So for this weeks DS106 assignment I shall write a piece of prose biased on the Three Word Wednesday I went to this Website and got the words that I will use:
Angelic adjective: Of or relating to angels.
Foster; verb: Encourage or promote the development of (something, typically something regarded as good); bring up; adjective: Denoting someone that has a specified family connection through fostering rather than birth; involving or concerned with fostering a child.
Ruin; noun: the physical destruction or disintegration of something or the state of disintegrating or being destroyed; the remains of a building, typically an old one, that has suffered much damage or disintegration; the disastrous disintegration of someone’s life; the complete loss of one’s money and other assets; verb: Reduce (a building or place) to a state of decay, collapse, or disintegration; reduce to a state of poverty.
Because I am living in Japan I think that it is only fair to make some cultural references. The idea for my story is based on the Japanese Folk tale Momotaro. Rather than re-telling it entirely myself, you can read it here it is not too long, and it is good to know because there are all sorts of references to this story in everyday things. Obviously my story is a very rough interpretation.
He was beautiful, the second the peach split open the small angelic child rolled onto her hand. Orange hair, chubby cheeks everything that was to be desired in a child of such raw becoming. Despite her old age and her humble living she decided to take him home wrapped up carefully atop the basket of peaches that she had collected for the day. The cool river had always given them what they wanted. When the old lady brought him home her husband immediately declared him their son.
The couple fostered the boy to be like their own son. He was for want of nothing. They gave him any food, toy, or any clothes that he wanted. In return he became fat, and uninteresting. As all of their money was going to their son the skeleton of the old shack that the three lived in started to rot. No one had taken notice until the son displeased with one of his many gifts threw a tantrum, breaking the house around him. They were more violent and more frequent than ever before. The boy was as rotten inside as the house, and the old couple knew it, sometimes they wished the house would just collapse on them crushing everyone. The couple begged their son daily to venture out, even just for a walk, but the rotting Momotaro refused and accused them of wanting to be rid of him.
The couple were angry, why would the river give them something so terrible? They were angry at the spirit of the water, and they were angry at themselves. As time wore on, he became worse, like an illness on the house, so large that he could not even move and all he could do is demand things from his foster mother. He had ruined their house, he had ruined their happiness. All that was left was to ruin himself and that was not so far off. Sometimes the old woman would go to the river and wade in again, no more peaches came. She would stare into the water, angry, what she saw was to blame for all of her unhappiness. The river always just remained silent always reflecting the truth.
This picture shows the happiness that was found with the miracle baby, Momotaro. With the original story Momotaro became great with his own hard work and friendship. Unfortunately he did not end up that way with my story, but that is why I want to finish with this picture. To remind everyone that it is just a story, and the picture describes the real story very well, and I like the colors.