Seasons Through a Window

Fall is a time when the days grow short. The plants are barren, the sky is grey, and the air is chilly; it is as if the entire universe has slowed to a crawl. Yet, without the darkness, the cold, and the deadness of the season the world as we know it wouldn’t exist. The dampness of the soil and the steady change in color of the leaves exemplify a unique type of beauty hither to unknown. Pine cone shaped leaves protrude out of the ground, some tall some tiny. But in truth these are but just mere symbols of the mysterious season’s gentle nature.



Dewdrops shine and glitter as they fall down, disturbed by the faint cold breeze. They drip onto the hard ground, forming a small puddle. This puddle eventually seeps into the dark earth and causes the ground to adopt a damp texture. Faint traces of water linger on the leaves of the stem, shimmering in the bright cool sun, brittle to touch. The leaves rustle in the icy gentle wind and seem to speak the words “winter is on its way.”

The journey was over, the world has ended. The magnificent stem with its patchwork of tiny faded leaves had almost completely vanished. A milk white insect was all that was visible upon the musty smelling earth where the stem, the last piece of spring had lain. Fall had come to an end and the barren ground would not encounter such a marvelous creature for a very long time. Winter had finally arrived and in doing so destroying all the gifts spring had offered. All hope was lost……until next year.



Buried

They marched me towards the pit, strong muscular arms clutching a pressure point between my neck and shoulder. I winced when the squeezed and my knees buckled from the pain. " Why wouldn't they just kill me first!" I would suffer, I knew it. I'd slowly be deprived of all oxygen as heaps and heaps of soft earth cascaded upon me filling my mouth and piercing my eyes. I would gasp for air, my breathing would become slow and deep as i struggle to hold on to the last few breathes life could offer. My fear mounted , as my arms and legs were cuffed. There would be no escape.

Goodbye

I make you laugh

I make you cry

I make you dance

I make you fly

You do anything I ask you to

So I wanna say I love you

But I must apologize too

For the number of times I hurt you

You’ve now become my pride and joy

And still I treat you like my toy

I know you call me lazy

And I know I drive you crazy

But still there’s no need to leave me girl

Because you know you’re my whole world

Without you I sit and grieve

Asking why oh why did you leave

Girl please oh please come back in time

Oh please oh please just be mine…

I miss you so much

I miss how you touch

When you left yesterday my heart sank like a stone

And when I called you over and over again you wouldn’t answer your phone

  

I miss you I miss your smile

 I still shed a tear every once in a while

and even though it's different now

you’re still here somehow

my heart won't let you go

and I need you to know

I miss you

I wish you could see

How the pain is eating me

I hope you’re in a better place

Oh how I wish I could see your face

Can’t believe god broke us apart

Ill never forget how you stole me heart

I know you're where you need to be

Even though it's not here with me

And now you’ve left me alone and lonely

My love was for you and you only

I used to make you laugh

I used to make you cry

I used to make dance

I used to make you fly

  

But oh that dark moment when we said

 Good bye….

Diary of Voyager

Today I was engulfed with the prospect of no gold. Many of my friends experienced the same.  My fellow campers and I have built a sort of bond, linked with the excitement of finding gold and the days that pass for us to return. Some friends are close, others tag-along. While my friends and I were disappointed by no breakfast, we each started boasting of our family’s happiness and willingness to accept the tough times. Their voices filled with longing to return as each person shared, hidden by the slightest hint of a smirk. I am sure even I mimicked their behaviour. I miss my family too much for me to bare. As I was panning this afternoon, my tears mixed with the water of the river. Only one of my friends can fully understand the meaning of this display of remorse. Fred has become like a wall to lean on when I am down. He’s a very understanding person who has suffered many losses of his own. The one that even brings tears to even my eyes is the loss of his children. He refuses to say any more than this: “they fought as brave as knights.”My body has become a pain to lug around these last few days, but at some moments the pain drives the sadness away from my family. I better get some sleep now, the head of the camp said there’s a surprise awaiting tomorrow. 

Fear

The phone rang with its usual Nokia tune I picked it up and placed my ear to the cold edge speaker. And off course it was my mom, my overprotective nagging mom. “Don’t walk through the woods son, its way to dark!!” No!! I said screaming into the phone and slamming it shut. Ugh I hate it when she does that, I thought to myself swishing my jet black hair defiantly out of my eyes. I proceeded into the dark trees, weaving in and out of the gnarled bushes avoiding scrapes and bruises. The shadows loomed high and tall over my head, the hollows of the trees looked like eyes in the black surroundings, piercing, gazing, following my every move. I trampled like an elephant over twigs causing them to crunch and crackle under my feet. An owl hooted in distance and a bush was rustling nearby. I began to shiver with fear… a cold wind brushed across my face and my whole body turned to ice. At the end of the trail I could see something; I was not so sure what it was, it looked like a man. He was starring aimlessly into space. I was then overcome by an eerie sensation down my spine. The man turned around, I could see his cold heartless eyes even with the surrounding darkness. I began to run, splashing in puddles, snapping twigs running blindly into emptiness. Suddenly I tripped falling into the squelching mud my jeans ripping over a thorny bramble. I was bleeding; I could taste the soft wetness of blood on my chapped lips. Painfully I staggered to my feet, praying and hoping I had out run the man in the shadows.  Too weak to move, sick and shaking from head to foot I slowly opened my eyes, to my relief the man had gone. Instead there was a light in the distance, a blinding white light which glowed with the intensity of a thousand suns. The great glimmering light was illuminating the grass around me; behind the light I could just make out animal amidst it. Eyes blurred with sweat I tried to make out what the creature was, it was as bright as a unicorn. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I began to run, run as fast as I could towards the animal within the light. All I knew was that the creature gave me a sense of security and courage.  The blisters on my feet where aching and seething with pain, but all I could think about was reaching that magnificent animal as fast as I could.

