As promised, a symbolic analysis. Call it practice for Literature.
References: http://pebblefort.blogspot.com/2008/07/pebble-fort-original-story.html
When I first wrote "The Pebble Fort", I had little inkling of what it should represent. It was mostly there as a childish game to unite my two characters. Sometimes, the fun isn't so much in creating symbols, but in picking out an object that has been there previously, realizing suddenly that it holds a hell lot of symbolic potential, then running with it. These unprecedented motifs and themes crop up a lot when you're storytelling, and it can be awesome, especially when they work really well. Since no one planned for them, they just feel natural. This is similar to a phenomenon where a character in a TV/movie/comic/novel series where a minor character unexpectedly evolves into a major one, evoking major lulz and <3 from everyone. Kat from Battlestar Galactica(Re-imagined), Nicky (or arguably, Pax) from the Bourne Trilogy, Celia from Order of the Stick, Ade Bennett from the Wess'har novels.
The Pebble Fort started out as a simple plot device; now it is the face of holing up behind our childhood. It is what we come back to when we feel overcome and overwhelmed by the harsh realities of the adults we're all turning into: a defiant but ultimately weak show of futility as life's truths gnaw down and roll aside the pebbles, and the whole facade with it.
It's not real, and letting it conflict with what is real will be suicide. It is the haystack, the welcoming bed, the fan, the room, the cool empty loft where you just sit back and relax and struggle to brush off whatever the fuck happened today, or will happen tomorrow or next week (who cares?). But like everything else, it'll be gone someday. We won't even remember it.
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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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