Thread:Goldengolom772/@comment-37093760-20181007195108/@comment-37093760-20181007202354

Goldengolom772 wrote:

Lumber Land

CHAPTER 1

The Start of it all

'''Mark is a nineteen year old boy who lives with his dad in Lumber Land. He was normal sized and weighed just a little under the average weight. He had brown hair and green eyes and a light soft voice. His mom had left him when he was only ten years old. She said she had something important to attend to over on the other island. She said she’ll be back in a week or two But, she never came back to him. '''

'''His dad on the other hand was eighty seven years old. He couldn’t do any of the work so mark had to do it all. Mark was happy to help his grey haired dad throughout the day. “Mark, Come to me.” His dad said slowly and quietly. Mark dropped his axe and ran over to his dad hoping something wasn’t wrong.'''

'''“Yes dad? Is anything wrong?” Mark asked '''

'''“Lumber Land…” He paused. Then spoke again. “It’s a… A mystical place where… Where you can hold trees with just a hand.”'''

“Yes I know that, Dad.” Mark said

'''“Where cars are sold in tiny boxes.” Marks dad let out a week chuckle “Never mind that. I wanted to tell you your twentieth birthday gift is this old… old car I bought from someone. It’s… It’s out back.” He smiled. Marks dad gestured him to come closer. He leaned towards Marks ear and said “The answer… Is… In the…” He coughed “In the… The…. Cli…” Marks dad slowly leaned back in his chair. Closed his eyes. And breathed his last breath.'''

'''“Dad?” Mark said close to tears. “Dad?” He said again. “Dad?!” Mark almost yelled. “DAD!!” He started weeping. “NO! Don’t leave me, I can’t do anything without you! I just can’t. You’ve helped me through everything!” He cried “ Please, I can’t do it without you.” Mark whispered into His dead dad's ear. '''

'''Later that day, mark brought his dad into the snow lands where he buried his dad in the snow. “Rest in Peace, Logan.” Mark sadly made his way back to his land. He was alone with no one to help him. With no one to comfort him. No one to give him advice. No one to talk to. No one. '''

'''He abruptly remembered the car his dad gave him as a 20th birthday gift. He ran around back and found a old rusty car. Although a normal human would think it of trash, Mark saw it as a million dollars. It was the first and only car there family owned. He hopped into the car and turned it on.'''

'''The motor shook and almost popped out of the car. But, by god’s grace, it stayed right in the place it was meant to be. Mark pushed the gas pedal and drove freely around the mainland. The cool breeze wisped through his hair. '''