Unfinished Tales
Author: Polaris Zark

Chapter 10
Stones of Immortality: The First Stone: Mental Codes

*****When I was about 11, I wanted to write a series of short stories, where people have different powers due to pebbles they find in various places. I was gonna make them into little books which come out every month. This was gonna be the first installment.*****

The First Stone: Mental Codes

Josh was lying on the beach. He was on the pebbles. He had big boots and thick socks instead of no socks and sandals. This is not because it wasn’t a sunny day, in fact, it was the hottest day of the year so far, it’s not because he’d just been hiking, or because he has bad feet, it’s because he hates getting sand in his shoes and on his feet. Josh did, however, have shorts and t-shirt on though.

He looked up at sky, then, almost immediately, covered his eyes from the sun and went back to his original position; looking miserably at the sea.

He couldn’t swim. But all of his family could. He had a life jacket, but when he uses it, people either laugh at him, try to act normal, or talk to him sympathetically and are too careful with him. He had the abilities to swim, he could do proper strokes in the water, but he just sank. He didn’t know why, he just sank like a cannon ball.

He watched miserably as his cousins, and brothers and sisters (which he had a lot of) had splashing fights, saw amazing fish, threw balls at each other and caught the waves on body boards. He sighed and decided to have a walk, and put the worries out of his mind.

As he got up, Josh saw a fat black tabby cat sitting watching him on the pebbles. The cat was very similar to his own. As the cat was 30 metres away, in the direction of the sun, he couldn’t see any of the cat’s unique features, apart from the obesity which was very clearly visible.

Josh thought of his own cat as he walked up to it. Small yellow eyes, flick of white at the end of the tail, black and pale pink nose, white, brown, black, ginger and grey toes and completely light brown, almost yellow, ears.

As Josh got closer, he noticed these features were the same on the cat. For a second he was quite confused.

“Spider-mite!” he called out at the cat, then turned even more confused. What was his cat doing here, on this beach, miles away from home? How?

Questions filled his mind.

He was going to get his family, but they were too far out to hear him from the edge, and having too much fun to see him.

A squirrel walked up to the cat and sat down next to it. It was a very old squirrel. It had a grey coat with a red tail and a cut down its lip. What was a squirrel doing here?

Suddenly, recognition flashed into Josh. Once, about 4 years ago, Josh’s older brother was playing with a plastic pellet gun, and Josh’s older brother hated animals. When Josh’s older brother spotted a squirrel in a tree, he shot it. It hit the squirrel in the face, in the lip. He then shot it again, but this time, missed and hit the tail. The squirrel lost its balance and fell out of the tree onto the ground. He was about to shoot the squirrel again when Josh and his Mum came out. His mum told the brother off, took his gun away and went inside. Josh, however, decided to go and see if the squirrel was alive. When he got there, the squirrel was breathing, but it had a cut lip which was bleeding. Josh touched the squirrel, but it was asleep. Josh ran into the house and grabbed his cat’s carrier, stuffed it with newspaper, grabbed a fiver and went into the garden. He gently lifted the squirrel into the carrier and secured it, ran through the gate and waited for the bus that came every five minutes. It came almost immediately.

“Childs return to... half way to Trafalgar Square please.

“Do you know where exactly?”

“I’m going to the vets.”

“Two quid and thirty pence mate.”

“Cheers.”

At the vets, the secretary asked if he had a license for the squirrel.

“No, but it’s an emergency!” Josh had said, and was rushed into a waiting room. After three or four minutes, the vet came out. He called out for someone called Michael Sampson but Josh interrupted, telling the vet that his was more important at the moment. The vet agreed, and the squirrel was rushed in.

After watching a squirrel being injected, stitched and examined, the vet gave Josh a license to keep the squirrel for one week, and told him to feed the squirrel various fruit and nuts, and crush some pills to sprinkle on them. The vet gave Josh the pills and lectured him on not keeping the squirrel because it’s a wild animal.

Josh got back home and was met by an angry mother who scolded him.

Josh’s family were very excited by the squirrel, but were disappointed when they heard that it would have to be set free after a week. Josh’s whole family wouldn’t talk to the brother who shot the squirrel because of his crime. The brother himself got attached to the squirrel.

The brother thought of himself as the hero, not Josh, because, he said, the squirrel would not be staying in the house if he hadn’t of shot it. They all just metaphorically stuck their middle fingers in Josh’s brother’s face.

Josh decided not to let questions fill his mind. He was clearly having a weird


 

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