(I wrote this today, just a start of something maybe)
It was dark, with flickering candle light causing shadows to dance back and forth as a low rumble now encompassed the dimly lit room. “You’ve done it Ambrose! You’ve finally done it!” A man proudly proclaimed to himself. He was a tall young man with a muscular build, dark hair, and blue eyes. His brow had always held a stern expression that many took for anger or pride, but those who really knew of his kind and humble nature understood this look to be a reflection of his incisive intellect. His was a mind always deep in thought and a face that shared his passion for it. Ambrose was an intelligent and industrial man in his early twenties. To be sure, he had such a profound structure and gaze upon himself, that if you saw him, you would have imagined him to be a story book adventurer or maybe a hero from an old folk tale. In fact a young lady at the market earlier that week had affectionately pronounced Him to be tall, dark and handsome to her group of friends, and stated quite frankly, and in his hearing, that if he should ask she would gladly go on a walk through the park with him that very hour. A statement that got not a few giggles from her friends in their bright summer bonnets, and made him blush a little as he left the store. But he was far too busy to yet think about the fairer sex, and perhaps a little too shy to boldly pursue any such lady. And so he remained the type that was rarely to be seen, but still talked about at the local ladies luncheons as the handsome young recluse. The one always pounding, and tinkering away within his seller, in the stately mansion atop the hill at the far end of town. He was, however, hardly noticed by most and so he was left without much of a social life for the better part of five years, and yet he was too busy to feel any great loneliness at his unfortunate hermitage. He had nevertheless, despite his solitary lifestyle, been “chased” by a few of the more bold ladies in the community, and scouted by several leading universities upon his early graduation, but they too he deemed a waste of time, and for him they would have been. His was an advanced mind, not to be boxed in by the thoughts and reasoning of lesser men, so called giants of the past. Not that he ever thought this way, it was more that he just liked his quiet and peaceful way of life, and a bustling campus would have made him nervous as would have a beautiful, but too bold, lady. Besides he had a mission in his head, one that needed to be completed as soon as possible, one which had captivated his entire being for the better part of the last five years, and now it was complete. Today was a day of triumph, for today he had finally completed his machine.
It was dark, with flickering candle light causing shadows to dance back and forth as a low rumble now encompassed the dimly lit room. “You’ve done it Ambrose! You’ve finally done it!” A man proudly proclaimed to himself. He was a tall young man with a muscular build, dark hair, and blue eyes. His brow had always held a stern expression that many took for anger or pride, but those who really knew of his kind and humble nature understood this look to be a reflection of his incisive intellect. His was a mind always deep in thought and a face that shared his passion for it. Ambrose was an intelligent and industrial man in his early twenties. To be sure, he had such a profound structure and gaze upon himself, that if you saw him, you would have imagined him to be a story book adventurer or maybe a hero from an old folk tale. In fact a young lady at the market earlier that week had affectionately pronounced Him to be tall, dark and handsome to her group of friends, and stated quite frankly, and in his hearing, that if he should ask she would gladly go on a walk through the park with him that very hour. A statement that got not a few giggles from her friends in their bright summer bonnets, and made him blush a little as he left the store. But he was far too busy to yet think about the fairer sex, and perhaps a little too shy to boldly pursue any such lady. And so he remained the type that was rarely to be seen, but still talked about at the local ladies luncheons as the handsome young recluse. The one always pounding, and tinkering away within his seller, in the stately mansion atop the hill at the far end of town. He was, however, hardly noticed by most and so he was left without much of a social life for the better part of five years, and yet he was too busy to feel any great loneliness at his unfortunate hermitage. He had nevertheless, despite his solitary lifestyle, been “chased” by a few of the more bold ladies in the community, and scouted by several leading universities upon his early graduation, but they too he deemed a waste of time, and for him they would have been. His was an advanced mind, not to be boxed in by the thoughts and reasoning of lesser men, so called giants of the past. Not that he ever thought this way, it was more that he just liked his quiet and peaceful way of life, and a bustling campus would have made him nervous as would have a beautiful, but too bold, lady. Besides he had a mission in his head, one that needed to be completed as soon as possible, one which had captivated his entire being for the better part of the last five years, and now it was complete. Today was a day of triumph, for today he had finally completed his machine.
The low rumble that filled the room as he started the apparatus had now changed into a loud whirring. Steam began to shoot from the top of the metal and stone contraption that encompassed the room before him. Light too was pouring from all the seams and crevices of the device “Ambrose, my good man, what have you made this time?” he thought to himself with a smile growing on his illuminating face. The light from the machine was growing now so bright that Ambrose pulled down the shaded goggles that were resting atop his head. The noise and light could now be seen and heard from even the edge of town and many were gathering outside Dulcet Lane to watch as they saw the young inventor’s house enveloped by a mysterious glowing mist.
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