"Don't make any mischief out there, Suni!" Old Man called out to me.
"I won't do anything bad, Old Man," I replied. I placed my dark grey hood over my head and walked outside. Old Man's place is such a beautiful area compared to what's surrounding it. There used to be a whole forest around here, but it was now replaced by dirty humans and their polluted slums. I sighed. What barbarians! They’re stupid, but powerful enough to take away my home. I walked onto the streets that led to the marketplace.
"Out of the way, useless girl!" a voice yelled from behind me. I found myself being pushed down onto the ground. I stared up at them with disgust, and my ears twitched. I wanted to rip them apart, but I'd risk being found out. I acted weak, staying on the ground and listening to their laughs. If only I was strong enough to do something! After they got bored, they walked away. I stood back up and brushed the dust off my cloak.
"Such harmful creatures..." I spat in disgust. I hated being a human, but they'd take me away if they found out who I was.
The Marketplace was the only placed I really liked in this area, other than Old Man's home. There was a large variety of smells from the goods that vendors had to sell. I walked up to a nearby peddler and threw him two coins. He caught them, and held up two cod for me to take. It should be enough for me and Old Man... I was about to grab them, but he suddenly dropped them from his hand. They landed onto the ground.
"A-Ah..!" he stammered. I turned around to see what caught his attention. A hooded man was quickly sidestepping pedestrians, as a pack of guards were chasing after him. The man accidentally tripped over a stray person's foot, and he crashed into the dirt. I jumped near to take a peek at the victim. A pair of bright red ears was hidden under the hood that he kept on so tightly. I silently gasped. He was another one of my kind. The man shuddered and slid back as a guard held a spear to his throat. Even if it was going to risk my life, I had to save him.
Slowly, I changed into my true form and hopped onto the back of the guard who had his spear, and bit his shoulder. He cried and dropped the spear, then threw me off. The rest of the guards backed up slowly as I growled at them. Everyone in the Marketplace had already evacuated, scared to face the violence.
The leader ordered, "Let's go!" The rest of the guards dispersed. I stepped over to the man and grabbed his shirt collar. He gasped for breath as I pulled him over to an alley. I transformed back into a human and placed the hood over my head.
"W-What just happened!?" he mumbled. He sat up and hooded himself again, then looked at me. The clumsy guy nodded his head in thanks. "Name?"
"Suni," I replied shortly. "You must come and stay with me." I placed the hood back on his head, and we stumbled back to Old Man's home together. I could feel him tremble in fear, every step of the way. As we entered Old Man’s area, I already saw him waiting at the front door. It looked like the news had already reached him.
“Oh no…” he murmured. He took the man into his arms and tried to soothe him, but it barely worked. We walked inside together, and Old Man poured out some tea. “Calm down a little bit, and then we can talk, alright?”
“Yes sir,” the man replied. He consumed the tea, and took a deep breath. I couldn’t help but stare at him and watch if he was okay. He looked very timid. “My name is Erwin. I’m just like Suni, I guess.”
He continued to explain his background. Like I, he was dedicated to finding another hybrid to live with. I was excited to find out that I finally found someone else, but now we were both in danger. Old Man heard rumors that the guards would check every single inch of the village to find us. Erwin explained that we had to escape as quickly as possible.
“What if they found us here before we could leave, though!?” I yelled. “Surely, they’ll punish Old Man for keeping us safe!”
“Don’t worry about me,” Old Man sighed. I shook my head. He’s kept me with him for years. I couldn’t just leave him to be killed. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I realized that I had to leave him someday. There was no avoiding it.
“I have a plan to save everyone, you don’t need to cry,” Erwin stated. We looked at him, wondering what he had in his mind. He smiled, and then lowered our heads as he whispered his idea. Old Man smiled after he finished explaining. I hoped it would work out as smoothly as he claimed it would…
The next day, the wooden door that guarded the only way into Old Man’s house was kicked down violently. Another pack of guards, bigger than yesterday’s, marched in. Erwin and Old Man hid in a room at the very end of the house, while I stayed hidden under his bed. I watched as feet marched past me. My heart beat faster each second. For the first time, I felt scared of humans.
