Rejection
The forgotten clench of his mothers warm embrace, lost him into a puzzle of thought.
A presence of isolation, A feeling he had once fought.
Standing alone in a crowded room; so loud, yet so quiet.
A quest to search for his beloved, conquering through the riot.
Putrid stenches getting rid of the aroma, the wintry shivers tearing through his under- developed spine.
The brittle glare of the man in white startled the young soul. It was 12:09.
The man in white gripped the sharp knife, exuding his vile mannerisms.
The young soul stepped backwards, falling into a stack of prisms.
He fell into a state of shock, petrified of this loneliness.
Like a small pawn, in this huge game of chess.
Numerous people were rushing around, pushing the youth.
Lights illuminating through the pitch black darkness in the booth.
‘’Tom, are you here?. Can you come to the counter?’’
Tom raced to the counter in a desperate search of hope. He found her.
Tom had lost his mother in Asda;
He had finally found his ma.
This is an interesting piece of work Rakulan. Well done!
ReplyDeleteYour writing is thoughtful and lyrical with some poignant and evocative imagery; you build tension well as you head towards a satisfying ending.
In your response, please answer the following questions:
• What are you, as a writer, saying about the theme of rejection in this piece? Do you have a message you want the reader to take away, or is your intention more ambiguous?
• Can you make any connections between the way the theme is explored in your story and in ‘Huckleberry Finn’?