![]() One Last SummerA Story by Analgesia![]() This is the feeling I get when I sit back and think about the fact that I'm going into my senior year of highschool next year.![]() The school lay out on the grass, a conquered giant, lazing in the sun. Assassinated by a lethargic
hunter, a lazy cloud in the sky, a clear cerulean breeze. The children scampered over it's legs and arms as it slept, for now they were the giants and their subjects lizards, and frogs, and grasshoppers in the feild. They were not gracious kings. They waltzed the feild over, sticks and rocks in hand, summerily ordering the execution of their serfs. Then they swam through the tall grass, they flew over the baseball feild, they dripped with excitement. Then the earth embraced them as the fell from on high. One, awoken by a sudden stirring of his soul, tilted up a sanguine tinted head. The wind howled and he payed no mind, his curling red locks a-blaze with sunlight. Eyes closed, the boy imagined colors swirling freely, and ; if he closed his eyes really tight, he could see colors he'd never seen before. All one pallet of undiscovered pigments bitter, and square, and round, and wonderfull. He could see the sun through his lids, it was red and gold and the clouds made waves in it's colored rays. Then, suddenly, the boy awoke, he was much older now and he knew that one could go blind from staring at the sun.
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2 Reviews Added on April 21, 2009 Last Updated on April 28, 2009 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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