Desire for all that is Lost

     From my room I witness the big yellow fiery ball rising over the tall round obstacle across town. A town full of many problems, boredom and unsatisfaction. I want to leave. I get up and stand on my balancing boards and head outside. Today, something is different, very different.

     The town was gone and all that was left was a field. A field of colors, with a flowing body of water, running through it. I take a stroll through this rainbow field and come across an apple tree. The apples were ripe, a beautiful red in which you can see my own reflection.  This was something I also could see from the river, which was crystal clear. My tummy became enraged, so I ate a couple of those apples. I didn’t know what to do with them, so I threw them into the stream, hoping they would find a place to decompose.  As the day grew old, I desired a place to sleep. With two five finger tools I constructed a bed from the flowers, leaves, and wood from the tree. Lying in my bed with content, I look around at my beloved surroundings and doze off.  A perfect day in a perfect place, I never want to leave.          
     As I awaken my vision must have been blurry, for what I saw grey pillows in a gray sky over a grey field. The tree was barren and the river was dried up. I rubbed my brown spheres to see if I was dreaming, but within seconds teardrops were falling from the clouds. I had to take cover. Just then clouds began to surround me, dense and gray.  Eventually all I could see were towers of dim green and brown, stretching for miles (they weren’t there before). I had no where else to go, so I bolted towards the fading colors hoping to find shelter. Ironically enough, the sky became wrathful, rumbling with rage shown through noise and flashes of white. (Where has my paradise gone)?  I desired to be back at home, back in my bed.  

     I reached this dark place, all alone; nobody here, nobody there. I had peace and quiet, something I’ve always desired, but not this kind of loneliness. My pink ball of noodles started to unravel, and slowly but surely I shed tears of a clown.  Was I a fool for trying to fulfill my desires? Was I a fool for giving up the things I already had, that last, for things I desired, that don’t last? I desired a paradise, my own sanctuary, where I could do anything I please when I pleased; to be away from boredom, problems, and unsatisfaction.

     Were my desires a sin, a sin of greed? OR is it necessary to have greed to fulfill my desires?

Now I desire for what I have lost or may be missing, and in this dark place I search for the light. The light that will give me the strength to find the door, that leads me out of my room and into the big wide world.      I get up and stand on my balancing boards and head outside. Today, something is different, very different. I see a town full of opportunity, waiting for me to pursue it.

Reviews

[Mittens]

This was a very pleasant find while searching on here; your usage of different fonts, colours, and formatting strikes an intriguing blend of writing and art. At first I thought it was going to be hard to read because of it, but as I went along I found it actually added to the surreal aspect of your writing. It helps the reader immerse in dream-like aspect of the story and makes a well written piece even more enjoyable.

Great work!

[Jasmine S. Edwards]

Thank you for the review! My English teacher loved this one too. She pretty much said the same thing you said! I love playing with fonts, adding colors and doing different formats and structures for my writing :)

[Mittens]

You're very welcome. :) Keep up the good work. I'll be looking forward to seeing what other kinds of artistic designs you can come up with.