A winding and forgotten road rests in a dry desert. There, I walk miles on end, hoping desperately for a change. The heat of the sun beats down on my face, my throat begs for water, and my feet drag tiredly in the sandy path. I walk for hours on end, seeing nothing but the wasteland stretch for miles. Now and then I can make out the remains of trees that had once been green.1
Something stuck out from the landscape beyond me. It caught my attention immediately, for its color was as bright as the sun. It was a radiant white rose, with no thorns along its stem. It, like myself, was alone as it soaked up the sun’s light. I reached down to touch its gleaming petals. They were as soft as silk. My heart forgot for an instant the predicament that I was in. 2
My musings were blown away when a sudden gust of wind redirected my focus to the path once more. Ahead of me was a fork in the road. My worn feet shifted through the sand faster for reasons my mind could not grasp. I sensed in my heart that something wonderful was ahead of me, but my mind dreaded what might be simply a fantasy. 3
I walked to the right road without hesitation. I began to walk even faster as the trees grew green again and grass began appearing along the trail. Blossoms appeared in all colors, and the sand beneath my feet slowly evolved into black fertile earth. Before long, I was traveling no longer on an endless dirt road, but through a field filled with smooth-stemmed white roses like the lone one planted in the sand miles behind me. 4
Though the sun still shone, it was not hot, but merely warm. A small river lay ahead with water as clear as glass. My mind forgot my tired body and I raced to the water’s edge. After drinking thirstily, I lifted my face to gaze at the sky. It was clear and blue, and a breeze cooled my hot face with its gentle fingers. Beyond me a field of the roses, blossoms, and grass ran as far as the eye could see. 5
I had roughed out the desert, and was now in a meadow that I thought had solely existed in my imagination. With everything peaceful and safe, I settled myself under one of the ten large oak trees and fell asleep in the Meadow of Dreams under the summer sun. 6
Author notes
Please be nice...this won the Young Writer's Award in the Riverside District...hope y'all like it...(I'm NOT from Texas.)
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
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Kim, I think it's great. I don't care what category it's in I love it! The sybolism is great too.
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You can tell the ppl in help that...they said to ignore u guys with that comment. I agree with them.
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eheh.... great write, Kim, but i have to agree with akita. this isn't poetry- its a short story. you should post it under storywrite. but awsome anyways!
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This is great. It very much deserved the award, but I am wondering whether this should fall in the category of poetry. Anyway, it is a good write.
Keep writing
Ankita
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