Write a fictional story on the topic "Boy who dreamed to touch the stars"...?
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Boy who dreamed to touch the stars:
There was a boy. A boy with messy chestnut brown hair and distinctive freckles littered on his cheeks. The boy once looked up at the sky-- the first time in his whole six years of life. And the boy smiled.
The boy saw the stars. They were so magical and stunning. They glistened beautifully in the night sky. Projecting a mystical array of lights. They were small though, smaller than the sun. But he found admiration for them. He inspected them every night. Letting his eyes shimmer in their beauty. The boy then decided. He wanted to touch the stars.
"Daddy," the boy called. "Yeah, Captain?" His dad replied. His dad always called him captain. Or he would call him "sailor man" and relate him to Popeye. The boy acted like he hated it, but deep down he liked it. But, he despised when his dad sang the theme and said that he liked spinach.
"The stars."
"Heh. Yeah, I know how much you love those bad boys."
"I'm going to touch them." A bold, bright smile was stretched across his face.
"Yeah? You're too small for that, aren't you?"
"No. I can do it."
It was really happening. The boy packed a bag and filled up with granola bars and water bottles. This would be a long expedition. Climbing Mount. Momma.
At least that's what everyone called it. It was rather a giant hill than a mountain, but that was its name. And it was the highest spot in town-- that he had access to at least. The night was perfect. The city was drenched in darkness, without a flashlight you would be wandering the city like a zombie. The stars were able to shine through. They stuck out like a sore thumb.
Luckily, he snatched a flashlight and took it along for the journey. He reached the hill and began the climb. It was stressful, difficult. There was random holes and spiky bushes. Some parts of the climb, he had to get on all four and cross very steep areas. And to top it off, he was terrified of snakes. So, little brustles against any bushes made his heart get caught in his throat. Once, his backpack whisked a spiny bush and his stomach performed summersaults.
It was crazy. Space above isn't some empty pit of darkness. It has something. It has light. It shows that there isn't only darkness. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
He finally reached the very peak. "Yes." The boy exclaimed. He could finally touch the stars. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath. He was hunched over in distress, but he finally stood straight and looked up high.
Stars wondrously shined. He held his hand out. Just beyond his reach. "No..." He got on his tippy-toes. He groaned in defeat, "No!" he screamed. A bright light down below caught his eye. His dad had come looking for him with a flashlight in hand.
"Hey!" Dad noticed him. He ran up the hill. It had taken the boy so long to climb the hill, but his dad was mere seconds away from him. His dad got to him and hugged him tight. "I didn't think you were serious, Captain." He cut the embrace short and grasped the boy's shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes. "Don't ever do that again, ok?"
The boy nodded and obliged. "I just... I just wanted to touch the stars." Blobs of tears began to build up in the corner of the boy's eyes.
Dad sighed. "Come on." Dad bent over, he gestured for the boy to climb on. The boy smiled, a radiating grin that reached ear to ear. He sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. Dad had a sheepish look. The boy climbed on and dad stood straight. The boy climbed higher and onto his shoulders. "Now can you reach it?"
He toppled backward. Fell off his dad's shoulders and tumbled down the hill. "No!" Dad screamed. Through the spiky bushes and over rocks and pebbles. He skidded through ditches and holes, and continued down the hill. The rough terrain scraping and scratching his skin.
Bruises were inflicted, skin was cut. Blood began to drip from his forehead.
He finally reached the bottom, he was no longer a boulder rolling down a hill. He was stable. But, a gash on his forehead was gushing blood. His arms and legs throbbed. Bruises were bright and bold. Cuts were either oozing small droplets of blood or weren't deep enough to bleed at all.
He groaned in agitation. He looked up, he saw his dad running down the hill carefully in the corner of his eye. But, his eyes were fixed on the bright lights above. Even though injured, he still gazed at the stars. His fingers lifted up, reaching for them. Calling for them.
His dad caught up to him. He saw the boy's desperation.
He stared at the stars. One day, he thought, one day I'll reach them. But, now all he could do was look. Look, stare, gaze at the magnificent beauty high in the sky. Gaze at the lights that showed there was, in fact, light through the darkness.
ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs❣
❥There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.
They used to say to one another, sometimes, supposing all the children upon earth were to die, would the flowers, and the water, and the sky be sorry?
There was one clear shining star that used to come out in the sky before the rest, near the church spire, above the graves. It was larger and more beautiful, they thought, than all the others, and every night they watched for it, standing hand in hand at a window. Whoever saw it first cried out, “I see the star!” And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where
But while she was still very young, oh very, very young, the sister drooped, and came to be so weak that she could no longer stand in the window at night; and then the child looked sadly out by himself, and when he saw the star, turned round and said to the patient pale face on the bed, “I see the star!” and then a smile would come upon the face, and a little weak voice used to say, “God bless my brother and the star!”
And so the time came all too soon! when the child looked out alone, and when there was no face on the bed; and when there was a little grave among the graves, not there before; and when the star made long rays down toward him, as he saw it through his tears.
Now, these rays were so bright, and they seemed to make such a shining way from earth to Heaven, that when the child went to his solitary bed, he dreamed about the star; and dreamed that, lying where he was, he saw a train of people taken up that sparkling road by angels. And the star, opening, showed him a great world of light, where many more such angels waited to receive them.
All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the people who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the people’s necks, and kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and were so happy in their company, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.
But, there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them one he knew. The patient face that once had lain upon the bed was glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the host.
His sister’s angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to the leader among those who had brought the people thither:
“Is my brother come?”
And he said “No.”
She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms, and cried, “O, sister, I am here! Take me!” and then she turned her beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into the room, making long rays down towards him as he saw it through his tears.
From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on the home he was to go to, when his time should come; and he thought that he did not belong to the earth alone, but to the star too, because of his sister’s angel gone before.
There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was so little that he never yet had spoken word he stretched his tiny form out on his bed, and died.
Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels, and the train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes all turned upon those people’s faces.
Said his sister’s angel to the leader:
“Is my brother come?”
And he said “Not that one, but another.”
As the child beheld his brother’s angel in her arms, he cri
“Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessin
A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother was reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and cried, “O, mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!” And they answered him, “Not yet,” and the star was shining.
He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray, and he was sitting in his chair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed with tears, when the star opened once again.
Said his sister’s angel to the leader: “Is my brother come?”
And he said, “Nay, but his maiden daughter.”
And the man who had been the child saw his daughter, newly lost to him, a celestial creature among those three, and he said, “My daughter’s head is on my sister’s bosom, and her arm is around my mother’s neck, and at her feet there is the baby of old time, and I can bear the parting from her, God be praised!”
And the star was shining.
They whispered one to another, “He is dying.”
And he said,
ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴ.
❣ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴs ʜᴇʟᴘs ᴜ❣
❥ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ..