Storyteller
Written by Ress
this, other best friend love story really sort thanks yvera-Anne
Kelson was your average young man, just out of school. He was a mystery to many of the people who had ever met him. Although he was your typical human, he was anything but. At first glance it was clear that there was something Special about him. His hazel eyes shone with intensity, athough he was thin, and had a rather small build he could hold his own. He had a wildness about him, something that his very being seemed to be hiding, but was released when he would tell the many stories he created for his mates at the pub he considered his second home. Still at first sight he was an ordinary guy full of life, and a willingness to know everything and at times be anything.
Kelson’s life had once revolved around his parents, he lost three years previous. He was forced to go it alone, and had dealt with everything surrounding the incident. The one thing that was always a mystery was his parents death. It had Just Happened. Deep down he knew one day he would find out the truth. A shock swept through him that day, one he could never explain, it was like magic. He felt different. The pain he had felt the night of his parents death had disappeared and was replaced with a unique gift.
Kelson knew he had, had it in him from the start. His love of literature had started from a very early age. It was his job at the library that made his life all the better. The books around him seemed to fill his senses, and mysteriously he had remembered every single book he had ever read as a child. His mother had clearly said that he had a gift.
There was One night he would never forget. At the tender age of six he had indeed read to her. He remembered the way her eyes shone and the excitement he felt when he heard her laugh. The funny thing was that although he could remember every book he had ever read, he could not for the life of him remember that one. The frustration he felt every time he tried to recite the contents of it was enough to drive him insane.
The place in which Kelson resided was a small Irish town, and just recently he had begun to feel trapped. His willingness to leave had been stifled due to the fact that he had lived there his entire life. The constant feelings of frustration could only be drowned. Morosey’s was a small pub on the outskirts of the town, and although there were only the rare few that came in, it was like Kelson’s second home.
One day he had shown up, and Jack was sitting at the bar an elbow propped up on the table.
Jack Morosey had always anticipated Kelson’s visits and definitely appreciated the customers that Kelson Generated when telling his many interesting, almost life-like stories. Kelson knew when he told a story, he too seemed to be transported into it. Jack had once told him his eyes were slightly glazed when he spoke, and was once caught acting out dramatically in front of everyone. This only caused more people to swarm the pub whenever he was there.
Kelson who had once been a solitary young man was now surrounded by woman, and men alike all eager to hear yet another made-up tale. His popularity grew with every story he told, but even with everything happening and his incredible performances for the guys at Morosey‘s, that one story he had read to his mother never returned to his memory. Kelson knew that these things happening, were odd, but still he believed that one day he would remember the one story, that changed his life forever.
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Look for the interesting story to follow this character, coming soon to Fictainment.
