Storm 

By Elise Wang

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Light has fallen asleep. Mother dropped a 

blanket of ashes over the sailing skies. I yawn. 

Heavenly dew parts from above to nourish my dusty throat. 

My eyelids gravitate towards the earth, but the back of my mind 

tells me to watch. And listen. So I do. It is strange how time always 

devours me when I kindly leave it be. Tick, tock, tick—somewhere in the

land of pirates, the dark tides are rising to conquer—tock. My toes stir

up my very own whirlpool of sludge. Then it pulls me under. I raise my

gaze, as the sailing skies become a symphony. Woodwinds whistle 

freely through my earth-drenched hair. The base drums 

sound-the hour has come. I wish to hear

the full length of Mother’s

symphony

but my

eardrums fully 

object. So I rise and go back.

Crescendo. The symphony goes on- it is 

a wondrous but icy song. I can feel my bones,

Thrilling and shaking with every thrill. My right hand

grips the frosty doorknob. The Great War has begun—

BOOMCRACKBOOMBOOMCRACKBOOMBOOM...How

strange- there are constellations flickering on the back

of my eyelids. There is molten steel dripping from

my ears. There are needles ricocheting

within my skull. What is

happening? As

quickly as it

started,

it is over.

Light has awoken.

The symphony has ended. 

The War has struck its final blow. And

 I, brave soldier, return from battle in triumphant

 victory. As I glance back at the lonely battlefield, now bare

and silent, reminiscent thoughts engulf me. I remember green leaves

trembling as they wept for tomorrow, and lush meadow grasses sending

fragrant love notes to each other through the tear-streaked air. I remember

watching Mother drop blanket after blanket of ashes on to sailing skies, and 

how the whole world hushed down to watch Light fall in to sweet dreams.

Oh, how I wish to hear that symphony with my own ears again, and 

fight bravely in that beautiful War, just to feel the wood-

winds through my hair once more. Tick--somewhere

in the land of pirates the dark tides

have ceased to conquer—tock.

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