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The World Around Us

whisper to the rain-strung sky

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It’s one of those kinds of days again. Just like yesterday. And the day before, and the day before that. The sky is tense, as if unsure whether to give up its swollen belly of rain. Stray water droplets escape from the clouds and coalesce in a smoky, silver fog glittering between tree branches.

On the other side of the cold glass window, delicate leaflets billow in brilliant yellow; they are restless canaries weaving and darting through the wind. The fading colour of the flaxen leaves is still so painfully vibrant, a careless splatter of colour on the dull green from the dying summer. They remind me of nostalgic tears, a lament in the wind, of being trapped in the perpetual cycle of dying and living.

There, propped under the crumbling golden canopy is something lonely and forgotten—a rusty bike. Like wistful memories, it leans quietly, unobtrusively in the shadows, in calm waiting. Perhaps someday a hand will wrap around the worn handles and slowly breathe lively life back into its rusted joints.

Inside, under my fingers the tired tables are rough with scratches. It is a battlefield pitted with old conversations, the pale illegible scribbles scars from idle amusement. The still air is strange with the complex musings of humans mixed with the simple swirling aroma of cooking and baking.

The shadows stretch and shiver in an eerie dance. I blink in surprise and look back outside. The leaves are gone now, off to fly across the world. Strange, contorting shadows are playing across the escarpment, dancing puppets of the restless clouds far above the scattered gold. Playing a game of hide-and-seek, the sun darts across the feathered shreds of blue like a wily child, teasing the world with a few seconds of radiant sunlight. Another flock of canary leaves flutter through the sky in aureate flecks. The leaves seem to glow, as if they are the shooting stars that fell in love with the trees. These, instead of soaring through the limitless sky, drift in listless monotone toward the ground, forever to be embraced by earth.

A sudden gust of wind shakes the few remain leaves on the branches into a flutter of frenzy, trembling in another desperate run away from home. If I press my ear to the bitterly cold window, I can hear to wondering whisper of leaves on the wind. The pensive echo in the empty sky, that is as deep and raw as the warm spring rain, the patient sound of a flower being cut. It is an augury of the cruel storm that is just on the horizon.

(Written at school for an English descriptive essay assignment)

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The Dark Side of Young Adult Fiction

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Take a look at this: The Dark Side of Young Adult Fiction

I found these — Ah, I suppose you would them debates? — recently, and thought this one was actually the perfect depiction of our current society:

“We might pummel them with advertising that says they should buy a new iPod, or Xbox, or Droid XYZ, and that everything in the world is shiny and delightful — but whether we’re looking at the loss of biodiversity, or the depletion of cheap and easily accessible energy, or the hazards of global warming, our children will inherit a world significantly depleted and damaged in comparison to the one our parents handed down to us. And they know it.”

Considering that I myself am one of the people getting pummeled with such ads and hearing about global warming, etc. everyday, I would think that at least others — meaning “they”, me, the next generation — would also know about the simple, point-blank danger of our future. But I’m wrong. Everyday, walking down the halls of my school, what do I see? True, there isn’t as much drugs and such pointless amenities as stereotyped at my school, but still, it’s obvious no one really cares to take time in their lives just to contemplate the matter of a damaged world. Of course, I’m not saying that no one cares; of course there’s lots of people out there who are trying to do something about this. The problem is the other half of society that is purposefully ignorant and too caught up in their own life to see what’s happening around them.

Ok. I’ll stop it, my little rant.

Hah, someone commented: “Welcome to The New Dark Ages”. May it be true or not, it’s up to you to decide. I’m just stating my opinion. The only thing I request of you, my dear internet friends, is to take a good look at the news everyday, or read not just the front page of the newspaper. Observe the world and decide for yourself if this society needs some serious help.

P.S. I just realized something strangely ironic. You know, me posting this post and even just using the computer is comsuming energy. Of course we can’t so easily let go of our everyday technological needs — after all, this is is the 21st century, when technology is flourishing — but perhaps we should start adding to our daily automatic habits the act of perhaps just listening, listen to the call of the world, and attempt to do something. Actually, my challenge to you today is to … save. Save food, save money, save time, etc.