 Suddenly, just as quickly as it had arrived, the light vanished. The little fire that had momentarily been lit in my chest and just been extinguished as if someone had thrown a bucket of water on it.  My heart froze; the air had suddenly gone cold. A gust of wind carried over me covering my arms in goose pimples. Then out of the darkness almost a hundred hooded figures came gliding towards me, their scabbed and rotted hands stretched out towards me. I wheeled around hoping to make a break for it in the opposite direction but to my dismay they had me surrounded. I stood there rooted to the spot in fear; I could feel them watching me, hear their rattling breath like an evil wind around me. One of these creatures made its way out of the enclosure towards me sucking through the air as it advanced. “No please no” I muttered to myself.  The creature paused and raised its slimy hand and drew up his hood. To my horror it was the same red eyed man I had seen before, a broad grin etched upon his face. I screamed like I’d never screamed before, it pierced the night like a dagger going through a man’s flesh. The man had touched me on the head, and it was as if my head had split open. It was pain more than anything I had ever experienced, my bones were surreally on fire, and my eyes were rolling madly in my head I desperately wanted it to end, to black out, and to die.

Then it was gone, I opened my eyes and sat upright drenched in cold sweat panting hard, it had been a dream. For a moment vivid images from the nightmare kept flashing across my mind. The man in the shadows, the animal within the blinding white light, and the cold clammy hands of the shadow demons. I was still shaking and jerking from absolute fright. I tasted a salty bead of sweat which trickled down my cheek and stared at the open door. Shadows were scuttling across the wall like gigantic spiders weaving a web. Instinctively I pulled the sheet covers up to my eyes and peered over it like a baby. I used to have problems with nightmares when I was young and it was as if I was six years old again. Everything in the room seemed to remind me of the terrible dream. The fan in the corner of the room sounded like a death rattle not unlike the shadow demons breathing in my dream.  Scared out of my wits I tried to sleep my fears away, but all in vain. The red eyes kept popping up in my head and once again I awoke and saw fear staring me in the eye. The darkness was too overwhelming; I was beginning to panic becoming extremely twitchy and scared.

 I jumped out of the bed and rushed to my parent’s room. Panting I jabbed a finger into my mother’s back, she stirred mumbling words to me, I tried to understand them but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Another hard poke in the back did the trick; she opened and flickered her eyes looking at me with a beady expression on her face. “What!” she said in a short sharp voice. “I can’t sleep” I whispered to her. She sighed and said lazily “go back to bed’ and before I could say another word she had once again drooped of to sleep. Slightly dejected I left the room, and upon entering the pitch black hall way I seemed to have come out of a reverie. Enveloped in darkness my fear returned and it forced me to run flat out towards my room and dive onto my bed.

 Once again I hid myself beneath the shelter of the blanket and felt a bit more secure, as if reality could not penetrate a few soft cotton fibers protecting me. Hugging my stuffed polar bear very tightly I began to pray, pray for god to relieve me of this torture and make this everlasting night come to an end. Then I noticed something glinting out of the side of my eye, cautiously I opened my sanctuary of cotton to peek at what was shimmering so brightly.   Mars was out that night and it was surrounded brilliantly by an array of dazzling stars. The stars looked so familiar… “Aha!” I cried and again I had a fleeting image of the glimmering white animal in my dream. A kind of electricity surged through my body and feeling more confident than ever I hurled my blanket out of my way and stared into the blackness covering my room opening my arms and welcoming it into my clutches . I didn’t feel a single thing not even the red eyed man could scare me now, I felt elated. As I laid back to rest my head on my pillow and my eyes drooped with exhaustion and I soon felt the sensation as if my mind was going blissfully blank and instantly I fell into waves of monster free dreams. 

Friend or Foe

Long ago when the earth was still young when the sun was still a ripe orange and the mountains reached high into the scarlet blue sky groping for the clouds. When animals could talk. There lived a mouse named Anita in a tall oak tree in the deep forests of India. Near that tree there lived the jungle king Jara the Tiger who harassed all the creatures of the jungle including Anita. Anita and Jara were sworn enemies and no creature in the jungle ever thought of them as friends. When ever Anita thought of going out of the tree to get food she had to be very careful. Jara was ready to eat her up every time she left her home. Anita was a very quite creature while Jara was the king of the jungle he was ruthless and mean and very power abusive but little did he know he would make a friend that would teach him to be kind and gentle.

