an old writing project i love!
This was a writing assinment in english 10th grade year. And I just found it on my computer. I am very proud of this, and my teacher and classmates loved it. The assinment was to connect yourself with an inanimate opject.
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Ashton Larson
Period 4
March 29, 2004
Amputated Finger
I am as a mirror. Strong and tall, as a mirror is a hard shell surrounds me the kind that only few people are let through to see my true self. I see the truth, corruption, and what is really going on; and I speak it, not aware of the continuances. Then I am punished for speaking my mind and unveiling the truth. Like a mirror, I am usually forgotten about, and as I stand in front of them, I am merrily pushed away. Mirrors are cold and stubborn people, and also hard to understand.
Not all mirrors are cold. There are the carnival mirrors which show distorted images that make you laugh. I am like that too; I can reflect to you what your true personality is, and hope that you do not get mad, or I can tell you the same thing in a different way and make you laugh about it. You may not notice it thou.
If hit, I may shatter, sharp parts of me falling as thou crying. But what others may consider as ‘trash’ I use against them. Those sharp objects to me are now weapons. Now that you have hurt me, I shall hurt you, maybe not in the sudden way that you can see, but after time you will realize that miniature shard that you thought was trash, is now an infection. In other words, do not harm me, unless you do not mind getting hurt too.
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Ashton Larson
Period 4
March 29, 2004
Amputated Finger
I am as a mirror. Strong and tall, as a mirror is a hard shell surrounds me the kind that only few people are let through to see my true self. I see the truth, corruption, and what is really going on; and I speak it, not aware of the continuances. Then I am punished for speaking my mind and unveiling the truth. Like a mirror, I am usually forgotten about, and as I stand in front of them, I am merrily pushed away. Mirrors are cold and stubborn people, and also hard to understand.
Not all mirrors are cold. There are the carnival mirrors which show distorted images that make you laugh. I am like that too; I can reflect to you what your true personality is, and hope that you do not get mad, or I can tell you the same thing in a different way and make you laugh about it. You may not notice it thou.
If hit, I may shatter, sharp parts of me falling as thou crying. But what others may consider as ‘trash’ I use against them. Those sharp objects to me are now weapons. Now that you have hurt me, I shall hurt you, maybe not in the sudden way that you can see, but after time you will realize that miniature shard that you thought was trash, is now an infection. In other words, do not harm me, unless you do not mind getting hurt too.