DWP- "Through A Childs Eyes"

[Thunderring]

Last night while my family was doing devotions I was struck with a thought.
What do children see before they're taought that magic doesn't really exist?
What do they know that we forget as we grow older?
So here's the task. Write a story about a child and the things they see and know that we forgot ohh so long ago.
The time limit for this one is going to be fairly long as I want to give everyone enough time to acctually think about it and get some ideas. So try to stop after half an hour (30 min). Be interesting to see what all of you come up with.

 

[Thunderring]

"Looking through Emma's eyes"

There she sat smiling up at him, happy and content. Her family thought that she was watching the fan go round and round, but she was really looking at him. Her gardian. Her winged one.
As far as she knew everyone had a winged one to watch over them and help them, but not everyone knew about their winged one, their garudian. Her family knew about them, in fact the winged ones said that some people, including one of her aunts, could still see them.
Oh not like she could, but they knew the winged ones where there.
"Eat your food little one," her gaurdian said sturnly.
"I am," she insested still smiling.
"No you're not. You are curretnly trying to make my robe sticky with the syrup you have all over your finguers."
"So? It wont work. Winged ones don't get sticky clothes from syrup...at least not done here. You have to be with the creator in order to get sticky clothes or fingures or anything like that."
"True," he admitted. "However, you still need to eat. It is almost time for your morning nap."
As if in agreement she gave a large yawn and rubbed one of her eyes.
"But I don't want to go take a nap I want to play with the kitties and the doggy."
"After your nap."
"But-"
"After your nap, when you're not cranky."
She yawned once more.
"Ok. Will you sing to me?"
"When you've been laid down for your nap."
"All right."
And he did indeed sing for her. In a pure and truly beautiful voice he sang to her of the creator, the maker, the Lamb of God. Slowly she drifted off all the while wondering if her family could hear the beautiful sounds of the winged one worshiping, and all ready moarning the day when she would no longer be able to hear it for her self.

 

[Barrenlimb]

"Looking through Emma's eyes"

There she sat smiling up at him, happy and content. Her family thought that she was watching the fan go round and round, but she was really looking at him. Her gardian. Her winged one.
As far as she knew everyone had a winged one to watch over them and help them, but not everyone knew about their winged one, their garudian. Her family knew about them, in fact the winged ones said that some people, including one of her aunts, could still see them.
Oh not like she could, but they knew the winged ones where there.
"Eat your food little one," her gaurdian said sturnly.
"I am," she insested still smiling.
"No you're not. You are curretnly trying to make my robe sticky with the syrup you have all over your finguers."
"So? It wont work. Winged ones don't get sticky clothes from syrup...at least not done here. You have to be with the creator in order to get sticky clothes or fingures or anything like that."
"True," he admitted. "However, you still need to eat. It is almost time for your morning nap."
As if in agreement she gave a large yawn and rubbed one of her eyes.
"But I don't want to go take a nap I want to play with the kitties and the doggy."
"After your nap."
"But-"
"After your nap, when you're not cranky."
She yawned once more.
"Ok. Will you sing to me?"
"When you've been laid down for your nap."
"All right."
And he did indeed sing for her. In a pure and truly beautiful voice he sang to her of the creator, the maker, the Lamb of God. Slowly she drifted off all the while wondering if her family could hear the beautiful sounds of the winged one worshiping, and all ready moarning the day when she would no longer be able to hear it for her self.

Nice. I wondered that the other day as I have a 4 week old baby. I was looking at him and he looking around. I said through a hushed voice. What do you see?

 

[Barrenlimb]

Here is mine.


It was a cold night in November, 3 days before Thanksgiving, when the proud couple had their first child. A big 9 lb. 3 oz baby boy with dark hair. Thanksgiving had come early and they were so thankful of the gift that God had given. One that Stuart new he didn't deserve. Stuart was an alchoholic. His father was a drunk and his father's father was a drunk as well. It scared him to death. The temptation always punishing him for what he was...and what he continued to do in hiding. His wife thought he was clean for 8 months now, but what she didn't know about was the whiskey hidden away in the bottom drawer of his desk at work. A cubicle job that made him want to blow his brains out. Alone all day working through statistical documents...searching for trends in consumer purchases. Trying to predict the next big trend for investors. Mundane? Absolutely.
He stood stairing into the big sky through his window. The moon and stars were gleaming high above denver. It seems that you are closer to heaven there they say. He didn't feel that close. His thoughts of inadequacy were soon interupted by the new baby crying in the room adjacent to their bedroom. Stuart told his wife that he would handle it and she quickly went back to sleep as he scurried to the next room with a bottle of warm milk in hand. The baby embraced the warmth of Stuarts arms and quickly nudged against his stomach and open his eyes up. Stuart couldn't get past the miracle of these new babies. How they are so fragile, but at the same time their innocence so piercing. Tears rolled down his eyes as he peered at his baby boy. Would he be break the cycle that was in his family? Or would he be wreckless with this little childs life. Would he yell profanity and disgust at his child someday likes his father and his fathers father did or would he be different? Stuart looked down again at his baby and leaned close as he knew that the new baby's vision couldn't see very far. The baby looked back into Stuart's eyes and without words spoke saying "Daddy, I was delivered to this earth as a package for your healing. You are entrusted with me as heavens package and they believe you can be trusted. You aren't who they say you are. You aren't who your father was. You are who your real dad said you were.
Stuart cried that night as he felt that something beyond himself was at work. Something that only a childs eyes could speak. The next day, Stuart went in to his mundane office opened the bottom drawer and reached down for the flask of whiskey. His hand trembling, he reached toward the trash can, but hesitated. His hesitation would cost him 3 more years before he finally put down the bottle.

 

[Thunderring]

very well done.
Not what I was expecting, but very good just the same. To bad we can't get any one else to do this with us. It would be interesting to see what others think of.

 

[Barrenlimb]

very well done.
Not what I was expecting, but very good just the same. To bad we can't get any one else to do this with us. It would be interesting to see what others think of.

You talking about the end of the story? Wanted the reader to be caught off guard at the end. Like them letting down there guard about how its going to end and catch them if that makes sense...if that isn't what your talking about, hopefully the story lined up with your topic well enough.. I think its about time for a new topic, though im heading to bed