 One day a hunter came to the forest. He choose the clearing where Anita and Jara lived to set his trap. The trap lay there all day until one helpless animal like a deer would stumble in to it and would be caught in the twine and string. It would not be able to move anywhere. The hunter always came back at sun rise to see what game he had captured. Now Jara was very careful not to go near the net but one day…

Jara was lugging a baby deer on his back coming back for the hunt. The deer was wounded badly blood was dripping slowly. Jara a rather savage creature amused him self by catching the deer’s blood in his mouth as it dripped slowly. Jara was very lazy because that morning the sparrow above his den had woke him up very early with its unnecessary chirping. Jara walked on. His heavy feet beat against the soft grassy ground the air was cool and nice the wind seemed to be singing a song of delight. It seemed to be saying “it’s the time of the evening when every thing is quite when all the creatures of the jungle listen to the winds song” and so on. The drowsy Jara was crookedly walking towards the clearing and before he knew it he was in the hunters trap Ahh!!!! he cried the twine had snapped right on his tail. His cry echoed through the jungle waking every creature up from there evening nap including Anita.

When she heard Jara’s shrill cry she ran outside and started skipping for joy, and when she saw Jara entangled in the hunters dangerous net she cried “Ha-ha Jara my friend look who is going to die”. This is indeed a day to celebrate! Shouted Anita in excitement. The little mouse danced in joy her happiness was unbelievable. My enemy is gone” “my enemy is gone she kept yelling into to the trees. The miserable Jara sat with his back turned to Anita. The sky was turning a pale gray the sun had set behind the mountains.  The world was enveloped in darkness. The moon shone like a bright pearl in the starlit sky. It looked like the eye of an eagle flying over the snow peaked mountains. Anita was jeering at Jara mocking and taunting him unkindly. She stepped into the middle of the clearing but before she could utter another insult she heard with her sharp ears a rustle in the trees above. She peered up into the leaves and saw a hungry owl peering down at her. Anita was frightened, the owl was one of her enemies and was ready to come soaring down from the tree and eat her up. She stayed completely still not moving a muscle until there came a sound from the bush next to her. Anita turned her face in horror it was a mongoose another one of her foes. Everywhere she looked there was an enemy.

On the tree, the owl, near the bushes the mongoose and in the net Jara. Anita racked her brains wondering of what to do. Finally she thought of an idea. She cautiously approached Jara. “What do you want he said tensely?” “Look Jara” Anita said “I will free you from your plight if you help me get away from the mongoose and the owl.” “What can I do to save you when I am ensnared in this filthy net?” “Let me crawl under the net and sit by you until my enemies are gone after that I will cut the strings that are holding you and give you your freedom it’s a win win situation”. “But what if you just don’t cut the strings and run away after all you were taunting me just a few minutes ago”. “You’ll have to just trust me” Anita replied. Jara could see the hope in Anita’s eyes and agreed to the deal. She crawled under the net and settled herself comfortably. Anita thought to herself whoa “I actually feel safe under the protection of Jara the tiger”. Jara thought “Anita is really ensuring my safety.” The mongoose and the owl stared at this unbelievable sight. “I can’t wait forever” the owl said “it’s almost dawn” I’m leaving. “Me too” said the mongoose. When they both went away Anita said my turn to return the bargain. And without further a dew Anita started attacking the net with her teeth trying to beat the sunrise.                           

    Anita started chewing madly at the strings, biting and biting into the sleek thread. The sun was creeping over the high mount tops she could see the shadows of the trees looming over her like a monstrous bird. Jara peered down at Anita in amazement admiring her unmatched determination. “Just a few more strings to go” Anita thought. Her sharp teeth were moving with incredible speed like razors cutting into soft chicken meat. The sky had turned dusty blue now. Both animals new that meant the hunter was due their any moment. Anita was on the last string. Her teeth felt like they were going to fall of any second. In the distance both animals could see the outline of a human. It was the hunter. Anita with her wonderful hears herd the screeching of the hunter’s blades rubbing together. The soft taping noise that he made with his unkempt sandals broke the unbelievable silence of the jungle. The tapping was growing louder every second. Anita was still chewing away at the last few strands of the string. As the hunter came upon the clearing Anita cut the last strand of the net and Jara was free. The hunter was astounded and enraged to see his new net torn in pieces. Seeing the rat under the remaining parts of his trap the hunter viciously seized poor Anita and shoved her into his bag. The hunter was just about to walk away, when there was a rustle in the bushes as the hunter gazed into the greenness. Jara suddenly jumped out and lunged at him. His claws drove into the hunters flesh wounding him badly. The hunter ran for his life dropping Anita on the hard ground. She lay unconscious.

When she awoke she saw Jara looming over her with caring eyes. Anita sat up and there was a pause 

                                                  

“Thank you” She said panting for breath. Her tail had a small gash on its side it was bleeding madly. The gooey substance was all over the grass making it look like the red sea. Anita stared at Jara but before she could utter another word she collapsed onto his soft paw. When she opened her eyelids she saw Jara. “why did you do that” she asked softly “that’s what friends do” Jara replied… and from that day on Anita and Jara were the best friends of the jungle       

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