I heard a sharp wail from the back of the house. They found Erwin and Old Man. I slowly snuck out from under the bed and rushed over to the commotion. Erwin was pretending to injure Old Man. The guards hesitated as he growled at them. I yipped, and jumped up onto the head of a guard. They continuously tried to attack us, but we were fast enough to dodge their jabs. I clawed the face of a guard, and he stepped back and retreated. Erwin glanced at me. He was tired, and he couldn’t take anymore fighting. They managed to impale his ear… I pointed to a nearby window. Without hesitation, he jumped outside. I glanced at Old Man one last time. He looked back at me sadly. I turned my head back and climbed up and out the window.
We didn’t stop running until we reached the borders of the village. The sun was setting, and there was nobody in sight. I nudged him to walk a little farther, but he collapsed. I had to drag him deeper. I never knew that there was a forest out here. Memories flooded back into my head. Once again, I was in a world of beauty.
“I hope they don’t destroy this place, either,” Erwin whispered. I nodded. After a rest, he was able to stand again. We continued to walk through the forest, never turning back to look at the horrible place behind us.
14 November, 2011
18 October, 2011
05 October, 2011
Memories
The roots of the trees in Mandarin Park tower above the ground. As I ran around, trying desperately to catch an innocent, scared squirrel, I caught my foot on one of those branches. I sent myself flying, and landed in a patch of fallen autumn leaves. The impact had hurt my arm, and I started to cry.
A hand extended from above. It was the hand of a boy I've never seen before. I managed to grab hold of it, and he helped me back onto my feet. Ashamed, I wiped my tears away as quickly as possible with my fist. He took my hand once again, refusing to let go.
"Cheer up! It'll be alright!" he announced. I nodded my head, and he pointed back to the playground located in the middle of the park. It was filled with other little kids, sliding down and swinging across the monkey bars happily. "Come on, let's go play."
"O-okay.." I replied. Never letting go, he led me all the way back, where we ran around and had fun together until dawn. It was sad to say goodbye to him, but he promised me that we'd meet again. I had forgotten about my injuries until I got home.
Dear boy I met at the park in 2nd grade...
I never forgot. <3
A hand extended from above. It was the hand of a boy I've never seen before. I managed to grab hold of it, and he helped me back onto my feet. Ashamed, I wiped my tears away as quickly as possible with my fist. He took my hand once again, refusing to let go.
"Cheer up! It'll be alright!" he announced. I nodded my head, and he pointed back to the playground located in the middle of the park. It was filled with other little kids, sliding down and swinging across the monkey bars happily. "Come on, let's go play."
"O-okay.." I replied. Never letting go, he led me all the way back, where we ran around and had fun together until dawn. It was sad to say goodbye to him, but he promised me that we'd meet again. I had forgotten about my injuries until I got home.
Dear boy I met at the park in 2nd grade...
I never forgot. <3
18 September, 2011
STOP
Oh, the irony!
The one man who saw me from his dark blue Toyota gasped, "Oh my god! Are you alright, miss!?" I picked up my bike and handed him a thumbs up and a nod. He smiled, and I knew that he was trying desperately to stifle his laughter. After he drove off, I looked down at my scarred knees. They seared with pain and stung every pedal on the way home. Seems like I have underestimated the power of safety gear.
After I locked the back door behind me, I headed straight to the bathroom to wash up my injuries. Not only had my frail knees received cuts, but my left elbow had some also. I grimaced at the ugliness of my elbow, which already had a scar from the time I fell off a scooter when I was 8. A dirty rag used to clean the bathroom mirrors lay nearby, and I washed it to clean up the blood from my cuts.
The whole time, I could not stop laughing.
I had biked into a STOP SIGN.
And to think that nothing could "stop" me in my tracks.
The one man who saw me from his dark blue Toyota gasped, "Oh my god! Are you alright, miss!?" I picked up my bike and handed him a thumbs up and a nod. He smiled, and I knew that he was trying desperately to stifle his laughter. After he drove off, I looked down at my scarred knees. They seared with pain and stung every pedal on the way home. Seems like I have underestimated the power of safety gear.
