VELET
A short story of 1228 words. Writing the story was inspired by a photo from the AI Instagram account of photos generated by artificial intelligence (aiartvisuals).
Beginning of the story:
"The giants rarely bothered the villagers.
Sometimes they would come to the cave and ask to throw stones, with which the rockfall had almost blocked the only passage in the mountains: heavy rains eroded the mountain rock, stone depths collapsed from steep peaks and blocked the narrow, cliff-enclosed road in various places. And someone bolder would ask to carry them to the cliff above the lake and throw them into the water, so that the lake would not dry up in the hot season. The giant just waved his hand at the villagers' requests, not even turning towards them. The giant did not speak in human languages, only growled like a beast, but the villagers understood. With a short, calm growl, he indicated that he would fulfill the request, and when he was not in the mood, he could roar angrily, which meant: better go away. Come back later with your requests, not now.
And the next day at dawn, you could already hear him creaking, dragging the stones one by one to the cliff, and feel the earth trembling under his bare feet.
The giant would carry them to the cliff, finish in half a day, and then throw the stone blocks into the lake, laughing. Sometimes he would do this himself, even without the villagers' requests. For some unknown reason, the giant loved throwing stones into the water. Sometimes he got too carried away, he could throw them towards boats, splashing the fishermen in the boat. And when he splashed them, the giant laughed, and his mighty laughter resembled the roar of a prehistoric creature.
— Let him have fun as he pleases, — the fishermen would say. — The main thing is that he doesn't bother the children. And the cattle. And the village."
#creative #Purposeful #fairytales/stories #self-disciplined #editing
Beginning of the story:
"The giants rarely bothered the villagers.
Sometimes they would come to the cave and ask to throw stones, with which the rockfall had almost blocked the only passage in the mountains: heavy rains eroded the mountain rock, stone depths collapsed from steep peaks and blocked the narrow, cliff-enclosed road in various places. And someone bolder would ask to carry them to the cliff above the lake and throw them into the water, so that the lake would not dry up in the hot season. The giant just waved his hand at the villagers' requests, not even turning towards them. The giant did not speak in human languages, only growled like a beast, but the villagers understood. With a short, calm growl, he indicated that he would fulfill the request, and when he was not in the mood, he could roar angrily, which meant: better go away. Come back later with your requests, not now.
And the next day at dawn, you could already hear him creaking, dragging the stones one by one to the cliff, and feel the earth trembling under his bare feet.
The giant would carry them to the cliff, finish in half a day, and then throw the stone blocks into the lake, laughing. Sometimes he would do this himself, even without the villagers' requests. For some unknown reason, the giant loved throwing stones into the water. Sometimes he got too carried away, he could throw them towards boats, splashing the fishermen in the boat. And when he splashed them, the giant laughed, and his mighty laughter resembled the roar of a prehistoric creature.
— Let him have fun as he pleases, — the fishermen would say. — The main thing is that he doesn't bother the children. And the cattle. And the village."
#creative #Purposeful #fairytales/stories #self-disciplined #editing
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