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With Home in Mind
Home is where the heart gives out and we arouse the grasses. Between the losing and winning battles, The benches have always been saved for our family. For Glory, Sacrifice Sweet, Tepid dawn of ancestral heat and fear, I now tremble with the cold. You’re your own burning thirst for glory- no other love, allays them. The River of Time Quickly, my friend. The Photographs are growing flames, as A word is stretched through time along a river, which is Flowing too fast to swim in, with The Universe’s water surrounding us. The Hand that Feeds the Rich I was a waitress in a white dress Sandals, pearl earrings, a blue wig, with the white crumpled handkerchief I knew well. I kept everyone’s stomachs full When you gestured your fingers; But I moved patiently in and out of the murky shadows with ease. Last Words of a Naval Captain “Hark to the Porter’s Shoulder-knot a-creaking, lads! I can’t hear you through this storm! Speak up, ya dirty punk’n ‘eads!” Nearing the End of Innocence Plucking petals from the daisy’s wheel For clouds may gather around me soon. This Soldier had been training his entire life. From birth, he was given the job of being a warrior, despite the wishes of his parents. His village, Aetόs, was under the management of the city of Athens, when soldiers were called upon for the Battle of Marathon. This soldier, however, was resistant, as he never wanted to kill, and he saw all life as sacred. However, he knew that, if he didn’t fight, his village would be ravaged, so he grudgingly accepted the call to duty.
When training, he was asked several times to kill, and he refused to every single time. The other soldiers assaulted him for this, branding him with a mark of disappointment. However there was one who supported his no-kill policy: the Commander of the Regiment. He informed this soldier that he could fight without killing, as he could be a defender. However, not all agreed with the commander, as one group killed him one night. This caused our hero to cry out, causing him to attack those who killed the only person who accepted him for what he is. Then everything changed when the hero stabbed the murderer’s ringleader. Being so overturned with guilt, our hero no longer felt like one. He felt the only way to end this is to end himself. So he did. Although his name is not known today, his policies have inspired me to take up his mantle of no killing to fight the injustices in this world. I will carry out his efforts for him. (I am sorry this story is so weak.) As I stood before this mysterious council, I looked around for a clue as to what is going on, why I am here, or what I am supposed to do. The council then told me “We brought you here to teach you the meaning of life and how you can optimize your life. However, half of us are deceivers. You can determine who is a deceiver using this.”
Suddenly, in the middle of the room, a podium rose up from the floorboards, and on that podium was a telescope-like device. Next they told me “Use this only once. Then determine the deceivers. If you fail, there will be consequences.” So I looked through. And I saw,through this Kaleidoscope, that they were all aspects of life. I could see their true names. Daring, Safety, Love, Creativity, Compassion, and Friendship. The rest were all enemies of them in some way, and I knew that I had to fight through these enemies to experience these aspects. I pointed out the deceivers, and the true aspects said “Well done. You are a special breed. Some people spend their whole lives trying to tell the difference between the good and bad. You have a special future ahead of you. I have finally created my personal crest. I have decorated it with all the things I love in life, and I wish to share it with my family and friends. However, it is in black and white, and I want it in color. I have worked on this in photoshop for days, yet I have still been unable to make it look right. Then I had an idea that just might work. I decided to put it up on a projector screen. It looked pretty normal for now. Then I put a prism up to it, and a wonderful experience ensued. The room instantaneously lit up with millions of colorations on my crest, and it could be viewed by anyone in the room. I wanted to put this up for an exhibit once I saw everyone was amazed, imagining it getting me dozens of scholarships. But instead I just left it up for a few hours, then took it down. I did this because I felt that the experience I got from this was enough to last quite a while, even if it could have possibly given me money for college.
After struggling against these demonic forces for what seems like forever, I finally break through into the light. After taking a moment to gather my senses, I look around the small lighted area, looking around at these demons surrounding the pillar of light. I then notice the desk, and I go and take a look at it. It has a single feather pen, a stack of paper, rulers, pencils, and a smartphone. Slowly, but surely, I piece things together. I feel that I am supposed to write my own story, and I can fight away the demons of life that way.
First I start with the pencils, recording what I want to do in life, giving me the basic outline of what to strive for. As I write, the demons stop pacing around and shudder. Next, I use the smartphone to research what is available to me in terms of education. The demons flinch as I do this. Then, I use rulers to guide my lines as I start to draw out my future, getting the necessary education in place. As I proceed to this step, some of the demons curled inwards with pain. Then I proceed to continue fleshing out my idea piece by piece, filling in lines and shapes into my future. As I continue to shape my future, demons fall one by one. Then, beyond all odds, the quill pen fills in my future, slaying demons with each stroke of its tip. I have worked towards my future, fighting off demons along the way. However, no matter what I do, there will always be demons in life. But I know that I am not alone, as there will always be others who will support me along the way. I could feel the forces all around me. They were swarming, coming at me in a way that suggested that they didn’t want me to do what I was about to. They had already devoured the people around me, but I was determined to succeed. I had my eyes on the goal. I wanted to be the one who told my story, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else tell it for me.
These forces were tough, though. They continually lashed out at me, grabbing, punching, and once even biting me. But I kept fighting, as I knew that, once I got to tell my story for myself, I could fight off these forces. I had to make it. I had to… When I step through the portal, I expect to see a majestic kingdom awaiting me, ready to be crowned king. I expected to command an army of Loyal Knights, bringing justice throughout the land. I expected Teddy to become a great knight, ready to risk his life for me no matter what. However, I got none of that.
When I emerged, I was on the edge of a dark forest, probably lurking with terrifying creatures around every corner. I waited for a knight to come riding out of the forest, slaying the evils of the forest to protect me. But he never came. I started walking towards light, and I emerged from the forest, ending up at the edge of a cliff. I could see the entire kingdom before me. Or it would be a kingdom, if the land weren’t completely abandoned. I saw castles off in the distance, yet they were all in ruins, and they looked abandoned and uninhabitable. I thought “Hey, if I were king, I would have stopped whatever ravaged this land.” I looked at teddy, thinking he could help me out of this situation. But all I got were his black button eyes. In fact, they were darker than ever here. I stood there hesitating, then I decided to head back to the portal, as this world was obviously doomed. Then it attacked... |
AuthorPatrick Froysland is a humanities student at Taylorsville High School. Archives
January 2016
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