Submitted by ezmey, 7/23/2010 10:09:00 AM [profile]
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PART1) With chalk in hand she wrote her name across a board once bare and then she sat behind her desk without a single care. And for fifteen minutes, she did not make a sound until the final student had settled down. Then she stood before them, and told them all her name and then politely asked each student to do the same. Then without hesitation, she took papers from a sack and placed them in two piles, one white, the other black and deliberately, quite slowly, with a slight, mischievous smile she began handing out the papers, up and down the aisle. And once each student had a piece; she continued within their sights to gather two piles of crayons, one black, the other white and then she took a painting, from behind her walnut desk. Then placed a painters smock, overtop her navy dress and to no one in particular, she spoke in peaceful tones, “I've been working on this painting, for years in my own home." She stood staring at the painting, its brilliant colors mixed as one upon a vast horizon. The presence of a sun it indeed was not a Rembrandt, a Picasso, or Michelangelo to say the least but it none the less was beautiful. Its presence spoke of peace and no doubt that lovely painting, had taken so much time for every color known to man, seemed to intertwine. And so it came with wonder, what they witnessed with surprise the act that took them all off guard. Done right before their eyes with finger paints now gathered, and opened on her desk she smeared the colors upon her hands in an entangled awful mess and then as though she'd lost her mind, she smeared her hands across the painting once so beautiful... Now a total loss it did not make a bit of since, they did not understand as they sat and watched their teacher, wipe the paints from off her hands and then she took the crayons, and went up and down the rows and handed to each student, the colors that she chose. "Now," she told her students, "I want you to create a picture filled with beauty, devoid of any hate." Mouths dropped open widely; mumbles filled the room and students looked to one another, as unasked questions seemed to loom for the students with white paper, were given crayons the same shade and the students with black crayons, had been given a raven-colored page and how could one create splendor, with no colors to mix and match. The students were quite certain, their teacher had left out most of the facts. “Teacher," a students voice was heard, "I'm not so sure I can", staring at the white crayon and the white paper in her hand. Silence overtook the room; it eerily crept about causing the teacher's gentle voice, to erupt into a shout, "You each share the same problem. You each possess the power to resolve." But only the students with open minds will have the ability to solve." Minutes ticked away, class was nearing to an end and not a single student, knew quite how to begin and when the bell rang out, and they hurried to their feet their teacher told them commandingly, to return back to their seats. "Before you leave this classroom, I think you each should know for this assignment you receive a failing grade, for you have no work to show. And tomorrow and the next day, your assignment shall be the same. And those who fail my class will have only themselves to blame." The next day and the following, students weren't quite sure what to do until at last, a solution, began to surface through when one student with his crayon, and paper both in black turned to the student behind him and asked.
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Submitted by mkm_1388, 7/17/2010 7:02:49 AM [profile]
Submitted by UchihaSavior, 7/1/2010 3:15:34 PM [profile]
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"They say that sometimes you have to build up your mind's shields to see who will break them down. But what happens if you build them too high?"
"Probably what's happened to me; you get left in solitude. It becomes too hard on those closest to you, it ruins lives. Worst thing is, yours is probably the one that was least affected. The one you thought would always be there for you is the one affected the most, the one ruined the most."
"And after that?"
"Some people never are the same, actually, no one is. And sometimes the one to finally break your mind's shields is your worst enemy."
- Me (Convo in my story)
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Submitted by UchihaSavior, 7/1/2010 2:58:15 PM [profile]
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Submitted by UchihaSavior, 6/30/2010 6:11:19 PM [profile]
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No memories of your friends can possibly be bad.
Because it's the time you spent together. Cherish that time because eventually one of you dies. The time you spend arguing, learn to forgive. Never let friends slip away. It'll ruin you.
- Me
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Submitted by UchihaSavior, 6/30/2010 5:55:20 PM [profile]
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I whipped around, catching his eyes. Dark blue, they were filled with fear and terror instantly as he stared at my tails, and then at my blood coated sleeves. In his eyes, it was like fear had become its own element, like the earth or wind elements. What I could see in his eyes were that he feared my attack on him like a small child feared the boogeyman.
- Me. It represents the most fear a person could feel. Sorry if wrong topic, there was no fear topic.
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Submitted by UchihaSavior, 6/30/2010 5:31:41 PM [profile]
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Sometimes when you're down, the person you least expected to be there is the one who pulls you back up. While the person you expected to be the first
to help you really is the first to walk out of your life.
Then they just come back expecting to be welcomed with open arms. Pathetic isn't it? That's why I hope never to be that depended on. That way I won't ever have to walk out of somebody's life.
- Me
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Submitted by ms.hkamp, 6/24/2010 1:32:08 PM [profile]
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