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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:58 am
I made this story for a friend of mine. I want you guys to read it and tell me what you think. My friend used to believe in God, but he said that the world was filled with too many bad things for there to be a loving God, or even a God at all. Tell me how this story is, tell me what you think.
There once was a young boy. This young boy had no home, no friends, or even a name. To the world, he was a no one. People had their everyday lives passing him on the street, not even thinking twice to look his way. Even other homeless people saw him as a no one. He was a no one, and he had no one. He made his home in box, in a small back alleyway, between a newly rented out store and a bakery. Everyday at 4, the bakery back door would open and empty its trash in the dumpster, never offering the boy a thing. It was like that for him. He didn’t ever complain about being hungry, he handled it better then any other person would have. He never complained about being cold, he just took it. The only thing he truly wanted was love. He wanted a friend, he wanted to be accepted. His mindset was different than any other person in the world. It was strange. Though the world had rejected him, he still would do anything for them.
A child from a regular school, who never paid the homeless boy any mind, was being beat up by some neighbor hood kids. The homeless boy wouldn’t even think twice that the child had never cared about him. In fact, this child had thrown rocks at him just the week before. No matter to him, he still showed this child love and ran to help him. He yelled at the neighbor bullies and was beat up in return. While, the child didn’t even say “thanks,” and just ran and escaped while he could. No matter who rejected him, this nameless, homeless boy, had always showed them a love that no one else cared to show him. He just wanted to be loved back. Days went on, months went on, and nothing ever changed.
A few days before Christmas, a store moved into the empty, rent out store next to the bakery. The homeless child wondered who had moved in. Would they accept him? Would they show him love? Would they be his friend? He waited and waited for someone to come out the side door. Maybe they would take out some trash, or maybe to even say “hello” to him. Around 6-ish, a young beautiful girl came out the side door. She had a huge bag of something, dumped it in the dumpster. The homeless boy tried to say hello to her. He spoke up loud enough, and even had the sweetest voice you could ever imagine. His lips were graced with a sweet warm smile on his face. No person in their right mind would ignore such a face. But, she just glared at the kid, ignored him, and went back inside. She saw him, she heard him, and ignored him. Another person to add that just didn’t pay him any mind. What had he done wrong? He had never hurt anyone. He had never wronged anyone. All he did was help people, just like the child from the school who was being beat up. He helped him, and didn’t even get a “thanks.” He had even offered up his box, where he slept, to a young homeless girl, who just left and didn’t even thank him, either. His heart was so big, but no one even thought about it. Yet, he never gave up hope.
A few nights later his curiosity got the better of him. This night, he decided he’d go through the dumpster that belonged to the new shop. He wanted to know what kind of shop it would be. He would have looked through the window but there was a large curtain covering the window, concealing anyone’s view on the shop. He lifted a heavy trash bag out of the dumpster and pulled it to his corner of the alleyway. After a moment, he had the bag torn open; he then saw something very odd. It was bag full of clay. How strange, he thought. He didn’t think much about it, though. Instead, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
He dreamt for a long time that night. His dream was full of dull, black and white colors. People rejecting him, no one loving him. But, colorful clay began to float up around his head. The clay turned into cute animals that loved him and accepted him. He then awoke with happiness. He quickly pulled out the clay and began to work. He worked for hours molding the clay into things. He put time, detail, and love, into every mold and crease he created. The harder he worked, the more determined he was. He was at the point where he had had enough. Tears filled his eyes and streamed down his face. He just wanted to be loved. He finished his final creation and then he then began to cry. He lifted the clay that looked like a puppy, held it to his chest and cried. Tears fell on the clay and slid down it, splashing to the ground. The more he cried, the more his fingers tingled. The more his fingers tingled, the more he realized that the clay was moving. All of it was. His creatures were coming to life! All of them were. Not only that, the puppy began to lick his face. The boys eyes widened in shock. He had never felt this before. Something, no, someone was showing him love. To him, this wasn’t a clay piece, to him, it was like a child. He hugged the dog and cried, but it was happy tears.
All night and day he would play with these animals. No one seemed to notice or care. They ignored him, just like they always did. They didn’t know that he was talking and playing with these creatures, creatures that he had made. Everyday, he talked with them, played with them, cared for them, and loved them. He gave them every inch of his heart, only this time, unlike the other times, they cared for him too. Days went on, soon months had gone by. Nothing had changed; he still showed them great love.
