Sunday, November 22, 2009

Hope Trail

One evening in the mid 90's, having completed my homework at the Winona State computer lab, I decided to write something for fun. But how to get in the proper mood? After messing with some settings, I stumbled upon the idea of working with a unique font; a Western-style one, in this case. Here's what I came up with:

Hope Trail

Sunlight burned across the desolate prairie. She walked through the tall grass, her dark brown hair blowing against her face. Her eyes were as determined as the settlers of a hundred years ago.

She walked with self-assurance, her eyes focused and her forehead tensed. She wore blue jeans, faded and torn. Her blouse was red and smelled of fire. The miles she had traveled could be seen on her face, sunburned and dirty. Her heart pounded as she gazed at the lonesome valley.

She thought of the long road that lay ahead, but she was strong, as strong as a dozen oxen on a rampage. She would never quit, not as long as blood flowed through her veins. Though all was lost, she still had hope and one more chance. She walked under the blazing sun as sweat began to form on her face.

She found a patch of water and stopped to rest. Lying under the big sky, she wondered if she would ever see home again. It had been so long and she had suffered countless hardships. But this time things would be different. This time she would fulfill her destiny. Life leads one through many detours, but you usually end up where you want to go. And she was so tired of taking detours. She slept for a long while as an eagle soared across the summer sky.


Dave said...

I haven't written anything just for the fun of writing for a long time. In fact, I havne't read anything other than a newpaper or magazine for a long time until recently either.

I have missed them both.

Narkissos said...

wow! I mean wowwwww!!!!!!
awesome thomsy! come'n give us more......finish the story....wanna know wot her determination did for her? I'll call her fay! reminds me of....
"success is not final, failure is not fatal, it is the courage to continue that counts”
Winston Churchill

Rocketstar said...

She was naked wearing chaps right?

Jenn'fer said...

Nice Thomas! Great visualization, interesting sentence structure.... Oh, no I see you participating in NaNoWriMo 2010! (Yes, I'm obsessed)... seriously, it's been a blast, now matter how much you see me bitch and moan.

Although I'm sure Rocket will be unhappy that there is no "western porn" genre category...naked under the chaps? Talk about chafing.....