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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: The Book Store/Library (06/03/10)

TITLE: Aarga's Awesome Assembly
By Gerald Shuler
06/09/10


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Being a caveman in the earliest periods of Earth’s development had its drawbacks. Life could be a bleak and, often, short experience for the average caveman. Hunting dinosaurs was really the only sport available and even that was considered more work than sport since its main purpose was to bring home food for the family. At least work was always abundant because dinosaurs were plentiful. But oh, what a boring way to live.

That is why many of the cavemen in the Green Valley Caves Co-op began drawing pictures on the walls of their home caves. Mostly hunting scenes, the drawings were an effective way to show loved ones what mighty men they were. One caveman, Aarga Stoneman, was something of a disappointment, though, to his entire family. His cave paintings never showed blood gushing from the throat of a defeated Saber Tooth Tiger. His paintings only showed the tiger running away from him (though many suspected the truer truth would show Aarga running from the beast). If not for the kindness of his father and brother, the family would have had nothing to eat. Yes, Aarga was a pitiful caveman by normal Green Valley standards.

And yet it was pitiful Aarga who was destined to change the course of human history. This is his amazing story.

Aarga was fully aware of what other cave dwellers were grunting about him behind his back. Still, for his father’s sake, and because his wife was so charming, he went along every time the family was invited to view the latest caveman drawing of heroic feats. Over the years he had been in nearly every cave in the valley and seen all of the wonderful adventures on the walls. Oh, how they thrilled him . . . how they sparked his imagination. Each spear on each wall seemed as though it were in his own hand. Though he hadn’t been on the actual hunt, he felt as though that kill was his kill. He had thrust the spear. His hands tied the beast to the carrying pole. It was his ears that heard the accolades of his people as the carcass was carried into the village. Oh, what wonderful feelings those wall paintings aroused.

So wonderful, in fact, Aarga decided he couldn’t wait to be invited into neighbor’s caves to view the exquisite adventures. Secretly he began sneaking into caves at night to gaze at the incredible walls. He memorized each stroke of the painting, each color, each life-stirring story. Then he would quietly leave and go to his own home to paint on small flat slabs of shale the unforgettable scenes he had just memorized. For years he had been doing this without ever being caught. Now, after twenty-seven years of memorizing others lives and transposing them to his flatrocks, he had amassed an incredible number of miniature cave paintings. They were for his eyes only, and each night he eagerly allowed his eyes to feast on his treasury of life-moments.

Because he was no hunter, and because he had, over the years, finally been totally rejected by the citizens of Green Valley, Aarga decided it was time to move elsewhere. His wife, faithful to the utmost, went with him, fearing she had just consumed her last decent meal.


It took two weeks to arrive at the next village. Aarga asked the first citizen he met if there were any empty caves he could claim.

“Unga. Ug oogan gag.”

Fortunately they grunted the same language because Aarga understood that a cave had just become available in the middle of town. Then the stranger noticed the sled Aarga was pulling. It was full of his picture rocks and the stranger couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

“Ooooohhhhh! Ooptha!”

This, of course, was very encouraging news for Aarga.

Before Aarga was even completely moved into his new cave, word had spread throughout the town of the new family and their amazing collection of rock paintings. One by one, neighbors began stopping by to introduce themselves. To Aarga’s shock they didn’t come empty handed. Each carried a small parcel of food to be exchanged for . . .

You guessed it! Everyone was willing to pay for a brief look at his marvelous rock painting collection. For the rest of his life Aarga earned a wonderful income by simply telling the stories on each rock to visitors from all over the area.

Aarga had developed the world’s very first public library of natural history.


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Donna Emery06/10/10
How amusing! I was attracted by the title and you kept my interest through the whole story. Really cute and imaginative.
Seema Bagai 06/10/10
Clever and funny. Good work.
Laury Hubrich 06/11/10
Snicker, snicker:) Clever.
Virgil Youngblood 06/11/10
Ladonga oooth!, well done, for sure. Very enjoyable.
Patsy Hallum06/15/10
I love the story, wonder if boring was in their vocabulary during cavemen era. I could see it all in my minds eye as the story unfolded..Keep writing!
mick dawson06/15/10
That was funny. An interesting thought came to me as I read it. Why would anyone think man's concerns were any different a few thousand years ago? You captured that even then, we suffer the same anguish and pitfalls we are all prone to today.
Susan Montaperto06/16/10
What a fun story to read. A very creative take on the first library. Keep writing.
Beth LaBuff 06/17/10
This is great! Super work on this ultra-creative story... congrats on your EC award!
Laury Hubrich 06/17/10
Congratulations, Gerald!
Sharon Laughter 06/17/10
This would make a GREAT children's book - it has so many "moral moments" - being ostracized, unrecognized hero, etc. A child could EVEN learn a library is a treasure house (not their ifony) Do it!!!! How incredibly creative. Congrats and well deserved!
Patricia Turner06/17/10
Vividly entertaining! Congratulations!
Marita Thelander 06/17/10
I'd grunt a comment to you, but obviously I don't grunt the same language as you because I never would have thought of this angle on the topic. :) Congrats on another fine piece of work to add to the FW library to be cherished.

I'd come bearing brownies in exchange for the read, but I'm fresh out. ;)
Catrina Bradley 06/17/10
Incredibly entertaining! :) Congratulations, Gerald.
Carol Slider 06/17/10
What a fun and clever take on the topic! Congratulations!
Margaret Kearley 06/19/10
I love this! - the humour, the imagination and the 'un-put-down-able' aspect of this story, (forgive that ridiculous word!) Congratulations on your win - very well deserved.
Patsy Hallum06/25/10
Congratulations on your 2nd place award. Your talent has not dimmed.