Ink and Parchment
What can I say? The idea struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I was bored, finished with homework. It's a good idea, a website collection of what I love to randomly write everyday; it's more productive than video games, though, right? I stuck below a particular piece of writing; I think it fit the theme pretty well. The others, well, I guess I'll have to make pages and organize them. Although they are a bit long...
Maybe I'll add a blog, those are good for comments. But for now, I hope you all enjoy reading small pieces of random writing, from a 12-year-old author's point of view. =)
Links
> My Blog
> Midnight Zephyr (Dark's Weebly)
> The Hourglass (Jen's Weebly)
> Midnight Zephyr Studio
> Mr. Power's Website
> Mr. B's Blog
Updates
7-18-08: New writings! Three in the "Poems and Short Ones" and two in "Long Ones." Check it out! Also, check out my new blog in the Links!
7-15-08: Modifications have been finally made! Thanks to Mr. Matthew's revisions, "A Walk In The Park," "Ignorance" and "For Her, For Us" is finally error-free! I'll strive to catch more mistakes in my other writings soon.
7-14-08: A loongg post describing the planeride and my ultimate sickness afterwards. (: Check out the Wogger's Corner.
7-8-08: Another post in the Wogger's Corner, about sickness and not wanting to leave. (: Give it a look!
7-6-08: Check out the Wogger's Corner for a new, longer blog post about my mental debate about blogs! COMMENT PLEASE. :D
7-4-08: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!
6-22-08: Another new blog post. Totally random and pointless. But go to the Wogger's Corner to see it if you like. xD Also, a new small piece in "Short Ones" that I rather like. (: And congrats to Jen for becoming an official Weebly Writer. (: Click on her new added link on my "Links" to visit hers!
6-21-08: New blog post! Forgot to put the update sooner, go to the Wogger's Corner. And, there's a new "short one" that I randomly wrote in like...five minutes. It's WEIRD. But I like it. (: Go to the "Poems and Short Ones" page to check it out!
6-16-08: I have my result of a first attempt at a catchy blurb phrase. Read it at the Poems and Short Ones page. (: I love it!
6-14-08: I forgot to update this yesterday. Well, yesterday I wrote this poem for those who are leaving. I love it, although it's so rough and took me two minutes. (: But hey, check out the Wogger's Corner and tell me what YOU think about it. It's also on the "Poems" page.
6-12-08: Another new entry in the Wogger's Corner, a long one about the joys and bumps we've had in the 7th grade school year. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HELENA!
A Walk In the Park
I grabbed my jacket, slipped on my shoes and hurried out the door, just managing to squeeze into the silver elevator that threatened to close on me. I watched the elevator button labeled “1” glow a dull yellow as I pushed it with my index finger. The silence in here was as welcoming as it was suffocating. The elevator started moving; I begged it to hurry. I had to escape, I had to get away from everything. Life was coming at me too hard, and I wasn’t prepared at all.
The elevator opened, and I stepped out into the urban life. Cars were honking at passersby, or speeding by the road, dust clouding up a trail behind them. I covered my mouth and nose with my jacket, squinting, and ran across the street. I walked, looking at shops on either side of the road, waving off salesmen who tried to sell me things. As if I had any money.
The park came into view soon enough, and as I had hoped, it was very nearly empty. There were a few kids, five or six years old, by the looks of them, who were arcing freely on the swings. Lucky kids. Kids who were, at this stage, still oblivious to what troubles still lay ahead for them.
It was a large park, with huge, broad oak trees, wooden benches and a beautiful lake. It was my favorite place to be, when all seemed to be caving in. The willow tree’s strings of leaves billowed in the wind, letting it carry them where they might fly. So full of life, yet so free. Like some people in the world, who knew that life didn’t have to be so hard. People who made it fun for themselves, even when it wasn’t.
I wanted to be one of those people.
I continued to walk, across the stone path that had been built so long ago. The rocks were all different, either in color or shape. Just like everyone in the world, unique, setting the path for ourselves. The willow tree came again to mind. Setting our own path, making that path fun. Why didn’t I do that? Why did I have to treat life like it were against me? Just as the leaves went with the wind, I should go along with it, too. Let the wind carry me away. I bent down and plucked a blade of grass from the green meadow. I pinched the thin blade between my index finger and thumb and slid it through. Bad move. It was the rough side, like when you brushed something the wrong way. I felt all the pinpricks digging into my finger. It hurt. I turned the blade of grass around. Maybe if it were this side…I ran it through my fingers again.
Smoothness. I ran it through once more, looking around at my surroundings again. All this nature; all with hidden relevance to the life we live in.
Like this blade of grass. What does it represent? Rubbing one side would hurt, the other would be blissfully smooth. Smiling, I answered my own question.
Perspective.
You didn’t have to look at something the hard way all the time; there were always two sides to everything. A bird flew across the blue, cloudless sky. IT was followed by two on either side, and more and more birds behind them. I realized it was a V-shaped formation. They flew, quacking encouragement, trading places if they got tired. You are never alone. Another underlying moral.
I sat down on a wooden bench, feeling somewhat relieved and calmed. Nature was so beautiful. The overhead tree shadowed me from the sun. In the dark, I thought. I had always been in the dark. Never realizing, experiencing, just running away and worrying.
I felt the wind breeze through my hair, and a single leaf drifted off a branch, onto my shoulder. I collected it gently in my left hand, staring at it curiously. It was still a young, bright green leaf. I squeezed it gently, accidentally, as I shifted my position. Something squeezed out of the stem, sticky on my fingers. It was a milky-white substance. Dropping the leaf on the ground, I searched in my pocket for a tissue. But then, following a sudden impulse, I brought it to my mouth and tasted it. It was sugary and sweet.
Life can be sweet if you dig down deeper.
Smiling again, I sucked the remaining liquid from my finger, rising from the wooden bench. Somewhere above me, a bird chirped a happy tune. I felt lighter now, happier. Catching a pink and white flower blowing in the breeze, I stuck it in the crevice of my ear.
Looking at the world in a different perspective, I made my way out of the park, back into my life.
I made certain refinements in my head as I crossed the road back home. I would continue to live, laugh, love. And nature would always be here, somehow reminding me of what life could be, if I just looked a little harder.
