Thursday, January 24, 2013

My Giant Leap of Faith...


[I am about to try to post a story, started by me, to begin as a tale to be added to by all of you, and that is exactly what I want from you your expertise of your own vivid imaginations with all your creativity that you can muster up to expel, shall we begin? Here goes nothing, or I really do hope, something really big and great with all of yours help! My leap of faith in all of you, please don’t let me down…Notice the comments area below on this page that is where you can add in your next prose to this allegory unfinished…. The first lines are prophetic to my own needs from you.] Help me, help me, oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee help me! My days are numbered. My life is not one that you would want… I am being held against my will…are you there? Oh please be there. No one knows what is going on; to the outside world all looks ‘normal’ with my lithe body of a ballet dancer and flaxen hair and eyes that I have been told that are the color of the sea on a calm day, a bluish green. I am nearing thirty years on this plane being not that far from when all my future hopes shall be lost forever more. But believe me when I say that I am here not due to my own desires, but to take care of his… I am a slave to his wants and his needs… Do this, do that is all I ever hear. I have scars that are deep, within my soul, thankfully none visible from my outer shell, but torturing me way down inside, I think you may understand, at least I would like to think so. And to think that less than a year ago how much simpler my life had been… I was a success in my life doing what I loved to do. It was not that exciting or wealth making, but I loved doing it just the same. What it did do for me was make me feel useful, be it capable and it all clarified my thinking to be my best, since I was helping others to be their best too. All in all I was someone that had others respect and caring concern to succeed; I was an elementary school teacher, of the fifth grade, ten and eleven year olds, where I could make a real difference. A wonderful responsibility that I undertook with enthusiasm and wide-eyed optimism, fresh out of college seven and a half years ago with a desire to change the world for the better, one child at a time. Little did I know what was coming my way in a vivid horrid change to my existence beyond my own and any others’ thinking within two months after of my anniversary of the sixth year of my teachings? To my memory, which is rather cloudy now on how this all began, but if I recall it was on a weekend that I was riding my bike to do some errands in the village. Oh, I forgot to mention where I was at the time, since now I have no idea where I am at this time… anyway… Where I was, it is called the Village of Camera alongside the sea of Glamora, quite picturesque, thus its name, albeit both letters ‘a’, at their ends is held long in their pronunciation, a lovely area not far, about twenty miles southeast from one of our largest cities in the uniony, called Tempera in the land of Calamari, which is on another waterway called the Sea of Noreturn. Any-who, but as I was saying, my life was rather mundane in the sense that all was common place. I would do my job weekly, molding young minds to know what was true and right with our world and to care for one another, etc. what all of us teachers were trained to do at the University of Tempera. When I had been nearly halfway through my weekend chores, stopping and dropping off my dry cleaning, getting my coffee at the “Daily Grinder’, where they also have wonderful baguettes to eat there or to take along after or when you have finished devouring their delish egg with cheese and ham on a muffin, the best; and I recommend it highly if you ever visit there. Newspapers are also quite abundant there too from all over our world, and yes, even from the ancient cities too of Lotus and Hayworth; gosh, they have worse politics than even Tempera! But as we all know, such is life. The more things we think change; they actually do stay the same. Oh, who am I? Allow me to introduce myself, I am, Yu Andme, a family name, let me assure you, not one of my choosing. If I had my druthers I would have chosen something more literary like Colera Espinosa or Oracle Clancy; I don’t suppose you recall their fame, as characters which is in the most famous of all time books of Carry Ousted’s, ‘The Family of the Tenth Power’? Ah, such is the memories of my times more of my likings of all is well and fine. Back to my last memories of my days as a ‘normal Cameraian’…I was riding my bike when all went black…and by the time I awoke I was here, which is nowhere. Am I dead or alive? Please tell me which. What is this hellon that I am existing in, just barely? [Now, remember, I am counting on all or any of you.]

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