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Challenge #1 Stuff Toys Life
Lifeless as it sounds, Silent as I speak, I cannot share my views, as my heart leak. Hearing the machine me being created, while I perch on a treadmill. Duplicates of my myself are being made by this gigantic white structure with lengthy arms. I’m not that unique, but an ordinary little stuff toy, a lily colored bear dyed with jet-black eyes, and a brown shirt. As I only know, people are hemming me, and refused to keep me with them.
The eyes of mine, sees everything as the waves of arms segregate the flawed and the sparkled ones by the individuals with dressed all white, and a blue plastic on their heads, using their rubber gloves. The ones that the people’s hearts will love. This heaving thrill lifts me up to the skies, along the line. My dream will come true! As I will be with a family that loves me! As I’m getting closer, my hank sank deep as they rest on me, along with the other rejects. With sadness in my eyes, toppled with a gloomy, dark feeling in me. As my other eye fell off my face, hanging with the toys that won’t be with their families, in a vast yellow container.
I wonder, what am I made for? What serves my purpose to live in this horrible unlucky misfortune? Only to be vanished easily to air, after being created in this existence. As the cycles of night and days continues, a group of people came into the factory, and talked to the workers inside. I was the one of the chosen, as this shivering drop inside me. Dries my excitement, as they might throw me away or burn me to coals of ashes.They pile the rejected toys on the truck, with a night black vision. I can’t see with my body tumbling, with my lifeless friends. As they mourn their awaiting the fire ahead, to send them back to no presence in this life. I wait and and wait, hearing the grumbling sound of the rocks rolled by the wheels.
And the sound of the engine of the vehicle moves me along. They put us in a bag, as I only hear the noises of their steps. Clock moves forward, as a flash of heavy white light blind my eyes, to see this clean white room. To see someone handling me to a child on the bed, like me he cannot speak, he is in a sedated seizure, immobilized and still. Only to see and hear his heavy slow breathing on his chest. Tubes to his nose, and a machine running on the side. Thus mixed sentiments in me, hearing this sadness inside and the sadness that cascades in my thoughts. I thought I was going to die, and now I am here gifted to a person who’s in need. Person beside me is trembling in grief, to seep and slides to the person’s arms. They have emotions. Why was I not born as they are…
A year passed by, he recovered from his accident. My master is mute. As he can’t speak, I can see it in my master’s eyes. The green, wonderful pupil submerges with an emerald highlight. He is carrying me along since he was a child. As tiny as I am, I see the world spacious, as I seem so miniature. Every day, I see my masters display, my heart sounds warm, when you hear his steps closer. Every time he carries me around caressing my furry fluffy surface; they adapt his heat of his palms to my lingering sensations. To my waist, as he touches my ears, makes this flush that arouses to my cheeks. He even gave me a name, a name of my own. A name that segregates me to the rest, and it makes me itches this heart beat in me. And restored the missing eye I lost in the factory and gave me this nice, adorable ribbon on my neck.
When he doesn’t want to hang out with me, he always puts me to his treasure chest with the other toys. Each month torn by, as days passed to my existence on this earth, He always brings me with his mother when sipping coffee in a cafe and strolling outside, keeping me tucked in with his sling bag. He showed me the world’s genuine beauty, the pain, the happiness, the soars within the people I have met. The collections of hands that keep me as he introduces me to his friends, and the feeling of being accepted once again. Master becomes busier these days and impatient.
Although he always puts me on display near a ledge near the window. It makes me happy, as he works, while the sunlight streams and feeds the snowy white furry texture. The hue of yellow gleam compliments the brown cotton shirt of mine, similar to a knitted scarf. I mesmerize to my master’s yearnings, to his scars and to his tender. I’m happy to see him, yet he’s not giving attention to me as much these days. But! Who cares? He is here, and I am here to make my master smile. He fixed my life, and I want to fix his. Alway’s hanging along on the ledge, seeing time to time, his room is changing as the calender sets anew. To the day he was in a hospital, to the day where he grew. To check the rooms, and furnitures in a stop motion with thousands of destination of memories saves pictures in my life.
As he grew older, he went home with a beaten face, and blood dropping his forehead. Master! I silently speak, but he cannot hear me. Yet I was burst in tremors to cry as he picks me up. To remember the warmth of his chest, on the first day I met him, and the tight hug me embraces to me between his arms. And I want to help him on this day. I cried inside the soul, inside me seeing my battered master falls, as his strength plucked weaker. He blows his words in a grieving air, to my ears “Y… you are my o… only friend, and you are the one I only trust. Sorry If I don’t can lift myself.”. As he leaves outside his room, I want to make myself shine, as I was alone. I don’t want to waste this chance for me to put my heart with him in my dearest. To put that form on his lips tug in joy.
Master cannot notice the indications I give, so with my best i try to stand and walk with my soft feet on the ground. Even in the terrible times, and the thundering seas in his mind, I want my master to smile. With effort, I got a pen and a paper and write the strokes with my love for my master. Last, I gave a letter as he came back, and say, ”Thank you for being with me Master, Your Teddy bear”. As his sister enters his room, she screams in to the peak of her lungs! MOM!! THE TEDDY BEAR MOVES ON ITS OWN!!
