DungeonsOfDread
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John Barker
Eve seemed quite impressed by his creations. He felt a sense of pride welling up from deep within his heart. He had never shown any of these to anybody else before. When his father had told him to stop wasting his time on trying to reinvent the wheel as he called it, John stopped showing him.
"Thank you so much Eve, you have no idea what it means to me." he stated excitedly.
"For so long I have kept these a secret, fearing that others would think me a crazy dreamer. Like my uncle" he added somberly. His hand came up and brushed a stray hair from the front of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He wasn't sure where the gesture came from but it seemed appropriate at the time.
"A long while ago, when I was cleaning out my father's storage room in the shop, I found a book. In it, there were pages and pages of diagrams depicting tools and weapons. Each schematic showed detailed instructions, measurements and materials required to create the device. I only managed to study it for a short while, my father interrupted me and took the book away. When I asked about it later in the day he denied its existence. To this day I have never seen it again." he explained.
"Everything I have made here. Is only a sample of what I could make. For some of it, I've had to experiment by trial and error to produce the desired results. It has been frustrating at times, but I love my father and I believe there is a reason, however strange, that he keeps such things from me." John explained with a sigh. Even though he justified his father's actions out in the open, as John got older, he began to question his father wisdom on a more regular basis.
Eve seemed quite impressed by his creations. He felt a sense of pride welling up from deep within his heart. He had never shown any of these to anybody else before. When his father had told him to stop wasting his time on trying to reinvent the wheel as he called it, John stopped showing him.
"Thank you so much Eve, you have no idea what it means to me." he stated excitedly.
"For so long I have kept these a secret, fearing that others would think me a crazy dreamer. Like my uncle" he added somberly. His hand came up and brushed a stray hair from the front of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He wasn't sure where the gesture came from but it seemed appropriate at the time.
"A long while ago, when I was cleaning out my father's storage room in the shop, I found a book. In it, there were pages and pages of diagrams depicting tools and weapons. Each schematic showed detailed instructions, measurements and materials required to create the device. I only managed to study it for a short while, my father interrupted me and took the book away. When I asked about it later in the day he denied its existence. To this day I have never seen it again." he explained.
"Everything I have made here. Is only a sample of what I could make. For some of it, I've had to experiment by trial and error to produce the desired results. It has been frustrating at times, but I love my father and I believe there is a reason, however strange, that he keeps such things from me." John explained with a sigh. Even though he justified his father's actions out in the open, as John got older, he began to question his father wisdom on a more regular basis.