After I locked the back door behind me, I headed straight to the bathroom to wash up my injuries. Not only had my frail knees received cuts, but my left elbow had some also. I grimaced at the ugliness of my elbow, which already had a scar from the time I fell off a scooter when I was 8. A dirty rag used to clean the bathroom mirrors lay nearby, and I washed it to clean up the blood from my cuts.
The whole time, I could not stop laughing.
I had biked into a STOP SIGN.
And to think that nothing could "stop" me in my tracks.
Great Wall
Every tour that goes to China HAS to include the Great Wall. My family and I went on a tiring, yet fun, eight day tour in China, going to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and other various small cities. The second day was the best day. My brother and I started to race up the slope leading to the first steps up the Wall. Our parents called out to us, "Don't waste your energy!!" but we didn't have a care in the world for that right now. We quickly sidestepped many various people on the way up. There was a diverse amount of people, not just Chinese. I beat my brother to the steps, and looked down.
"These steps are freakin' HUGE...!"
No wonder only soldiers of the past Chinese dynasties could ever traverse this wall. Every step of irregular, unpaved, and REALLY steep. I literally had to hop from one step to the next. After my parents had finally caught up with us, I took a deep breath, held the rails that were added to the Wall, and lifted my foot. I had taken my first step. (Now only hundreds more to go!)
Moving up was a slow process. So many people were at the Wall, I could guess that someone looking from above could see the endless masses of people. Many people had to take breaks midway, and sat right in the middle of the stairs so others could hang on to the side and continue up. I was terrified of letting go of the rails, because I may have fallen onto the person in front of or behind me. My dad assured me that I wasn't going to fall anywhere. I let go, but quickly grabbed on again.
We made it to the first tower. We had to stop and take a break, because my asthma was starting to kick in, but we continued moving as soon as possible, because the tour gave us only two hours to get as far as we possibly could. Mum made a goal to get to the second tower. I really wanted to go farther than that. I wanted to climb the whole way, but we just didn't have the time. We waited for my brother to get up, then continued to slowly go up the wall. Unluckily, we ended up behind an old woman who took about 10 seconds for every step. She was Chinese, so dad joked in English, "Why is she even here?" and hoped that she didn't understand us. Soon, we got annoyed at the speed we were moving at, so we carefully slipped in front of her and moved on.
It seemed like forever, but we made it. We reached our goal. I let out a sigh of relief and chugged a water bottle down. When I was done, dad tapped my shoulder and pointed his finger, and I looked at the direction he pointed me to. I saw such a beautiful sight that took my breath away from me.
The Wall was so high up, I could everything. The jungle of trees below, mountains and hillsides nearby. Even more people were trying to climb the Wall now, and I was glad we got here earlier. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures of the landscape. It was the best thing I've ever seen.
Going down was even harder than going up. Constantly looking down and seeing the height we were at terrified me. I carefully moved from step to step as quick as I could. On the way back, we met the other people who were on the tour, who were still trying to get up. I felt proud because we were the first ones to reach the top.
"Hey Lily, let's race again!" my brother yelled when we reached the slope. We started dashing, even though we were breathing so hard we would've fallen anytime. Once we gained momentum, we couldn't stop. I even tried to, but I would've landed on my face if I did. At the bottom, I took a heavy breath and collapsed onto the ground. My brother barely followed behind me. Our parents walked behind us and smiled at our rare enthusiasm.
I took so many pictures on that trip, and I'll never forget the amazing sight and fun I had while I was there.
"These steps are freakin' HUGE...!"
No wonder only soldiers of the past Chinese dynasties could ever traverse this wall. Every step of irregular, unpaved, and REALLY steep. I literally had to hop from one step to the next. After my parents had finally caught up with us, I took a deep breath, held the rails that were added to the Wall, and lifted my foot. I had taken my first step. (Now only hundreds more to go!)
Moving up was a slow process. So many people were at the Wall, I could guess that someone looking from above could see the endless masses of people. Many people had to take breaks midway, and sat right in the middle of the stairs so others could hang on to the side and continue up. I was terrified of letting go of the rails, because I may have fallen onto the person in front of or behind me. My dad assured me that I wasn't going to fall anywhere. I let go, but quickly grabbed on again.