One day though, something happened. Something he’d never expect. Some of his creations, no, his children, began to ignore him. Not all of them, but a few of them did. He began to panic. He tried talking with them, but they ignored him. He tried making them things with clay, like, gifts, food, anything. They took it, and just continued to ignore him, just like the people of the town. Tears bubbled up in his eyes, the puppy curled in his lap, not ignoring him. He held the puppy, remembering him.
Days went on. The creatures that ignored him began doing cruel things. They began doing corrupt things. The same children, who had once loved him, then ignored him, those same ones, then began to do mean things to the ones who still loved their maker, their creator-the homeless boy. They began doing such cruel things; the animals that loved him began to get scared. They ran to the boy crying and told him what had happened. When he heard this, he wasn’t angry, he was sad. He came to the creatures to see what was going on, but they ignored him. A few even said they hated him. One of the creatures said he didn’t even make them. Then others denied that he was even there.
It went on like this for what seemed like years, to the boy. It had only been days. His children had been split. Half loved them, few hated him, and others denied him. He still loved them, still would try his best to get them to love him back, but it was no use. He didn’t forget though, he continued to love and show happiness to the puppy and the others that loved him back.
One night the puppy came to his dad and was confused. The boy asked what was wrong. The puppy told the homeless boy that he didn’t think he was created by the boy. He told him that things just didn’t seem real. He then said that he thought the homeless boy maybe had bad intentions from the start. Another one of the boy’s children came in crying. It was the cat. The cat began crying to the dog asking him how he could think this. He began to say that the boy was good, that it was the animals that had gone bad. The puppy looked at the homeless boy and wanted to believe it, but he just kept thinking the same thing. Those animals have gone terrible, there are too many bad things, our maker can’t be good, and maybe he doesn’t even exist. The dog then began to tell the boy that instead of making them, the puppy believed that the boy just found them and claimed he maid them. Then, the dog left. The boy screamed, fell to his knees and begged. “Please don’t go!” The puppy turned and bowed his head, apologized, then left. The boy cried and cried. He hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t his fault that the animals had done this. He made them, wanted them to be happy, and they chose to do bad things. Since they made that decision, he was now taking the blame for it? He was now the one at fault?
Days went on and on, he still remembered the cat and all the other animals that loved him. He loved them back. He still remembered the ones that didn’t love him, the ones that ignored him, he loved them in return. He never stopped loving any of them. He loved the dog still, and missed him every single day. He pleaded and begged that one day the dog would come back.
It was Christmas again. The boy awoke to his animals. He began to play with the ones that loved him, and he loved and tried to play with the ones that didn’t love him. The boy looked up and saw the puppy dog in the alleyway. The puppy saw the boy, but just continued to cross the street. A car was coming. The boy saw the car, but the dog didn’t. In moment, the boy was running to the dog. The next, he was lying on the ground, bleeding out. The puppy cried. The boy had sacrificed himself for the dog. The boy smiled up at the dog and whispered “I love you.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:43 am
love, denie, hate.
He gave himself for us.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:43 pm
Yes he did ^^
what exactly does your comment mean though? sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 2:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 10:49 pm
ahhh, haha i'm glad xd 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 8:46 pm
~Wow. That's really deep, and touching.
I'm really astonished that you wrote that. At first I wanted to think, 'where on earth did she find inspiration to write something so sweet'
But before I even finished the thought, I remembered.
^_^ God must've given it to you.~
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Salty the Rockstar Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 9:12 pm
That was a beautiful story.
I felt like crying, but in a happy way.
He did love us enough to sacrifice Himself for our lives.
^_^
Thanks for posting this! I really hope your friend finds it as inspiring as we all did.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:31 am
wow that story is really good I loved it heart
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 1:24 am
That's a cute story.
Though I don't get how no one could see him..there's always someone who is there...Unless you are comparing the boy to God...which seems to be that way XDD
In that case...I thought it was neat.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 4:39 pm
Yes, the boy is supost to be God. ^_^ And thank you guys ^_^ thats so sweet of all of you! heart
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