This is my first short story. Also, the short story will have about three chapters. Anyway, here is the first chapter:
Chapter 1: Introduction
In a village lived a young boy and his uncle. The young boy's name was called Wind. His uncle's name was called Air. Anyway, the village was located near a small forest which had no name. The village also had a church and a graveyard. Wind and his uncle Air lived near the forest. Air everyday cut wood for fire and for making pots, and sold wooden pots to people from the village. Wind hanged out with his friend Renee. Anyway, one day while Air was working in the forest early in the morning, he saw a old tree. He decided to go the tree and see if he could use it.
Back to Wind, who was waking up from bed went to eat some food. He went to the kitchen and saw that his uncle already left for work. Wind thought to himself, "Wow, my uncle is already up today. I wonder why he left the house today this early." Wind then went to eat some cereal. Back to Air, who went to the old tree saw it was good to cut. Then, he cut the old tree and went back home. Around noon, Air came back home and then tripped and the old tree fell on his legs. "Ow! Wind are you there? Please help me!"
At this time, Wind was with his friend Renee playing a card game which was near where his uncle was. Wind heard his uncle call him. Wind rushed to his uncle leaving Renee all by herself. "I am coming uncle! What's wrong?!" Air said, "Help me. I tripped while I was carrying this tree and the tree fell on my legs." All of a sudden a wolf came from the forest and attacked his uncle. It seemed that the old tree was part of the wolf's territory. Wind tried to fight the wolf, but it knocked him back and Wind blanked out. His uncle then was killed by the wolf. When Wind came to, saw his uncle dead and started crying. When this happened the sun got brighter.
Two years later:
After two years when his uncle died, Wind was now 17 years old. Wind took after his uncle's job of making wooden pots. One day a man came up to him. Wind said, "Hello, are you interested in any wooden pots." The man then said, "No, I am not Wind. I just came here to talk to you." Wind was amazed that this man knew his name and asked him, "Who are you? How do you know my name? Are you some kind of lost relative of mine?" The man then said, "What are you talking? I knew your name because it is on your mailbox."
Wind said, "Oh, sorry about that. Forgot I put my name on the mailbox. By the way, why did you come here for if you are not buying any wooden pots?" The man then said," I came here to introduce myself to you. My name is Robert. I am your new neighbor."
To be continued…
Link to Chapter 2:
http://www.apforums.net/showpost.php?p=859158&postcount=2
Link to Chapter 3:
http://www.apforums.net/showpost.php?p=861073&postcount=3