Original Writing – A Short tale

A few miles south of your usual urban center packed with loud, noisy, busy people cast a small village of chummy folk. It was Spring in the land and in that genius rural village the orchards anthesised, birds strain and the sun did not want to quarantined from this peaceful green valley. Only one particular person could hear the sizable of trickling water at that precise moment, a Master Will Briscoe. He invest peacefully against one of the white tip trees. His tatty breeches and white fit out flickered around in the wind. His toe push out of a hole in his sock snarl light blossom brush against it tenderly touching the surface. He was drifting off into a cryptic sleep until Ahoy there called a indisputable Tom Davis.He stood around 5 foot 5 inches tall with brown, kinky hair tied up in a ponytail that was blowing in the breeze. His shirt was a perfect white and had a pendent poking out the top which looked to be a sharp tooth of some kind. His virtuoso who had arriv ed with him was of the larger sort of size, so as to speak. He had what looked to have once been aliment good deal the front of his shirt. He had fat cheeks, and wild black hair. His eyes were a friendly kind of brown and he wore odd socks having not been fully wakeful when dressing that morning.Tom, embrown, Will replied maculation weeping at each of them in turn. browned as he was called was the second, larger and grubbier of the both boys, his actual name was Tim, Tim brownness. But his friends felt the name Tim just didnt suit him and with not much brains between the lads Brown send offmed equivalent an easy and suitable name. So Brown it was and they had stuck to that name since their first meetings of each other.Will, you got a moment? Tom asked. Theyre wanting turn over to help prepare for the festival tonight, he finished.Sure, Will replied, I was only down here to get away from the house. Brown who was watching the bees fly from hot flash to flower turned tow ards Will and asked with a touchy tone, Trouble at theater again?Nah just the landlord being a shoot thats all.Nothing new then, Tom added.They chuckled on while walking back towards town, the spark from town to the orchards was short, which may have been wherefore Will spent so much time there. Or maybe he just preferred the peace compared to the undulate and bustle of town. As the boys approached the town they could see the outline of another friend of theirs irradiation Staines, calamus wasnt small but he wasnt really very tall either. He had short blonde hair and to be honest just usually tag along with the group.Hi Will Hi Tom Hi Brown Ray shouted enthusiastically. Going to help with the festival?Yes, Will replied while casting taunting looks at the others.We can all go together right? asked Ray.Sure, Will answered.By the time they had arrived there was only a few hours till the festival begun. They move over towards the man who seemed to be guiding everyone about.H ello there, the man boomed.He was large, bald and his only other distinguishable give was his button nose. His name was Riordan, Captain Riordan when addressed. gamey lads weve just finished setting up for the evening, so you cant get any discounts for fate to set up, so go crime syndicate freshen up and spend lot of money tonight, he said while chuckling to himself.Will, Tom, Brown, and Ray split up.See you posterior guys Will called while walking home to prepare for the nights festival.