December 05, 2011, 05:06:57 PM by bottomdweller
Wait a minute, this story seems familiar. Is this the original story behind Nell? I loved that movie. Jody Foster and all that. A woman is brought to civilization after spending her life in the wilds.
"I found you," she said, a short pause between words as though she had to think before speaking each one.
"Why?"
"Stop hurting the forest. My home."
"You live in the woods?"
"Yes. I protect it from humans, from the destroyers."
Perhaps I spoke to soon. The following paragraphs sound like…let me see now…
"I went out into the world against the will of my family. It was horrifying -- and exciting. I met a human and fell in love. He loved me too, but did not believe the tales I told him of my home. He wanted to meet my family. He wanted me to stay with him. Marriage he called it. It was not the way of my people, but it seemed good to me.
"I took him to my home." She collapsed onto the couch. Tears fell. She trembled and pulled away when he reached for her.
"The law was broken! Outsiders were forbidden knowledge of our homeland. No exceptions. My friend, lover, was sentenced to death by the council.
Wait! Wait! I know this one – Avatar! I loved that movie. No, no – Pocahontas – the cartoon version.
He squeezed Shalah's trembling shoulders. "You began your work in the forest near my house, but there is more we can do, and this is the place to do it. Whatever it takes, we will see that your people can return to their rightful home."
It would help that his music gave him both money and an audience for the message they would try to convey to the world. If he could persuade a few people, people with influence and power of their own, the message would spread. And maybe together, they could turn things around.
For Shalah -- and for the generations to come -- he had to try.
Of course! How could I have been so blind! – this is from the movie Dances With Wolves – when he takes his story of his life among the Native Americans to Washington DC, hoping to bring change and reclaim the wilderness for those who know how to keep it safe.
"Come on, let's get you into the house. I'll get you something to wear."
Something warm and sticky flowed onto his arm -- blood.
She struggled against him as they approached the front door, but lacked the strength to free herself.
He whispered calming words and felt her relax against him, though her eyes darted nervously, searching, as they entered his home.
Chris walked her to a couch, got her seated and rushed off to get a pan of warm, soapy water, a washcloth and a towel. Gently he washed her, cleaning the wound on her back and pulling it together with half a dozen butterfly bandages. He wrapped her in his bathrobe before getting her something to eat.
Lady in the Water. I see where I went wrong now. I loved that movie. Directed by M. Night Shyamalan and starring Paul Giamatti.
What? This is supposed to be an original story? But it’s the same tired, preachy story Hollywood has been pitching for the last forty years. Could we send this one back, please, and have something with an original plot instead?
Since the house is on fire - at least let us warm ourselves.
