“That’s alright, I think I’ve got an extra one.”
“Mr. Newman, are we almost there? I’m getting tired.”
“No, we’re not almost there. How are you guys going to play
manhunt if you can’t climb a little mountain?”
“This isn’t little. It’s huge.”
“Well, wait until you see the one we’re going to climb
tomorrow.”
Even as they spoke, however, the switchback they were ascending
emerged from out of the trees, unfolding a broad view of the valley
below.
“Wow, look how far we climbed already! Is that the truck down
there?
“It sure looks like it,” said Newman.
“Wow, it’s so small. Wouldn’t you love to be a bird and go
flying off this cliff?”
“Hang-gliding! Let’s do it.”
“My cousin does it. He says it’s neat.”
“Can we do hang-gliding next time, Mr. Newman?”
“I’m not so sure. I don’t know much about it.” In fact, Newman
knew several people who had broken multiple bones hang-gliding and
was not eager to introduce them to it. “Well, we don’t have far to
go, guys. Our campsite is right up ahead.”
They climbed some more until finally the junipers opened into a
clearing where the pine needles lay soft and even as a rug. In the
middle was an ancient stone fire ring surrounded by a circle of
ground so smooth and symmetrical, so ripe for ceremony, that he
wouldn’t have been surprised to see elves dancing on it.
“Is this where we’re gonna sleep?”
Purp| 9.18.12 @ 11:07AM
What a waste of space.
Bob Grant| 9.18.12 @ 8:01PM
What a concise, succinct description of your post.
Pelleas| 9.18.12 @ 12:35PM
This "novel" ranks in the same class as "The Innocence of Mohammed", in its "OY-VEY, THIS CAN"T be for real" awfulness ( just in pure writing...if nothing else..)
It is almost so horrendous , it trancends the "so BAD , it's hilariously "good" classification...
Conservative Bob| 9.18.12 @ 6:36PM
Mr. Tucker please pay no attention to the vile festering puss sacks above. They have accomplished and created nothing in their miserable joyless lives. They are envious of all that they see yet unwilling to extend the effort to achieve or acquire. They occupy dank musty space in their mother’s basement and rail at the word in their jealousy and envy, spending their hours hiding behind their key boards and pretend that their life has meaning. Since they have no skill or ambition and can make no tangible contribution they attack others in the mistaken belief that in tearing someone else down they gain significance.
I enjoyed this snippet of your novel and look forward to reading the rest.
Tafuna| 9.18.12 @ 6:56PM
I'm not sure why your two hecklers are so upset with your story thus far. After all it describes the liberal utopian world that they are striving for.
Great so far-- anxious to see the new installment. Reminds me of how Dickens released his novels during the 19th century.
Bob Grant| 9.18.12 @ 7:58PM
It's an enjoyable read but I'll ask this question again:
Will we have a country in 2065?
The dystopia begins in a scant couple of years, not decades.
mike 3/505| 9.18.12 @ 9:58PM
"The dystopia begins in a scant couple of years, not decades."
Why do you think Mr. Tucker is writing this novel today? If he waits too long, he won't be allowed to.