David P



The thing that I carry

Walking in that incline hell, trying to get to the top, to see the rising sun take over the dark blue sky, and replace the white big bright mirror.  While going up, I could smell the morning flowers, hear the river going down the hill and making its way between the rocks.  I could feel the sharp rocks under my feet, while feeling the cold and fresh wind surrounding me.  When I looked up, I could see a deep and dark ocean, and shiny pearls floating all over it.  When I got to the top, Bam! I saw the bright fire coming out between the mountains.  While the wind was getting hotter and the night getting brighter, my eyes were getting full of light and color.  Standing there, holding the cross that my grandparents gave me, I knew I was in the right place at the right time.  I was going to keep that moment in my mind, forever and for always.

           





               
                   My vignette is when I climb a mountain while the night and the day where one.






Walking with my grandfather for last time.

walking with grandfather at the road next to the river.  He graved my hand and said, "David promises  me that you are going to strong and good".  I look in his eyes and said, "I promise".  I didn't know why he said that.  He hand me a cross made out of gold and a smile.  I knew that it wasn't good that he gave me that cause he has it since he was 15 years old. At the next morning my grandmother calls and whit a gentle voice says to my mom,"Your father just died in bed".  When my mom told me that I ran to my room and hold the cross in my hands, and with tears I scream "WHY?!" to the best partner in my room... the lonely nest. I broke the promise I did to him, because I couldn't be strong enough to hear what my mom told me... I guess I wasn't ready for that. I have a long way to go, I wish he was here to go with me on that road.

           

my vignette talks of the last time I saw my grandfather, and he gave me something to remember him.

2 comments:

  1. I like the line “Walking in that incline hell, trying to get to the top, to see the rising sun take over the dark blue sky, and replace the white big bright mirror.” This is a very descriptive sentence with metaphor. On your first vignette, you have very descriptive scene of when you were climbing. One your second one, I definitely feel your sadness.

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  2. David P: i very much enjoyed the descriptive picture your words paint in my mind. Good use of vocabulary. The struggle of climbing with sharp rocks under your feet really help my imagination take me into the story. My favorite line: I saw the bright fire coming out between the mountains .

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