We made it to the first tower. We had to stop and take a break, because my asthma was starting to kick in, but we continued moving as soon as possible, because the tour gave us only two hours to get as far as we possibly could. Mum made a goal to get to the second tower. I really wanted to go farther than that. I wanted to climb the whole way, but we just didn't have the time. We waited for my brother to get up, then continued to slowly go up the wall. Unluckily, we ended up behind an old woman who took about 10 seconds for every step. She was Chinese, so dad joked in English, "Why is she even here?" and hoped that she didn't understand us. Soon, we got annoyed at the speed we were moving at, so we carefully slipped in front of her and moved on.
It seemed like forever, but we made it. We reached our goal. I let out a sigh of relief and chugged a water bottle down. When I was done, dad tapped my shoulder and pointed his finger, and I looked at the direction he pointed me to. I saw such a beautiful sight that took my breath away from me.
The Wall was so high up, I could everything. The jungle of trees below, mountains and hillsides nearby. Even more people were trying to climb the Wall now, and I was glad we got here earlier. I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures of the landscape. It was the best thing I've ever seen.
Going down was even harder than going up. Constantly looking down and seeing the height we were at terrified me. I carefully moved from step to step as quick as I could. On the way back, we met the other people who were on the tour, who were still trying to get up. I felt proud because we were the first ones to reach the top.
"Hey Lily, let's race again!" my brother yelled when we reached the slope. We started dashing, even though we were breathing so hard we would've fallen anytime. Once we gained momentum, we couldn't stop. I even tried to, but I would've landed on my face if I did. At the bottom, I took a heavy breath and collapsed onto the ground. My brother barely followed behind me. Our parents walked behind us and smiled at our rare enthusiasm.
I took so many pictures on that trip, and I'll never forget the amazing sight and fun I had while I was there.
14 September, 2011
...
"...What's wrong?" she asked after I told her I needed to talk. I sighed out loud and started typing furiously at my keyboard. I was full of angst, full of depression.
"All lies. They lie to you to make you feel better," I typed. Tears hit my hands and ran down, slipping through the gaps of the keys. "But you're going to have to face the cold hearted truth."
-
The first time I gripped a pencil on my own will felt weird. I've only ever used it to repeatdly write the English alphabet and do basic math problems, after all. I continued to turn around the pencil in my hand until I had a somewhat comfortable grip, then pressed on the paper in front of me and moved my hand shakily. It took me three minutes to draw my first stick figure. I was so proud of it, I wanted to draw more. My mum peered over my shoulder to see if I was writing my alphabet, and was shocked at what she saw. But, she said,
"It's beautiful."
The only reason I started to draw was because I had received inspiration from my favorite cousin. Her anime girls hung everywhere on the wall of her bedroom. Not just that, her parents' bedroom too. They were obviously proud. My mum would spend time looking at them, and praise my cousin for such amazing pictures. This was a huge thing to me. All I had ever received from her were slaps on the hand for writing my "e" backwards. I wanted my mum to be proud, happy. I wanted this praise, I didn't want to be forgotten.
I drew pictures for everyone. For mum, dad, baby brother. My uncles and aunts, cousins. The one I remember most was one I drew for my dad's friend, a picture of me and him fishing from under an umbrella. Last time I visited, it still hung on the wall of his workroom. Everyone praised me and ruffled my hair with their hand, leaving me with a wide smile.
Then years passed. My goal had changed. I realised it wasn't praise that I was after. I wanted the person to smile, I wanted to bring happiness to people. I improved so I could achieve my dream, starting to explore different formes of art, such as backgrounds, realism, anime. I even went past the border of pencil and paper and started writing, sewing, and making somewhat decent claymen. I had a lot of fun expanding my horizons and trying new things. It made me so happy, and I felt as if I could draw for the rest of my life.
But this time, when mum peered over my shoulders to see if I was doing my homework...
"Horrible."
The first time she made such a rude comment, I merely ignored her, and tried to forget about it. But then she started hammering me with insults again.
