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The Night Slowly Came
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Write a story based on this famous excerpt from The Night Slowly Came by Kate Chopin:
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer…Yet here I am driving through this endless route of people that are no better than the trash can outside my house getting red and rusty with the rain and sun.
Whenever I look out from my window,I wonder why this Earth,blue and green shown in the solar system chart in my 4th grade classroom,is turning into uttermost disgrace ? but who am I to judge when I am,myself the part of this planet.And whenever I touch the pages of a book with my fingertips,I withhold the deepest desire to turn into a pen that scribbles the most beautiful of words,yet here I am, nothing infront of me but the deep saltire azure sky,asking my permission to turn into deep black.
I don't give orders around here but if it would really ask me,I would never ever want the night to return back to the day.A world indulged in the beauty of death coloured sky,stars shining and shimmering like the jewels in the crown of Queen Elizabeth,and a moon that would race the entire time with the kids in my neighborhood.Yes,a perfect picture of peace upholds in my mind when there would be no sun,no single ray reaching my house or the other twenty in this area.Haha,what a chaotic world it would be with no sunbathing near the beach and no flowers to dance while facing the sun,no suntans on the bodies and no heatstrokes,no reason to get out of the house and meet the people you don't ever want to meet.
People,weird than the garlic jam my grandmother made and stranger than the playstation games my brother played.Those two things are still understandable even though one make my stomach upset and one makes my ears hurt with all that gun shooting sounds,but thats not the point here ! Point is I cannot seem to understand people.Whenever I take a step outside,I feel that I don't belong here,in this materialistic world where everyone wants to go ahead of each other and replace every old thing with the new one.
No,I don't want to go ahead,I want to stay where I am,with the people I love,and holding onto those old pictures that are now stained with deep brown patches and clinging on to stones from the first ever necklace my mother brought for me.Counting the stars from here rather than to think about creating a spaceship and damn fly into the space,thats the simple life I require for myself.Just breathe in and breathe out,no hard feelings,no rush of adrenaline,no power bank ready to charge you when you are out of strength.When you are out,you are out.You are no sewing machine in the hands of this cruel world who would never stop working on you until all your nuts and bolts loose down.
And....that was all I used to think until I met him,the one with hazel eyes,sitting on the bench of the park, numerous of my neighborhood kids surrounding him, watching him make a sparrow out of a yellow origami paper.It was no big sight.It was nothing abnormal.Yet what he said afterwards,made me realize that from this day now I am going to be entrapped in this endless morning, waiting hopelessly for nights to came,yet it never came back to me ever again....
~Sakura Sakka
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Write a story based on this famous excerpt from The Night Slowly Came by Kate Chopin:
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Someone has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor men; they make me suffer…Yet here I am driving through this endless route of people that are no better than the trash can outside my house getting red and rusty with the rain and sun.
Whenever I look out from my window,I wonder why this Earth,blue and green shown in the solar system chart in my 4th grade classroom,is turning into uttermost disgrace ? but who am I to judge when I am,myself the part of this planet.And whenever I touch the pages of a book with my fingertips,I withhold the deepest desire to turn into a pen that scribbles the most beautiful of words,yet here I am, nothing infront of me but the deep saltire azure sky,asking my permission to turn into deep black.
I don't give orders around here but if it would really ask me,I would never ever want the night to return back to the day.A world indulged in the beauty of death coloured sky,stars shining and shimmering like the jewels in the crown of Queen Elizabeth,and a moon that would race the entire time with the kids in my neighborhood.Yes,a perfect picture of peace upholds in my mind when there would be no sun,no single ray reaching my house or the other twenty in this area.Haha,what a chaotic world it would be with no sunbathing near the beach and no flowers to dance while facing the sun,no suntans on the bodies and no heatstrokes,no reason to get out of the house and meet the people you don't ever want to meet.
People,weird than the garlic jam my grandmother made and stranger than the playstation games my brother played.Those two things are still understandable even though one make my stomach upset and one makes my ears hurt with all that gun shooting sounds,but thats not the point here ! Point is I cannot seem to understand people.Whenever I take a step outside,I feel that I don't belong here,in this materialistic world where everyone wants to go ahead of each other and replace every old thing with the new one.
No,I don't want to go ahead,I want to stay where I am,with the people I love,and holding onto those old pictures that are now stained with deep brown patches and clinging on to stones from the first ever necklace my mother brought for me.Counting the stars from here rather than to think about creating a spaceship and damn fly into the space,thats the simple life I require for myself.Just breathe in and breathe out,no hard feelings,no rush of adrenaline,no power bank ready to charge you when you are out of strength.When you are out,you are out.You are no sewing machine in the hands of this cruel world who would never stop working on you until all your nuts and bolts loose down.
And....that was all I used to think until I met him,the one with hazel eyes,sitting on the bench of the park, numerous of my neighborhood kids surrounding him, watching him make a sparrow out of a yellow origami paper.It was no big sight.It was nothing abnormal.Yet what he said afterwards,made me realize that from this day now I am going to be entrapped in this endless morning, waiting hopelessly for nights to came,yet it never came back to me ever again....
~Sakura Sakka
© All Rights Reserved
