A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Vanishing Point

“He tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed.” Finish the story. –WritingPrompts.Tumblr.com

The cold winds whipped across the faces of the men as they rode their long canoe-like vessel, made from the tall Cedar trees of the now fading forest along the shore. The tribesmen would violently shiver, every so often, as the boat rose and fell against the crashing ocean waves causing the freezing waters to wash over them. However, they would not stop and turn back to the comforts of home. They were on a mission, and they had to keep moving forward.

The four men in the boat sat on their heels with their knees at the bottom of the craft and their toes turned in. They each held a paddle and used all of their strength to move through the choppy waters. The tribesman were strong men that would often venture out into the sea to fish, hunt whales, and trade with other tribes along the coast but, today they sought their sights on new land.

At the front of the boat sat a young man with his eyes fixed straight ahead of him. He would be one of the many people from his tribe to climb the impossible hill that was growing closer from the horizon. However, he would also be the only one to tell the tale of what was behind the crown of sky that sat upon the earth, if he made it safely back down again.

The young man began to ready his rope to tie to the jagged rocks as the boat came closer to the hill. The man then leaped on the approaching rocks with his rope, “he tied his boat off and started to climb the cliffs. He knew that no one had lived to tell what was behind the cloud, but still he climbed.”

The three men left in the boat watched on as the young man climbed the almost vertical structure. They gasped as the heavy winds blew gusts of mist shaking the climber from his steadied mountaineering stance. The young man climbed for what seemed like hours up the slippery rock. He paused searching for foot and hand holes along the rock wall and pulled his body up a little at a time. He kept climbing, determined to reach where the sky met the earth, and the men at the bottom of the hill continued to watch on with great concern.

The young man finally reached the cloud at the top of the hill. He peered into the ring of sky for a moment, and then looked down at the men in the boat. He smiled at them and then turned his attention back to the cloud. He then swiftly hoisted his body through the misty sheet of white, no longer concerned about the men in the boat, only never to be seen again.

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