4 Responses to “Webby Tips for Writers #15: Writing is Good for You”

1. E. Cluff Elliott
   October 19th, 2010 @ 12:09 am

   “Have I ever told you about the great kite in the sky, son?”

   “Only about a million times, dad. But you can tell the story again if you want. I like hearing about Moyrain.”

   “Oh, so you remember her name, do you?”

   “A million times, dad.”

   “Ok, ok, I got it. Excuse me for living.”

   “We’ve already had this conversation; there is no excuse for you, dad. So, you going to tell the story, or am I going to have to start it for you?”

   “Big mouth for such a young boy. See if you get ice cream again after this. Where’d you learn all sarcasms at anyways, school? Never taught me that kind of stuff in school. We were disruptive enough to know all the Johnny Deeper jokes, but that’s about it.”

   “Who’s Johnny Deeper?”

   “Some other time, kid, you want the story or not?”

   “A million times.”

   “Ok, so, there was once a young boy named Joshua. He lived in the countryside village of Therishold and his favorite thing to do was fly his kite. Or as he like to put it, Free Moyrain. So everyday, at the same time, Joshua set out with his kite, Moyrain, and set her free among the clouds.”

   “Tell me what the kite looked like again, please dad.”

   “Did you forget?”

   “No, but I like that way you describe it.”

   “More big words…ok, I’ll tell you. Moyrain, aside from loving her daily flights, was the most coveted object in Therishold. The only problem was that no one had a cold enough heart to steal her away from Joshua. His innocence kept him safe, and in that beauty of the unblemished, kept Moyrain young and precious. Her color, livened from the beginning, shimmered and sparkled the more Joshua grew to love his prize. Her yellows glowed with the heat of the sun shining through. Her blues and reds cooled and blazoned with intensity rarely seen in such brilliant hues. But what held the eye with pure fascination and child-like amusement was not the color adorning Moyrain, but her trains. They seemed to spell out happiness for Joshua and any others that might happen in sight of the flying grace. Twisting and waving in such delicate ways it was impossible to think of Moyrain as anything less then a goddess.”

   “Ok, now, tell me what happens to her.”

   “Hold your horses, I’m getting there. Since when did you become so impatient?”

   “Sorry…PLEASE!”

   “Ok, you got me. Well, one day, while Joshua was Freeing Moyrain, a traveler happened to cross the boy’s path. The traveler asked the boy if he would let him fly his kite for a few minutes and the boy was quick to agree. What else do little boys want but acceptance from their elders? The traveler, with the kite string firm in one hand, brought out a knife with the other and cut the string. The boy cried out and lunged for the end of the string but it was too late. Moyrain flew higher and higher into the sky, eventually gliding up and out of sight. The boy asked the man why he’d done such a thing, and waited for the mans response. The man told him: If you truly love something, let it go. If it’s meant to rest with you for time and eternity, it will come back. If such beauty is so precious to you, why not share? Let those with love see your love and return it. The boy did not speak, but pondered. To this day he ponders and waits for the return of his beloved kite, Moyrain.”

2. bridgid
   October 19th, 2010 @ 11:46 am

   Cluff! I love the tale of Moyrain. It’s beautiful. Thank you for participating!

3. Janel
   October 19th, 2010 @ 6:59 pm

   The little girl giggled and pointed at the kite, “Look, mama! Isn’t it beautiful?”

   “Yes, it is honey.” Sheila took her daughter’s hand and led her down the sidewalk, away from the kite.

   “Can I get one like that?”

   “I’m afraid not.”

   “Why?”

   “We don’t have the money to buy it right now.” Sheila pulled the lining of her jean pockets out, making floppy, white wings on her hips.

   The little girl frowned, “How come?”

   “Because your lying, cheating daddy ran off with Aunt Melissa.”

4. bridgid
   October 22nd, 2010 @ 12:12 pm

   You’re on fire, Janel! Thanks for adding your response.

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