Vignette written for my AP English course; the subject was supposed to be personal, thus, it is about reading.FairytalesWords on a page that say everything, nothing, anything – ten billion things but there’s always an end: the fact of life. There’s always an end and it always ends well because it is summertime and snowing, a painted world in pale watercolor or maybe pen and ink but not pencil because that erases. There’s always a slain dragon or a passionate kiss or a confession and justice that’s solid and real like the kitchen table, that doesn’t slip through fingers like sand or water or time. And when it’s all said and done there’s walking off into the sunset and the promise of a fulfilling eternity, words whispered “and they all lived…” Maybe that’s why, now and then, the world seems wrong.Ten years old and it’s easy to believe that you’ll have loved and lost before you’re sixteen, that you’ll die a young, beautiful, tragic twenty-three, that the world is what you want it to be and only that. Easy to see life confined to a simple plot with “the end” scrawled in Edwardian script on page 107, conclude story.Timbers lashed shoddily together in a makeshift raft fall apart, though, and no one is ten years old forever. I never believed in it and while I fall asleep over Lolita my mother reads Nora Roberts late into the night. She says it without saying it.The villain sometimes wins, sometimes loses, sometimes ties but the victories are always pyrrhic. There’s always an after, except when there isn’t, and the falling action sometimes falls a little too far because your life – mine – whoever’s can’t be defined by an inverted U. Present tense only. Secret: I cannot write in the past.Juxtaposition: after, happily ever.
Very interesting and I agree.
Very beautiful. I love the imagery, and I agree.