Oswald Brigham
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- 3/2032
oswald albert brigham
and in the beginning, there were stories; cut, polished, precious like diamonds,
bestowed like heirlooms. but even the rocks, he told me, have lived to see
tornadoes; even the sand has lived to bear the shore on its back.
there is something true, if you know where to look for it, in every human being;
no man is inherently good or evil, right or wrong, lost or found.
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last updated 03/07/2017
& back to the beginning
</COLOR></SIZE></FONT>and in the beginning, there were stories; cut, polished, precious like diamonds,
bestowed like heirlooms. but even the rocks, he told me, have lived to see
tornadoes; even the sand has lived to bear the shore on its back.
there is something true, if you know where to look for it, in every human being;
no man is inherently good or evil, right or wrong, lost or found.
links & author note
theme && character development
&& aesthetic && relationships
last updated 03/07/2017
& back to the beginning
My dad says life is made of stories, and that you shouldn't ever turn down the opportunity to hear one. I think he's probably right, because he knows a lot more than I do, even though I don't like to admit it.
My dad's been on lots of adventures. Some of them sound a bit tall, like the time he and his best friend Ermolai walked into a dragon's lair with only a bar of soap on a string and came out totally unharmed with their pockets full of gold jewellery, but most of the time I give him the benefit of the doubt. It makes him happy to regale me, and even though I don't always believe the tales, they make me happy, too. I like to think of all the awesome things he's done and imagine myself visiting the same places when I'm as strong and clever as he is.
The stories aren't always happy, though. There's the one about my mum, who was more beautiful than a Bolivian sunset. She died when I was only four. I still ask him to tell me about her, sometimes, because even though it makes me sad, I can't remember very much of her for myself. He says she used to sing me to sleep when I was a baby, and that she had a voice like being wrapped in silk blankets. He uses a lot of metaphors like that - or I think that's what they're called. She had curly, dark brown hair and rosy skin that shone in the sun and she was the kindest, most selfless person my dad knew. My dad knows a lot of people, so I think she must have been really special.
I didn't want to move away from England, but my dad wanted to get away from the bad memories there. I felt like I was leaving my mum behind too and I cried a lot. My dad looks after me, though. He stopped going out on as many adventures after that, and I think that's because he was scared that if something happened to him I wouldn't have anybody left. He set up a shop with Ermolai and started selling all the treasures they collected together. I stole a couple of them because I would have been sad to see them go. The rest I don't mind that much about. Actually, when my dad is in the back of the shop, Ermie and I sometimes help sell some things for him.
Ermie is my best friend and partner in crime. He's Ermolai's son, and he's the same age as me, which means we're going to be going to Hogwarts together. I think I want to be in Hufflepuff, like my dad, but Gryffindor sounds pretty awesome too. I hope Ermie ends up in the same house as me. We've been best friends since we knew how to talk, so it will be kind of weird if we're separated.
I didn't think I would be this scared about school. I'm always playing games where I'm pretending to fight dragons or catch villains, and Hogwarts isn't anywhere near as dangerous as that. I think I'm scared because I've never been away from my dad before. He says he'll write, and I know I'll write back, but he says I'll be having so much fun that I'll forget to. It is going to be pretty cool not having him to boss me around any more, although I bet the professors will be even worse!
<i></i>My dad's been on lots of adventures. Some of them sound a bit tall, like the time he and his best friend Ermolai walked into a dragon's lair with only a bar of soap on a string and came out totally unharmed with their pockets full of gold jewellery, but most of the time I give him the benefit of the doubt. It makes him happy to regale me, and even though I don't always believe the tales, they make me happy, too. I like to think of all the awesome things he's done and imagine myself visiting the same places when I'm as strong and clever as he is.
The stories aren't always happy, though. There's the one about my mum, who was more beautiful than a Bolivian sunset. She died when I was only four. I still ask him to tell me about her, sometimes, because even though it makes me sad, I can't remember very much of her for myself. He says she used to sing me to sleep when I was a baby, and that she had a voice like being wrapped in silk blankets. He uses a lot of metaphors like that - or I think that's what they're called. She had curly, dark brown hair and rosy skin that shone in the sun and she was the kindest, most selfless person my dad knew. My dad knows a lot of people, so I think she must have been really special.
I didn't want to move away from England, but my dad wanted to get away from the bad memories there. I felt like I was leaving my mum behind too and I cried a lot. My dad looks after me, though. He stopped going out on as many adventures after that, and I think that's because he was scared that if something happened to him I wouldn't have anybody left. He set up a shop with Ermolai and started selling all the treasures they collected together. I stole a couple of them because I would have been sad to see them go. The rest I don't mind that much about. Actually, when my dad is in the back of the shop, Ermie and I sometimes help sell some things for him.
Ermie is my best friend and partner in crime. He's Ermolai's son, and he's the same age as me, which means we're going to be going to Hogwarts together. I think I want to be in Hufflepuff, like my dad, but Gryffindor sounds pretty awesome too. I hope Ermie ends up in the same house as me. We've been best friends since we knew how to talk, so it will be kind of weird if we're separated.
I didn't think I would be this scared about school. I'm always playing games where I'm pretending to fight dragons or catch villains, and Hogwarts isn't anywhere near as dangerous as that. I think I'm scared because I've never been away from my dad before. He says he'll write, and I know I'll write back, but he says I'll be having so much fun that I'll forget to. It is going to be pretty cool not having him to boss me around any more, although I bet the professors will be even worse!
Unsorted Roleplays said:
welcome to hogwarts!
The Sorting Ceremony said:
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<SIZE size="100">the wand chooses the wizard
Knotted 14 Inch Sturdy Sycamore Wand with Fwooper Feather Core said:
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