"Just stop drawing, you have better things to do."
"Another sketchbook? Waste of money."
"Nobody likes your work."
I dropped the pencil from my hand. It rolled off the desk and landed on the floor with an impact so hard, it snapped into two. The thirteen years I've been drawing... Just a waste? Her comments stung so much, I had quit picking up my pencil for a while.
-
My friend sighed, and felt truly bad for the situation I was in, for she was like me. We loved art, and we'd never give it up. One would try to comfort their friend when they're down, but...
"Are you f______ crazy?" was her first sentence. It kind of shocked me. Then she continued, "Don't listen to your mom, she doesn't know anything. You just need to practice, develop and release your full potential. She may not like your drawings, but I love them! Your friends love them just as much, it makes them happy!
"How are you going to make others happy if you can't make yourself happy!?"
There, I realised what a mistake I had made. I forgot about my main goal in life. A depressed person isn't going to lift the atmosphere... How could I have strayed so far away from my desired path?
I never replied to her. I closed the window to our chat box and reached for one of the many pencils in my pencil box, and gripped it in my hand. It felt comfortable again... Focusing hard, I pressed the lead on my blank sheet of paper and started to draw.
"All lies. They lie to you to make you feel better," I typed. Tears hit my hands and ran down, slipping through the gaps of the keys. "But you're going to have to face the cold hearted truth."
-
The first time I gripped a pencil on my own will felt weird. I've only ever used it to repeatdly write the English alphabet and do basic math problems, after all. I continued to turn around the pencil in my hand until I had a somewhat comfortable grip, then pressed on the paper in front of me and moved my hand shakily. It took me three minutes to draw my first stick figure. I was so proud of it, I wanted to draw more. My mum peered over my shoulder to see if I was writing my alphabet, and was shocked at what she saw. But, she said,
"It's beautiful."
The only reason I started to draw was because I had received inspiration from my favorite cousin. Her anime girls hung everywhere on the wall of her bedroom. Not just that, her parents' bedroom too. They were obviously proud. My mum would spend time looking at them, and praise my cousin for such amazing pictures. This was a huge thing to me. All I had ever received from her were slaps on the hand for writing my "e" backwards. I wanted my mum to be proud, happy. I wanted this praise, I didn't want to be forgotten.
I drew pictures for everyone. For mum, dad, baby brother. My uncles and aunts, cousins. The one I remember most was one I drew for my dad's friend, a picture of me and him fishing from under an umbrella. Last time I visited, it still hung on the wall of his workroom. Everyone praised me and ruffled my hair with their hand, leaving me with a wide smile.
Then years passed. My goal had changed. I realised it wasn't praise that I was after. I wanted the person to smile, I wanted to bring happiness to people. I improved so I could achieve my dream, starting to explore different formes of art, such as backgrounds, realism, anime. I even went past the border of pencil and paper and started writing, sewing, and making somewhat decent claymen. I had a lot of fun expanding my horizons and trying new things. It made me so happy, and I felt as if I could draw for the rest of my life.
But this time, when mum peered over my shoulders to see if I was doing my homework...
"Horrible."
The first time she made such a rude comment, I merely ignored her, and tried to forget about it. But then she started hammering me with insults again.
"Just stop drawing, you have better things to do."
"Another sketchbook? Waste of money."
"Nobody likes your work."
I dropped the pencil from my hand. It rolled off the desk and landed on the floor with an impact so hard, it snapped into two. The thirteen years I've been drawing... Just a waste? Her comments stung so much, I had quit picking up my pencil for a while.
-
My friend sighed, and felt truly bad for the situation I was in, for she was like me. We loved art, and we'd never give it up. One would try to comfort their friend when they're down, but...
"Are you f______ crazy?" was her first sentence. It kind of shocked me. Then she continued, "Don't listen to your mom, she doesn't know anything. You just need to practice, develop and release your full potential. She may not like your drawings, but I love them! Your friends love them just as much, it makes them happy!
"How are you going to make others happy if you can't make yourself happy!?"
