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O.k. I'm been writing this huge long story for the past 5 years and this segment is merely a part of one of the characters backgrounds put into a shortish story.
The main Story revoles around Wonderland, Oz and Neverland (so far as I'm positives) all being neighboring countries and what the people of the lands are going through in current events. Most of the story takes place in Wonderland due the fact that the Queen of Hearts has forbidden any emigration and immigration into her country and has set up a large wall to keep her people in and other people out.this fact takes place after the story below just in case there's some confusion. Anyway this is a segment bout Greg Winchester and I hope you guys enjoy.
Have you ever heard of a land called “America?” A place believed to be home of the free, and land of the brave? I wish such a place existed. It all sounds so perfect, but that’s only because it’s a fairytale, an escape for children, and occasionally adults, to let their minds drift off into a world where they can leave the troubles and stresses of their everyday life behind. Oh, how I wish I didn’t have to leave Oz behind. Even in its’ tainted splendor, it still fills me with the exuberance of a child. I still remember the grandness of the Emerald city, the way it once was before this depression, before all the looters and vagrants came and chipped away its lovely exterior. Today it is a mere shadow of its former self. Chips of large Emerald still cling up high from the reaches of thieves as if trying to hold on to a dream that slipped away so long ago. Nothing is sacred anymore.
I started to lean my head against the cloudy dirt smeared windows of the bus. Little rocking horse flies buzzing around us, flittering to and fro each passenger, looking for any gap in our garments to get at the moisture of our sweat. Oz, excited that the West opened up, plundered its many resources and now the four deserts that had bordered and protected it, are slowly eating it alive. Luckily, another land was found on the other side of the Shifting Sands. A place called Wonderland and a new hope for us. The old goat next to me started to lay his head upon my shoulder. Later, he started to smell, BAD. I think he just died. Is it the heat that’s getting to me? Come on get it together man, but then again there’s no place like home. The air conditioner tries to help, but only in vain. It blows hot air in my face instead, what a tease.
The older people who still have interesting stories say Dorothy went to America.
“What a load of crock.”
I look out of the tinted windows of the border bus, nothing but sand for miles.
“How long was this trip anyways? Seems like forever.”
With the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, the Wizard was able to open the borders and discover this new land, a land of Wonder, much to the disappointment of the queen on the other side.
“Doesn’t look very Wonder-ful to me so far.”
After what may have seemed forever a sign of civilization appeared in the form of a rusted Jalopy abandoned on the side of the road. On the passenger door of it someone sprays painted the words “Abandon all hope Snarnacks.”
“Crap.”
This is not doing anything for my nerves. Snarnacks are creatures that have made the blistering deserts surrounding OZ their home. They feed on meat, very intelligent, have very good hearing, and hunt viscously in packs. I heard plenty of horror stories about them at the bus terminal. Before the bus had set off on its journey the had Bus driver informed us that as long as the bus kept moving we wouldn’t need to worry about Snarnacks since they are slow runners. Even with this info I still was nervous.
I started to bang my head softly against the window in shear annoyance and try to focus my mind on other things. I started to think about how I got in this situation and the point in my life when said my final goodbyes to my parents and little sister who was crying pools of tears. The Winchester name has always been a simile to mechanics. In fact my great, great grandfather was the very man who helped the Tin Man become who he is… or was, no one heard from him in a while. I learned the trade at a very early age and immediately loved it like a child opening up a stuffed animal on Christmas morn I even put the skills to use in my hobby, Inventing. I love taking things apart and making something new. Unfortunately due to this depression no one needs mechanics anymore everyone too poor to own a machine and would rather throw it away instead of getting it fixed.
That’s why I’m here. My parents insisted that I needed to leave in order to pursue better pastures for my now endangered career choice. They wanted me to do something that I loved. I wanted to stay and help, but they said I would do more good if I continued my Inventing. My little sister Amber wanted to come with me they told her “no.” She ran crying. I packed my things as my father handed me his old worn passport just as I said my goodbyes. Tears fell on Amber’s face as she gave me the largest hug she could muster and asked me “Will you ever come back?” I gave her a crooked smile and said “Of course I’ll come back and visit as soon as I get a job and will be able to make enough money.” She smiled in return and made me keep that promise.
I felt that Wonderland would be the best place to head off to. A mechanic is certain to get hired quickly there; currently Wonderland is currently having a civil war about who knows what. I don’t really care who hires me just as long as I get paid for something I love.
A sudden swerve and jolt from the bus shook me from my thoughts. The bus then came to a slow halt. “We’re here?” I looked around at the other passengers as they gazed out the windows “There’s nothing but sand. Why did we stop?” We all were wearing the same protective clothing given to us at the terminal. Which made us all look like bundles of rags with red goggles and an Arabic flair they were meant protect us from the deserts harsh rays. I had switched the red goggles out my Emerald City green ones. “Hey! What’s going on!?” one of the passengers finally yelled. “Shush!” the bus driver harshly replied. Silence filled the hull of the bus. A great cloud of dust at the front of the bus began to disappear and then we all knew.
