I Don't Want to Become an Adult

A Story by lady pilot

One day I stated I shall go to the place only I and the animals know. This place is tucked in between drizzly dreams and rock reality. And there I paint. I paint of knights and trees and clocks ticking away. One time I painted a friend, she is not real though and I tell her so. Unfortunately my friend did not like being part of the drizzly dreams.

“Please creator, make me real!” She did ask. I nodded and fashioned a body for her out of clay from the creek. She was pleased until she dried out and could not move.

“Please creator, make me walk and run and dance!” she asked. I nodded and fashioned a wood body for her. She was pleased until she tried to eat and drink.

“Please creator, I wish to be as weak and as strong as humans!” she requested. I nodded and made a stone skeleton and fashioned all of her flesh from rubber. She was pleased, and so was I. but I grew tired and told her I had to go leave to sleep.

“Please creator, can I come with you?” she asked.

“No friend, you cannot follow me into the real world. You are but a dream.” I answered. I left her there and left. When I was in the real world I found myself aging. The place where I had once played faded and so did my drizzly friend. I married and had kids. My kid showed me how to visit that place again so I did. What I found was a burnt forest. When I looked for the place where me and my friend used to play I found it, I also found my friend. She lay on the ground withered and dry. She had died, at the hand of my adulthood.

© 2013 lady pilot

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Gemma :)

This is very creative! I like how she found the place, with her child's help, but then her friend had died, that was sad. I hope my imagination stays, forever and ever. Over all, a great read! Really love this story, great job!!

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

im glad you liked it, and although i haven't LOST my imagination, i sometimes find it hard to play b.. read more

10 Years Ago

Haha, that's normal :)

Coyote Poetry

The story was very good. I like way you led the reader into the mind of a child. Took the reader on good adventures. I like the description of growing up and leaving childhood memories behind. It was a sad ending. When we realize we lost the gift of imagination and dream with old age. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote