January 22, 2012

Lord of the Flies - WR9&10: Creative Piece


The twilight skies packed with murky clouds linger overhead the petite child as she swayed with the rhythm of the wind. All the trees blowing to and fro down the long, never ending passageway of cobblestone, lead to what is her destiny. Although the child does not recognize her fate, it has been determined from the moment she was born.
          In a room filled of candle lights and sunshine dancing in any crack of the drywall, an infant was introduced to the city of Crete now forced to live a selected life style that was prepared from the second her clock started counting. Within the village of Crete much was astir; the battle against the Nazi forces throughout the War left the town dark with ashes from burning buildings, producing a sandbox of black chalky substance where meek children sheltered within demolished buildings trying to flee the cloud of dust sweeping the valley from the elevated mountains above. Ella walked among the blackness of the smoke as the sun shined the brightest in the heavens, revealing a halo of vivid yellow and golden hues atop the crown of her head. This child, this being is the sparkle amongst the darkness living up to the meaning of her name, she is the light. She was a beauteous creature surrounded by the revolting of her world. A world painted with smoldering shades of grey, hiding its true beauty. Beauty that Ella holds to reconstruct what was once there.

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