We’d hit something.
The main Story revoles around Wonderland, Oz and Neverland (so far as I'm positives) all being neighboring countries and what the people of the lands are going through in current events. Most of the story takes place in Wonderland due the fact that the Queen of Hearts has forbidden any emigration and immigration into her country and has set up a large wall to keep her people in and other people out.this fact takes place after the story below just in case there's some confusion. Anyway this is a segment bout Greg Winchester and I hope you guys enjoy.
Have you ever heard of a land called “America?” A place believed to be home of the free, and land of the brave? I wish such a place existed. It all sounds so perfect, but that’s only because it’s a fairytale, an escape for children, and occasionally adults, to let their minds drift off into a world where they can leave the troubles and stresses of their everyday life behind. Oh, how I wish I didn’t have to leave Oz behind. Even in its’ tainted splendor, it still fills me with the exuberance of a child. I still remember the grandness of the Emerald city, the way it once was before this depression, before all the looters and vagrants came and chipped away its lovely exterior. Today it is a mere shadow of its former self. Chips of large Emerald still cling up high from the reaches of thieves as if trying to hold on to a dream that slipped away so long ago. Nothing is sacred anymore.
I started to lean my head against the cloudy dirt smeared windows of the bus. Little rocking horse flies buzzing around us, flittering to and fro each passenger, looking for any gap in our garments to get at the moisture of our sweat. Oz, excited that the West opened up, plundered its many resources and now the four deserts that had bordered and protected it, are slowly eating it alive. Luckily, another land was found on the other side of the Shifting Sands. A place called Wonderland and a new hope for us. The old goat next to me started to lay his head upon my shoulder. Later, he started to smell, BAD. I think he just died. Is it the heat that’s getting to me? Come on get it together man, but then again there’s no place like home. The air conditioner tries to help, but only in vain. It blows hot air in my face instead, what a tease.
The older people who still have interesting stories say Dorothy went to America.
“What a load of crock.”
I look out of the tinted windows of the border bus, nothing but sand for miles.
“How long was this trip anyways? Seems like forever.”
With the death of the Wicked Witch of the West, the Wizard was able to open the borders and discover this new land, a land of Wonder, much to the disappointment of the queen on the other side.
“Doesn’t look very Wonder-ful to me so far.”
After what may have seemed forever a sign of civilization appeared in the form of a rusted Jalopy abandoned on the side of the road. On the passenger door of it someone sprays painted the words “Abandon all hope Snarnacks.”
“Crap.”
This is not doing anything for my nerves. Snarnacks are creatures that have made the blistering deserts surrounding OZ their home. They feed on meat, very intelligent, have very good hearing, and hunt viscously in packs. I heard plenty of horror stories about them at the bus terminal. Before the bus had set off on its journey the had Bus driver informed us that as long as the bus kept moving we wouldn’t need to worry about Snarnacks since they are slow runners. Even with this info I still was nervous.
I started to bang my head softly against the window in shear annoyance and try to focus my mind on other things. I started to think about how I got in this situation and the point in my life when said my final goodbyes to my parents and little sister who was crying pools of tears. The Winchester name has always been a simile to mechanics. In fact my great, great grandfather was the very man who helped the Tin Man become who he is… or was, no one heard from him in a while. I learned the trade at a very early age and immediately loved it like a child opening up a stuffed animal on Christmas morn I even put the skills to use in my hobby, Inventing. I love taking things apart and making something new. Unfortunately due to this depression no one needs mechanics anymore everyone too poor to own a machine and would rather throw it away instead of getting it fixed.
That’s why I’m here. My parents insisted that I needed to leave in order to pursue better pastures for my now endangered career choice. They wanted me to do something that I loved. I wanted to stay and help, but they said I would do more good if I continued my Inventing. My little sister Amber wanted to come with me they told her “no.” She ran crying. I packed my things as my father handed me his old worn passport just as I said my goodbyes. Tears fell on Amber’s face as she gave me the largest hug she could muster and asked me “Will you ever come back?” I gave her a crooked smile and said “Of course I’ll come back and visit as soon as I get a job and will be able to make enough money.” She smiled in return and made me keep that promise.
I felt that Wonderland would be the best place to head off to. A mechanic is certain to get hired quickly there; currently Wonderland is currently having a civil war about who knows what. I don’t really care who hires me just as long as I get paid for something I love.
A sudden swerve and jolt from the bus shook me from my thoughts. The bus then came to a slow halt. “We’re here?” I looked around at the other passengers as they gazed out the windows “There’s nothing but sand. Why did we stop?” We all were wearing the same protective clothing given to us at the terminal. Which made us all look like bundles of rags with red goggles and an Arabic flair they were meant protect us from the deserts harsh rays. I had switched the red goggles out my Emerald City green ones. “Hey! What’s going on!?” one of the passengers finally yelled. “Shush!” the bus driver harshly replied. Silence filled the hull of the bus. A great cloud of dust at the front of the bus began to disappear and then we all knew.
We’d hit something.
