagrant. When we first met, he talked in a strange way, almost as if he were reciting or makeing up a poem. When I invited him to meet me at the den (the place where me and Jack used to hand out), I realized that he wasn't a vagrant. He wasn't even capped, well at least not by the Tripods. He told me of a place where men were free of the Tripods. A place called the White Mountains. He said he had been looking for me an others like me to join them in the White Mountains. I liked the thought of being free from the Tripods and not haveing to be capped. But the thing that made me want to go more was the story he told me.
A long time ago, the Tripods came to the Earth. No one knos when, but they wanted the land for themselves. They had wars with the humans for a long time. They hunted men and enslaved them. They capped humans so they would obey the Tripods. They destroyed cities and made their own. Humans tried to escape the Tripods, but very few escaped. The ones who did were hunted by the Tripods. Some of them who were not hunted went to the White Mountains. It would be a long hard journey there and the life you would live once you reached the White Mountains would be a hard one.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Capping Day

Capping Day

My cousin Jack was capped today. I have been to cappings before, so this was nothing new to me. I was a little worried of how Jack would turn out to be after he was capped. Would he be different? Or would he be the same? Jack had had worries too about his capping. He told me that he would half rather be a vagrant.
The thunderous steps of the tripod could be heard from afar. Jack stood alone, waiting patiently to be taken and capped by the tripod. I watched as everyone else did, though most people thought this to be a glorious day of a boy becoming a man (or a girl becoming a woman.) I, though, did not think of this to be such a happy day. In my view, Jack would be seperated from me, even though we would still see eachother. He would be a man, and I would be a boy. He would work while I went to school. This seperation would not last long, though, for next year I will be capped and join Jack and the others who are capped.
The tripod finally came, stopping in front of Jack. One of its tentacles wrapped around Jack and raised him up to its mouth. It swallowed Jack whole. After that, everyone left.
Later that day, Jack came back to attend his feast, a metal circle in his head.