© Dream With Me
The eyes of mine, sees everything as the waves of arms segregate the flawed and the sparkled ones by the individuals with dressed all white, and a blue plastic on their heads, using their rubber gloves. The ones that the people’s hearts will love. This heaving thrill lifts me up to the skies, along the line. My dream will come true! As I will be with a family that loves me! As I’m getting closer, my hank sank deep as they rest on me, along with the other rejects. With sadness in my eyes, toppled with a gloomy, dark feeling in me. As my other eye fell off my face, hanging with the toys that won’t be with their families, in a vast yellow container.
I wonder, what am I made for? What serves my purpose to live in this horrible unlucky misfortune? Only to be vanished easily to air, after being created in this existence. As the cycles of night and days continues, a group of people came into the factory, and talked to the workers inside. I was the one of the chosen, as this shivering drop inside me. Dries my excitement, as they might throw me away or burn me to coals of ashes.They pile the rejected toys on the truck, with a night black vision. I can’t see with my body tumbling, with my lifeless friends. As they mourn their awaiting the fire ahead, to send them back to no presence in this life. I wait and and wait, hearing the grumbling sound of the rocks rolled by the wheels.
And the sound of the engine of the vehicle moves me along. They put us in a bag, as I only hear the noises of their steps. Clock moves forward, as a flash of heavy white light blind my eyes, to see this clean white room. To see someone handling me to a child on the bed, like me he cannot speak, he is in a sedated seizure, immobilized and still. Only to see and hear his heavy slow breathing on his chest. Tubes to his nose, and a machine running on the side. Thus mixed sentiments in me, hearing this sadness inside and the sadness that cascades in my thoughts. I thought I was going to die, and now I am here gifted to a person who’s in need. Person beside me is trembling in grief, to seep and slides to the person’s arms. They have emotions. Why was I not born as they are…
A year passed by, he recovered from his accident. My master is mute. As he can’t speak, I can see it in my master’s eyes. The green, wonderful pupil submerges with an emerald highlight. He is carrying me along since he was a child. As tiny as I am, I see the world spacious, as I seem so miniature. Every day, I see my masters display, my heart sounds warm, when you hear his steps closer. Every time he carries me around caressing my furry fluffy surface; they adapt his heat of his palms to my lingering sensations. To my waist, as he touches my ears, makes this flush that arouses to my cheeks. He even gave me a name, a name of my own. A name that segregates me to the rest, and it makes me itches this heart beat in me. And restored the missing eye I lost in the factory and gave me this nice, adorable ribbon on my neck.
When he doesn’t want to hang out with me, he always puts me to his treasure chest with the other toys. Each month torn by, as days passed to my existence on this earth, He always brings me with his mother when sipping coffee in a cafe and strolling outside, keeping me tucked in with his sling bag. He showed me the world’s genuine beauty, the pain, the happiness, the soars within the people I have met. The collections of hands that keep me as he introduces me to his friends, and the feeling of being accepted once again. Master becomes busier these days and impatient.
Although he always puts me on display near a ledge near the window. It makes me happy, as he works, while the sunlight streams and feeds the snowy white furry texture. The hue of yellow gleam compliments the brown cotton shirt of mine, similar to a knitted scarf. I mesmerize to my master’s yearnings, to his scars and to his tender. I’m happy to see him, yet he’s not giving attention to me as much these days. But! Who cares? He is here, and I am here to make my master smile. He fixed my life, and I want to fix his. Alway’s hanging along on the ledge, seeing time to time, his room is changing as the calender sets anew. To the day he was in a hospital, to the day where he grew. To check the rooms, and furnitures in a stop motion with thousands of destination of memories saves pictures in my life.
As he grew older, he went home with a beaten face, and blood dropping his forehead. Master! I silently speak, but he cannot hear me. Yet I was burst in tremors to cry as he picks me up. To remember the warmth of his chest, on the first day I met him, and the tight hug me embraces to me between his arms. And I want to help him on this day. I cried inside the soul, inside me seeing my battered master falls, as his strength plucked weaker. He blows his words in a grieving air, to my ears “Y… you are my o… only friend, and you are the one I only trust. Sorry If I don’t can lift myself.”. As he leaves outside his room, I want to make myself shine, as I was alone. I don’t want to waste this chance for me to put my heart with him in my dearest. To put that form on his lips tug in joy.
Master cannot notice the indications I give, so with my best i try to stand and walk with my soft feet on the ground. Even in the terrible times, and the thundering seas in his mind, I want my master to smile. With effort, I got a pen and a paper and write the strokes with my love for my master. Last, I gave a letter as he came back, and say, ”Thank you for being with me Master, Your Teddy bear”. As his sister enters his room, she screams in to the peak of her lungs! MOM!! THE TEDDY BEAR MOVES ON ITS OWN!!
© Dream With Me
