Two Men With The Same Knowlegde

Fiction By Alecia // 5/17/2009

Once there were two boys. Born on the same day, almost at the same time. Neither of the parents new of the other's birth.

Both boy's fathers were wood workers, and couldn't wait to teach their sons. They had great expectations of their sons.

The boys grew up as happy little boys. When finally able to begin their father's trade, they loved it! Neither had any idea it could be so satisfying. Seeing a block of wood turn into something beautiful, gave them both great pleasure. Both of them soon became master in the trade, and both fathers were very proud.

Soon the first boy thought he was ready to leave; go out on his own; support himself. After talking to his parents about his plans, they gave him a small amount of money to start life on his own and his trade. At first he did well, his buisness was thriving, and he was having no trouble. But after a short time he began having debts and they increased steadily. The people of the town, soon began to doubt he would have their orders done, and stopped coming to him. He became an outcast. Losing his life of, 'freedom".

The other boy was reluctant to leave. He said he felt himself not ready. It was for this very reason his parents believed he was. They gave him a small amount of money to start his buisness, some words of advice, and sent out to find a way of life.

He left his parents slightly scared unsure of what lay ahead of him. After traveling for a few days, he found a town he thought would suit his line of work. He found a place for his shop, and began his work. He unlike the other, did not run up debts, nor did he lose the town people's faith.

Soon people began to call him "rich" or "well-off". And though these things were true, the boy now a man did not stop his work.

The first boy went back to his parents. he lived with them until they died. Upon their death he found another relations who would take pity on him. He began running up their debts, and making public disgrace of them.

They other man's parents came to live with him, as their health was failing. They lived with their properous son until their deaths.

The first boy lived a lonesome life, with noone to call a friend. He died loved by noone, and was only remembered by his debters.

The man lived a beautiful life. When he died many came to mourn him, and he was remembered with respect.

These two men had the same knowledge, but used it quite differently.

Comments

Hm...

I think the idea has potential, but maybe you should provide better detail. Also, your paragraphs break up at strang points.
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The Word is alive/and it cuts like a sword through the darkness
With a message of life to the hopeless/and afraid...

~"The Word is Alive' by Casting Crowns

May my words be a light that guides others to the True Light and Word.

Julie | Sun, 05/17/2009

Formerly Kestrel

Thank you. I wrote this a

Thank you. I wrote this a little while ago, and just copied and pasted it without reading it over, ( a very bad habbit of mine). So that explains the paragraphs and the details.

"Welcome to the land of little orange fruit." The Brit-some comment somewhere, welcoming someone.

Alecia | Sun, 05/17/2009

It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister

:D

Very good!
I <3 your new picture, deary :) lol
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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Ariel | Wed, 06/03/2009

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Oh thank you dearest thank

Oh thank you dearest thank you. You're too kind.

"Story, fiction, work of non-truth." Me talking to The Brit.

Alecia | Wed, 06/03/2009

It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister

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