Imagery Practice
Having waited months to take out her new outfit, she ran to the isolated swing. The rain had just stopped, causing the sky to turn a dark grey, casting shadows and encompassing the whole playground in black and white. Puddles littering the ground. The girl, small for her age, was alone. Her new yellow raincoat, hat, and boots vibrantly stood out against her dark surrounding. Her knees visible between the gap from her knee-high white socks to the bottom of her baby blue lace dress. The air was chilly for the season, just before October, the air brought a light pink flush to her cheeks almost concealing her light freckles. Her bleach blonde hair was cut short and straight bringing out her piercing blue eyes. I could tell she was staring at me, but how could she be when I was invisible to everybody else? I was no longer part of this world.
Escape
Everybody always acts as if everything is perfect; they go around putting on this act so that everybody else can see how perfect their life is. In reality however, nobody's life if perfect. We can go around acting as if it is, making everybody else including our self that nothing could be better. We can think this is all we want, but when it comes down to it everybody has a secret.
Haikus
Early morning owl
staring through the green forest
contemplating life
Blazing yellow fire
lighting up the deers dark night,
dry heat consuming
The dark evening clouds
rolling over the red clay,
the night is coming
The brown-speckled bird
curiously looking over
the rushing river
staring through the green forest
contemplating life
Blazing yellow fire
lighting up the deers dark night,
dry heat consuming
The dark evening clouds
rolling over the red clay,
the night is coming
The brown-speckled bird
curiously looking over
the rushing river
The puddle
I knew I had died. I could feel it, I was lighter. I was also soaking wet, yet when I looked down at my skin and hair, I appeared to be dry. My wet clothes clung to my skin, but the moisture did not transfer. As I looked around, I knew exactly where I was . The dark forest, the trees grew huge here, the leaves not letting any light escape to the forest floor, where no vegetation grew. I could hear the river running by as I walked towards the cliff overhanging the rushing water. I could see a figure standing alone. That was my silhouette. Her hair waved in the slight wind this autumn evening, getting tangled into knots. I gasped surprised by this sight of myself. Alive. She heard me, turned around, and screamed. Backing up, her feet edging closer and closer to the over hang. The drop would kill anybody. I tried to tell her to stop. To not be afraid. I meant no harm. But it was too late. I heard her scream as she cascaded into the air. And the sudden stop. The silence, painstakingly audible. I walked to the cliff and looked down towards the now lifeless body, laying broken by the rocks. A small puddle of water pooled beside me on the cliff as I looked down at the scene. Not able to look anymore I turn my attention to the puddle by my feet, seeing my reflection I understood the girls fear. My face was no longer alive; gray and sunken in skin, gaunt, and my eyes sunken back.