I just wanted to post this short story I wrote a year ago. I am not positive about the title, so far it's called Pursuit of Light, but that is subjected to change. If you find any errors or have any advise pleases tell me. Now, here it is . . .
It was dark beneath the trees, the thick foliage obscured the light that otherwise would have filled the dark recesses of the woods. The only trace of light you could see down there under the trees was a lighter shade of green in the canopy above you. At one giant tree especially you could almost imagine that there was a ray of light at the top. At the base of the mighty tree stood a little girl who's clause looked shabby and dark in the gloomy half twilight. The little girl stood looking up at the lowest limb, and mentally fingering the best way to get up to it. Finally, taking a few steps back, she took a small rope from her shoulder and tying a big knot in one end, took another step back and tossed the knotted end over the first branch. Getting a firm grip on both ends of the rope, the little girl began to clime the tree. The base of the old tree was wide and easy to wake up and the first branch was low on the truck, so the girl had little trouble getting up to it. As the girl poled her self onto the large branch the wind suddenly rose in the tree tops, and for an instant the branch on which she sat was speckled with dotes of golden sun light. The girl sat there gazing up at the shifting rays of bright sun light shooting down through the dense gloom of the forest. Then they were gone, the wind died down and the forest was as dark and gloomy as it had been before. But for the girl it was more so, she had caught a glimpse of the light and now the forest was darker and the atmosphere was closer then it had been a minute ago. After the last rays disappeared, the girl looked hurriedly around for the next branch on her way up. But it was more difficult to find a way up this time, the trunk of the tree went straight up from were she sat and the second branch was much higher then the first had been when she was on the ground. The little girl tried to through the noted end of her rope over the second branch like she had done with the first. But while she was sitting astride the limb with her feet braised against the trunk if the tree to steady her self, she could not get the momentum she needed for her rope to clear the branch above her. Slowly and cautiously the girl polled her feet up underneath her. Then just as slowly and cautiously she stood up, holding tight to the truck of the tree to keep from falling. After a few minutes she got up enough courage to try another through at the second branch. So, balancing gingerly on the branch, with one hand on the truck, she tossed the rope over the branch. But unfortunately her rope was not long enough, and though the knotted end made it over the branch, she could not reach it, and she could see that even if she through the rope again she could not have made it reach. So absorbed was she, trying to figure another way up that she did not notes the young man standing under her branch, watching her. He was tall and though he wasn't hansom, he had a nice face that always looked ready to smile. Seeing that the girl wanted to get higher but couldn't because her rope was to short. He called up to her, offering to help, he had a larger rope then the one she had and he would be happy to give her his. The little girl was delighted, now she would be able to get all the way to the top. After she had failed to get to the second branch, she had been afraid that she would be stuck on the first branch, with out a chance of getting higher. The young man took his rope from his shoulder, and reaching back, tossed the coil up to the girl. She caught it easily and immediately unwound it and repeated the same proses she had just tried. This time the rope was long enough, it settled over the limb easily. Then grabbing both ends, she called her thanks down to the young man on the ground and started up again.
The shabby, dirty little girl climbed higher and higher. Several times she was almost forced to give up, but she purity on. Meany times she narrowly mist falling, but she saved her self by clutching to the rope. Finally she came to the top,she scrambled up the last branch, and pushed aside the leaves. The light pored down, covering the little girl in worm golden light, in that light every thing changed, the branch she was sitting on, which at first had looked dull and uninteresting; now shown rich golden brown, every crack and crevice was reviled every inch worm and ant was clear to see. The little girl's clause, which had before looked dirty and shabby now were shining, white and gold. The girl sat bathing in the worm golden rays, completely happy, she had reached the light at last.
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