There, I realised what a mistake I had made. I forgot about my main goal in life. A depressed person isn't going to lift the atmosphere... How could I have strayed so far away from my desired path?
I never replied to her. I closed the window to our chat box and reached for one of the many pencils in my pencil box, and gripped it in my hand. It felt comfortable again... Focusing hard, I pressed the lead on my blank sheet of paper and started to draw.
29 August, 2011
Showers (Poem)
Showers are the only place, it appears,
the only place where you can hide your tears.
Hot, raining water will drown out
the sound of your horrible crying, no doubt.
Whenever you're sad, you should sit there,
let it all out and breathe in the air.
Regain your senses, think it all through.
Oh, before you get out, be sure to shampoo.
the only place where you can hide your tears.
Hot, raining water will drown out
the sound of your horrible crying, no doubt.
Whenever you're sad, you should sit there,
let it all out and breathe in the air.
Regain your senses, think it all through.
Oh, before you get out, be sure to shampoo.
n.n
My friend's teacher refused to teach him and his classmates about the Holocaust.
His excuse? It was "too harsh" to teach young people.
I deeply apologise in advance, but what a HORRIBLE teacher. Why is he even teaching History in the first place!? As boring as History is (to most, for I LOVE History), the point of teaching it is so that we can learn what our ancestors did and NOT repeat the negatives. Nobody wants to even THINK about experiencing another Holocaust, another World War, or any of those tremendous, life changing events. The mere thought of it scares me.
His excuse? It was "too harsh" to teach young people.
I deeply apologise in advance, but what a HORRIBLE teacher. Why is he even teaching History in the first place!? As boring as History is (to most, for I LOVE History), the point of teaching it is so that we can learn what our ancestors did and NOT repeat the negatives. Nobody wants to even THINK about experiencing another Holocaust, another World War, or any of those tremendous, life changing events. The mere thought of it scares me.
26 August, 2011
Advice~
One of my favorite artists suggested you carry a notepad with you at all times. Who knows, maybe you'll suddenly have a great concept you want to write or draw about. You don't want to forget about it.
25 August, 2011
Flyin' High
Anyone reading this, could you give any feedback/comments/suggestions? Thank you. ^^
I'll be editing this as time goes if I need to.
When I write... Well, people don't die. This was a big jump for me. e.e
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It wasn't a typical day at the park I walked to. Various feathers, long and short, lay all over the grass. A girl in colourful clothing cried in fustration, and the pigeons she chased around flocked wildly. She took a deep breath before swinging her net again, barely missing. The lucky pigeon she aimed at landed on a nearby, lonely bench. She groaned and hit the ground, sighing.
"Do you like birds or something? You're trying really hard to catch one," I asked, walking over to her side. I stared down at her. Her eyes showed helpless.
She quickly replied, "I hate birds." I extended my arm and helped her back onto her feet. She clenched her net as hard as she could and looked up. Curious, I jerked my head up to see what she was looking at. I saw nothing but blue sky and clouds slowly floating through the open air.
"Yet... They can do something humans will never be able to the achieve. And that's the ability to fly."
Looking more determined than ever before, she sneaked as quietly and swiftly as possible, successfully catching the unsuspecting pigeon in her net. I didn't exactly know whether I should be happy for her or not, but she looked quite content. She waved goodbye to me and ran off, holding the net so the poor, trapped creature wasn't able to escape.
____
Stupid bird's trapped now. I carefully grabbed it, threw it in the cage hanging by the open window, and slammed the cage door shut. How did it feel to be trapped inside? Well, you know what, bird? I feel just like you. I want to escape the human limits and explore what's out there. What's beyond the clouds that pass by everyday? How does the world I live in look at a different perspective? Well, I'll find out. I'll find out soon enough.
I carefully forced the pigeon to spread its wings with a tweezer, and I started drawing and studying its anatomy. A bird's wings are beautifully crafted. I'll craft beautiful wings too. I let the bird's wings finally rest and fed it a cracker. Don't worry, little guy. I'll free you tomorrow. We'll both be free to explore the skies...
