Story Telling

Story about gramps

Shhh, shhhh, grandpa is about to start his story; somehow it strangles your attention forcing you to witness its visions. One sentence, one scene and yet a picture is worth a thousand words, a scene more like ten million. Still sitting Indian style, with both of my hands placed firmly on my cheeks. Hearing a snap crackle and pop from the fireplace that’s giving off such a soothing heat. The faint sound of creaking coming from his rocking chair and a story that travels deeper and deeper, down the forgotten trail and alongside one eyed Willy's creek. My hands had slipped off my cheek and I fell forward. Trying to be humble trying to be meek, I picked myself up and carefully retook my seat. What happened in the story next I have yet to know. Grandpa’s chair had stopped rocking and he was sound asleep. Maybe next time I’ll know what happens when the boy crosses the creek, I’ll imagine I’m him as I walk swiftly across the street. Using my imagination to convey what is going on around me as if someone was drawing my life in resemblance to the Rugrats cartoon. Let’s just say that same day I took a journey trek to the moon. Little did I know, I had only crept up to my room to go peacefully asleep, until the following day’s noon. 

Reviews

[TLK]

A few typos that would improve readability if changed: "willys", "feel forward".

I personally found "strangles your attention forcing you to witness" to be more reminiscent of a tragic tale, rather than a story-telling. I'd think of it as a gentler experience.

By the end, you have a clear rhyme scheme and I wonder if this would better suit being formatted as a poem.

[Pensoul]

Thank you for your feedback, it is truly appreciated.
I fixed the typos but i'm not quite sure how i could format this as a poem.