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I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story

Everyone is leaving. Things have changed and no one likes it. People are restricted to talk and even express themselves, so why even stay? Everyone left as fast as they could, to get the extra distance away from that place. People went to the shore to get on boats to find better places to call home. Some made their own out of shear scratch as others went to industrially made ones, ocean liners or ships the size of continents waited for those willing to go aboard. There were some who were willing to stay mocking us, calling us idiots and deniers of change. They were people too willing to submit to horrible changes, so whatever they said didn’t matter to most of us.
Some who created their own boats lined themselves up to have deck hands, calling for people they know that are willing to set sail in such a dangerously built raft. There was one preaching for a promised land that he knows to route to, screaming to us that those who deny such a promise are doomed to sink. Most weren’t willing to fall in command to such a crazy sounding man, managing to only hold three people, convincing them that they were going to get the place they’ve always wanted to be. I, alone, looked for friends. They were the only ones that could lift me up in such horrible times.
How could I stay in such a place if all my belongings were stolen from me and ripped to shreds? I almost cried having to panic to my own friend’s shoulder, that is if I could find them. It was no longer a great place to be apart of and seeing everyone leave made me feel even worse. It wasn’t the fact that people left a place so willingly that they would build their own boat to leave, it was the fact that I won’t see any of these people again, friends and people I considered family were going to be gone forever.
I shouted to find people I knew, someone that I could ride with. No one answered. I looked around to find someone I knew, but there was no familiar face I could find. I felt like going to the docks to find some Ocean Liner to take me, but as soon as I felt like giving up a friend called for me. He was off the beach and near some backroad off to the side of the island. He had a boat he’s been keeping for days before the changes and had a few other people I knew with him. He signalled to me begging for me to join him. He was my only option, I had to go with him.
It was strange feeling this relieved in such an awful situation, seeing smiles and perky faces at such a dire time. It was heartwarming almost. The moment I entered that boat, I didn’t feel so lost. I felt at home, at least for a temporary moment. The realization that a sleek home that I dreamed of for that moment was only a false promise for myself, having to curve my curiosity away from what could be to where could I be. I asked my friend as he pushed the boat off to the ocean’s current, where we might be going. “A new home,” he said, “A new home I can guarantee your welcome.” And he was right, he was someone I couldn’t hate or ignore, he gave me what he promised. A home that the other place denied my welcome after so long, I felt at home.
We cast off to sea to an empty island where we would create our own homes to manage our point in this world, having to express ourselves to a major degree. We had free will and freedom to say what we feel. We have free reign to ourselves and it was only to line up to something even greater in the future. I wish I could thank him, but such a thing makes me nervous, makes me feel vulnerable, that I can be crushed. I don’t want to enter such a state, but when the time comes, I will thank him for everything he’s done for me and the community he’s created.

In response to:
https://similarworlds.com/3724831-I-Challenge-You-to-Challenge-Me-to-Write/2571898-WRITERS-WEEKLY-CHALLENGE-WEEK-OF-MARCH-21-2019?sort=1&page=1
This is very well done and I can't help escape the feeling there is more to this than meets the eye; as if it is a layered story with more meaning that just the obvious one of a new world and a new home.
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@Elandra77 That reminds me. How long has it been since we've known each other? When did I join the fuse page on GI? Damn... Feels like centuries ago.

And thanks. I was going for a new home vibe to it, something I had to go through a lot.
@StarterPack I was a charter member but never stayed. I wrote two blogs-one a Tidus blog. Oneof the "malcontents" would not be quiet about me, my name, my bio or lack of it and more. I left.

A few years later I get an invite to go to Gamers Paradise. I did and signed up. And left.

I am mata's guardian angel. No idea WHY I am I but I am. Ask him about the yearly Christmas Card sometime. Since i am that I went to both places in mid 2017 and saw what was going on between these two groups. I tries, as Ash did (and she had authority to) to be peacemaker. I was now the eternal enemy of Gamers Paradise who saw me as choosing sides. That feeling continues on the place they went.

I was able to assist getting mata off the self destructive past he was on. He was an invalid more or less. Helpless and home bound. He needed help in finding the man he used to be.

So you and I go back to summer 2017 although it does seem longer.
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@Elandra77 Also, there is more than the meaning we both know. I would say, but I rather have myself break in tears right now. It's a personal thing I hate talking about. Writing it in this fashion was something that lifted something off of me. Anyone who is artistic enough will understand it or at least see why I wrote it in such vagueness.

I know this is late, but... Most of my responses are.
Reminds me of Hemingway. 🦋
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@DarkHeaven Now that's a compliment I never thought I'd get. Me being compared to Hemingway? Wow.
@StarterPack Maybe Fitzgerald. There’s hidden meaning here, forcing me re-read it. It’s good.
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@DarkHeaven Thanks!
SW-User
This is a great write and feels like there is a depth of truth to it that exists beneath the obvious. I can't help but wonder if you've lived this in some way....
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@SW-User You can see right through me like water, can you?
HeavenBesideYou · 56-60, F
I liked reading this a lot. I could feel the anxiousness at trying to locate friends and the gratefulness when you found them.
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@HeavenBesideYou Glad this conveyed that feeling. Thanks!
Fungirlmmm · 51-55, F
This is a very deep piece if you read into it. Well written and very interesting from beginning to end
StarterPack · 22-25, M
@Fungirlmmm Thank you!
SailingSlow · 61-69, M
Great write - really grabs the attention and tells the tale - thank you

 
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