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A Boy Who Spoke the First Magic-Word97-2000-Xp-docfile

A Boy Who Spoke the First Magic-Word97-2000-Xp-docfile

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Published by Vinh Nguyen
This is a work in progress. It's a fictional, part science fiction and fantasy story about a boy who spoke the first magic in the realm of humans.
This is a work in progress. It's a fictional, part science fiction and fantasy story about a boy who spoke the first magic in the realm of humans.

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Published by: Vinh Nguyen on Sep 08, 2011
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Written by Vinh NguyenCopyright by Vinh NguyenAugust 9th, 2010 and continue...(The story may change as it's only a work in progress)Chapter One (Spoken of the truths!)“The next story is about a boy who spoke the first magic ever. Magics were shown onTV and movie theaters, but they were just the figments of imagination. Humans had thecapability of imagining endless things. Things they were imagined, some had beenproven real, and those were the works of sweats. Thanked to the imaginations, theseeds sowed into humans led to untold ambitions that conjured numerous wonders.Wonders were pyramids, great wall, cars, jets, space rockets, sciences of chemistry,sciences of healing, and you named it.“It certainly would be a dishonesty to tell you all my little silly ones that we humans hadconjured and conquered everything we had ever imagined of! It was not even close.Till this day, my words had always been true that numerous figments of imagination hadvery much stayed that way. We were lucky as we blindly stumbled onto unknownwoods that helped us conjured some figments of imagination into the truths. The truthsof reality.“The question had been asked for ages, why us humans so prevailed in seeking truths?We knew that little truths could come out from the figments of imagination that ran wild!Sometimes, we had to take a leap of faith before a single truth spoke on the mouth of atruth seeker! Before a truth could be applied in any age, humankind had sacrificedyears of sweat, heartaches beyond one's imagination, and facing the truth of countlessfailures to bring a single truth to light. My little silly ones, why have we prevailed?”“I know!” a pale young girl who had been sick for years, but she had gained her health just this year. She sat there listened to an old man in his late sixties who told a storythat they haven’t yet heard. Nonetheless, she had no doubt that the old man would tellanother amazing story as he had always done before. Even if the story would notenchant her, she felt at peace anyway. She felt happy just to sit in this small neck of arecreational wooded park where a really beautiful long jogging trail weaved it waysaround the upper hill of the park. The jogging trail would be adorned by thick woods onboth sides. Somewhere within the thick woods, birds would chirp their somewhatsimple but beyond human comprehension symphony. The visitors on the jogging trailwould just walk, and they enjoyed the music of the birds. For the pale young girl, it wasmore than just the birds and the trees that made she felt peaceful. Being in the woodmeant a change of scenery for her. She had been inside the hospital for too long, andthe walls of hospital began to cave in whenever she stared at them for sometimes. Thenature had begged her today, she thought! I know she said, she raised her hand andhoped the old man would pick her. Many hands were up just as fast as she had raisedher.
“Ah, Arlene, what is your answer my dear?” the old man picked Arlene among the sillyones.“I think the truth can free us. It takes imagination for some of us to be creative enoughso we can eventually attain truth, I guess. For me personally, the truth would be whatwill come after my stay within your hospital, but I’ll never know what the truth will holdfor me.”“Your answer is truly a worthy one my dear. In fact, I’ve never knew we had a youngphilosopher within our hospital,” laughed the old man.“I just spoke my mind,” Arlene replied.“So, Arlene’s words hold merit about the truth. Nonetheless, the truth can be a lot morethan just what Arlene had described. Anyone else can give me a little more about thetruth?” the old man’s eyes scanned the children.Some more hands raised, but the old man ignored them all. Instead, he pointed hisindex finger at a shy boy who sat next to Arlene whose hands did not raised. The oldman had noticed the boy often wandered the hospital’s hallways with Arlene. In fact,the old man felt a strange attachment Charlie had for Arlene. The old man also noticedCharlie often refrained from participating group conversation or even conversed withanyone else besides Arlene.“I, I don't know, let see...” as he tried to answer, his voice was barely heard.“Come on Charlie, tell him what you're thinking!” Arlene pushed for Charlie to speak.Charlie looked at Arlene in the eyes for a moment. As if Arlene had a magic thatinstalled a confidence inside Charlie, his eyes grew wider, and he spoke with a loudervoice than before.“The truth can free us as Arlene had said, but the truth can also hurt us!” Charlie saidwith absolute confidence.“Exactly Charlie! You're a philosopher too! Just like Arlene, your answer is veryinteresting. Now my silly ones, the truths are hard to come by. When you want a truth,it is as far as the stars in the black sky. We have to be very careful of what truth we’reseeking for, because some truth might do us harm. The answer to our question 'Whyhave we prevailed?' is at the end of the story! Shall I begin our story silly ones?”The children all said yes. The ground was somewhat grassy, and the children sat on athick rug that the old man had gotten from the hospital. The children loved the old man,he was their best doctor. They all called him doctor Kumlar.
Doctor Kumlar compelled to take a group of children to this recreational park, becausehe thought the children needed some fresh air. The hospital had a female nurse and amale nurse accompanied doctor Kumlar. The nurses kept a distance from the childrenas they smoked their cigarettes and chatted among themselves. The children werehypnotized by doctor Kumlar's story telling talent.Arlene could not wait for the old man to begin his story. Stories had always soundedbetter within nature for some reasons, Arlene thought. Especially within this small neckof wood, Arlene imagined as if she had turned back time. The wood brought nature toher, and she could feel it inside her bones. She loved to imagine this small neck ofwood as an ancient forest, because anything resembled fairytale or an unknown andmysterious past would definitely stir her a lot more than somethings she had alreadyfamiliarized with.Suddenly, thunders roared, the children looked up at the darker sky that was clear amoment ago. Large dark clouds seemed far away, but the monster clouds obviouslyloomed closer.“It's going to rain my silly ones. We must end our story here. Let head back to thehospital. We will continue our little adventure in the wood again tomorrow,” doctorKumlar begged the children to leave the wood. He rolled the rug up into a sizable roll.The roll of rug lay on the ground as doctor Kumlar and the children headed for the vansthat parked right outside the wood. On the way out of the wood, doctor Kumlar and thechildren passed the nurses, and he told them to get the rug as he had not carried therug out.Chapter Two (Where are we?)Arlene slept soundly in the hospital bed. She was no longer hooked up to machinesthat were there for measuring her heart. Arlene could not understand why her heart hadtroubled. She knew that whenever it was in trouble, she fainted, and woke up to findherself hooked up to numerous equipments. The doctors at the hospital told her motherthat she had a bad heart, a rare form of heart disease which could be passed onthrough genes. The doctors said Arlene had inherited the disease from her mother.The disease was a rare one even though the hospital was well equipped withtechnology and science, Arlene was sure to die. Unbeknownst to all, as if there was amiracle, Arlene's heart had strengthened gradually. Her heart disease had slowlyretreated. She had not been hooked up to the machines for weeks. Her mother toldher that she could leave the hospital within a month or two as soon as the doctors weresure about her remission.“Arlene, wake up! Wake up Arlene!” Charlie screamed!“Huh? Charlie, what, oh my God, where are we?” Arlene looked around and all therewere but trees and Charlie.

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