Quiet Strength

Quiet Strength

A Story by Ryan Walker

A wind blew across the land, heading north. The valley howled, sweeping up the green things, already dying. The trees, the grass, the creatures, hungry. The sky up above echoed the land's decent, the fast moving clouds whispered of the storm to come. The Earth was maimed.

But far to the east, there was a man, a simple man in a simple village, however, his walk and gait belied his humble surroundings and shouted defiance at the plagued land. An apple fell not too far from him and with a hurmpf, the man wrapped his cloak around him and strolled towards it. It was splotched, splotched as all living things these days were. But this did not perturb his naturally effervesce spirit; he had faith that the land would heal, that green things would grow again. And with a quiet strength, he dropped the apple, gazing towards the west, hope in his eyes.

© 2013 Ryan Walker



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Really great imagery here. Your voice is strong throughout the piece and really draws the reader in. Only thing would be, in the 6th line, did you mean to put "cloak" instead of "clock"?

Posted 4 Years Ago


Ryan Walker

4 Years Ago

Thank you. And oh my.. haha yes, yes I did mean to say cloak instead of clock. Thanks for pointing t.. read more
I really hope that green things will grow again ... in our world :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


You seem very knowledgable and intelligent, due to the use of your specific terminology. This short story is very moving and has a deep moral. Fantastic.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Added on May 24, 2013
Last Updated on August 20, 2013
Tags: Hope, love, life, passion, endurance, willingness, strength, will, willpower

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Ryan Walker
Ryan Walker

Fort Worth, TX



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A Story by Ryan Walker