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I watched as a pigeon flew through the air. It seemed quite wobbled in its movements. Was its wing possibly injured? My eyes switched its attention to a tall, modern building that sat near the park. I squinted my eyes. A girl with a determined face stood on top of the roof. On her arm, she seemed to have... a pair of stunningly constructed wings. She took a big step forward, and soon started to pick up the pace... Was she thinking that she could fly!?
"Stop! Stop running!" I yelled hopelessly. Either she didn't hear me, or she did and ignored me. I had a feeling she was ignoring. The girl lifted her left foot off the building, then her other foot. She jumped into the air. I stared at her, speechless, as she seemed to glide through the air a little. She managed to extend her reach to the unknown. The first human to ever touch the sky, to have had a feeling of freedom. She wore the happiest face I've ever seen on a girl.
It disappeared.
I covered my mouth, shocked at the sight in front of me. There was a girl. Her breathing had slowed to a stop, and she wore a pair of broken wings, tattered with blood.
I'll be editing this as time goes if I need to.
When I write... Well, people don't die. This was a big jump for me. e.e
____
It wasn't a typical day at the park I walked to. Various feathers, long and short, lay all over the grass. A girl in colourful clothing cried in fustration, and the pigeons she chased around flocked wildly. She took a deep breath before swinging her net again, barely missing. The lucky pigeon she aimed at landed on a nearby, lonely bench. She groaned and hit the ground, sighing.
"Do you like birds or something? You're trying really hard to catch one," I asked, walking over to her side. I stared down at her. Her eyes showed helpless.
She quickly replied, "I hate birds." I extended my arm and helped her back onto her feet. She clenched her net as hard as she could and looked up. Curious, I jerked my head up to see what she was looking at. I saw nothing but blue sky and clouds slowly floating through the open air.
"Yet... They can do something humans will never be able to the achieve. And that's the ability to fly."
Looking more determined than ever before, she sneaked as quietly and swiftly as possible, successfully catching the unsuspecting pigeon in her net. I didn't exactly know whether I should be happy for her or not, but she looked quite content. She waved goodbye to me and ran off, holding the net so the poor, trapped creature wasn't able to escape.
____
Stupid bird's trapped now. I carefully grabbed it, threw it in the cage hanging by the open window, and slammed the cage door shut. How did it feel to be trapped inside? Well, you know what, bird? I feel just like you. I want to escape the human limits and explore what's out there. What's beyond the clouds that pass by everyday? How does the world I live in look at a different perspective? Well, I'll find out. I'll find out soon enough.
I carefully forced the pigeon to spread its wings with a tweezer, and I started drawing and studying its anatomy. A bird's wings are beautifully crafted. I'll craft beautiful wings too. I let the bird's wings finally rest and fed it a cracker. Don't worry, little guy. I'll free you tomorrow. We'll both be free to explore the skies...
____
I watched as a pigeon flew through the air. It seemed quite wobbled in its movements. Was its wing possibly injured? My eyes switched its attention to a tall, modern building that sat near the park. I squinted my eyes. A girl with a determined face stood on top of the roof. On her arm, she seemed to have... a pair of stunningly constructed wings. She took a big step forward, and soon started to pick up the pace... Was she thinking that she could fly!?
"Stop! Stop running!" I yelled hopelessly. Either she didn't hear me, or she did and ignored me. I had a feeling she was ignoring. The girl lifted her left foot off the building, then her other foot. She jumped into the air. I stared at her, speechless, as she seemed to glide through the air a little. She managed to extend her reach to the unknown. The first human to ever touch the sky, to have had a feeling of freedom. She wore the happiest face I've ever seen on a girl.
It disappeared.
I covered my mouth, shocked at the sight in front of me. There was a girl. Her breathing had slowed to a stop, and she wore a pair of broken wings, tattered with blood.
Meh
I know this is supposed to be a writing blog, but I'll be using this for drawings too.
I HAVE A REASON.
Drawing = a form of art. Writing = a form of art. Therefore, Drawing = Writing.
Use your head sometime, it can do amazing things. :)
I HAVE A REASON.
Drawing = a form of art. Writing = a form of art. Therefore, Drawing = Writing.
Use your head sometime, it can do amazing things. :)
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