im in a funny moood so i thought id try to write a short story.
The Class Ring
Once so full of shine, watching the sky sparkle off its cut out stone. blue as the eyes of the man who once wore it. the man who once tried to fight years of work to earn somethign that gives title. gives rank. alone now sitting on a shelf. years eairlier it was sitting flat under a book and next to a decaying toy at the bottom of a box left forgotten in storage. the sheen of the band slowly wearing itself down over the years of neglect looking more liek the thigns it was never ment to be. the cheaper not as high ranked rings that tell others only that they are enough to get by. not a ring of class. not a ring of authority. but years gone by the wearer hardly touchs the ring. slowly holds it from time to time. letting himself feel the weight of something he longs to correct. letting the absolut solid force of it bore down into his past. the hand it never fit. the girl who never wanted it. the boy who never earned it. the star jewel that once was a small fire burning all day and night liek a small sun that never went out now stands cracked from the years of neglect.the name on the inside no longer legible. just a blur of somethign once standing out. like the owner it never got the chance it felt it deserved to be out and shown. maybe it had the chance and missed it, it thinks. maybe it came too late. it never got the chance to know befor eit had to leave. "leaving so soon?", it would ask the boy. and the boy never gave the ring a real answer. somehow he always seemd to avoid directily staring at this ring. the ring was, after all, somethign he was not. a solid sign of respect.the boy grew to hate the ring almost as much as he yerned for it. but years went by and still lok holds the ring crying at night wishing for the ability to right what he could not. the right to wear this ring.at times he woudl try to wear it agin but it never quite fit him. never was for him, although nether the ring or the man would ever bring up this though. "sometimes", the man would say,"i want so bad for the things that i could never have, when the thigns i really wanted were right here in front of me...things like you old ring." but actions alwasy spoke louder. the box sat molded over form the heat of summers past and still the ring sat waiting for the moment to see the sun again. to shine with everything it had left to give. now sitting on the mantle watching the man the once looked as bright as the ring itself, now frail and solom. the trmble in the mans hands that night as the ring rememberd all of this was a sign of somethign being answerd long overdue. the answer to the whys and the hows and the whens. never being what he could have been or should have been the man slowly circled his old leathery thumb over the jewel. breathing a musty cloud on the ring to wipe away some remaining spot that recently found its way to the relic, the man sighed. he told the ring that night he was sorry but wouldnt be able to hold it much longer. that nobody would.the ring was one of the only ones left form that year. many of its brothers had died in a war, lost in greed, or sat falling apart lost at the bottom of a sewer or the sea. never once did the ring think it a fake. belonging to a man never bearing the right to wear somethign to pure. somethign so honest. the owner too scared to leave for the war. to afraid to take it anywhere where it mgiht be seen and judged. the ring was always too heavy for the man to carry. and finally hearing the mans words upon its dust covered jewel hurt. it took the last remaining shine from the jewel, just as it did from the man who held it. as the ring fell it coudl only remain silent. silent for the years of waitng. the years of hope. the throught that it too was the pride of a winner. not of a lazy nobody. the ring stayed silent for the fall. seeign everything it ever had flicker out just as fast as it had inighted. the last thing the ring saw befor eit hit the floor was the man's eyes. the same blue that once held the flicker for life. that same shine that told anybody and everybody the wonders of everything big and small. the same eyes slowly go dark. the man joining the ring on the floor seconds after the ring stoped so did the gental breathing of the man. a soft im sorry going out to somethign now as cold as the air in the room.the ring no longer felt these things. the ring had stopped the moment it knew. now only a jewel broken in half set into a decaying metal band. surrounded by a school name it never knew. a figer it never fit. a girl how never wanted it, and a boy who never earned it. and now the man that never was honest to it. slowly the light faded from the fire. turnign both the jewel and the man's lgith out for the last time. the soft sorrys only being hear by the walls. walls with only pictures of frieds. friends that the man once knew and pushed so hard to go on and live. pictures of peopel he once loved. pictures of him as the boy that was so full of life. in the middle of them all a lone picture, by far the smallest of them all watched the man fall silent on the floor. saw the ring fall and break. saw the answer that should have been found years before. "a cirlce of friends" was the pictures name. bearing true to its name a group of the boys friends with him standing to the side. on everyones finger was the one thign the boy never really had. each one of the peopel now staring blank wore a ring. their ring. rings that sang of autority and rank. rings that sang out spells of light and laugher mixed. rings that to this day tell only of how far they have come and the power of the one who earn the right to ware it. rings that were matched to the same colour of those who wore them. bright as the summer sky and as deep and a harvest moon. real rings. THEIR rings. which was somethign that was never just bough. it was just somethign that you had to earn. which was somethign that can never be faked. only understood over time. adn that time just never came to the man back when he was a boy. back when they all had rings. class rings.
sorry abotu that kinda rambled on there but as msot of my friends know im no writer. in fact im not even goign to go over my typos cause i suck that much lol. but if you guys out there take the time to read it and like it or hate it or anythign really do tell me what you though of it. i would like to know.
Once so full of shine, watching the sky sparkle off its cut out stone. blue as the eyes of the man who once wore it. the man who once tried to fight years of work to earn somethign that gives title. gives rank. alone now sitting on a shelf. years eairlier it was sitting flat under a book and next to a decaying toy at the bottom of a box left forgotten in storage. the sheen of the band slowly wearing itself down over the years of neglect looking more liek the thigns it was never ment to be. the cheaper not as high ranked rings that tell others only that they are enough to get by. not a ring of class. not a ring of authority. but years gone by the wearer hardly touchs the ring. slowly holds it from time to time. letting himself feel the weight of something he longs to correct. letting the absolut solid force of it bore down into his past. the hand it never fit. the girl who never wanted it. the boy who never earned it. the star jewel that once was a small fire burning all day and night liek a small sun that never went out now stands cracked from the years of neglect.the name on the inside no longer legible. just a blur of somethign once standing out. like the owner it never got the chance it felt it deserved to be out and shown. maybe it had the chance and missed it, it thinks. maybe it came too late. it never got the chance to know befor eit had to leave. "leaving so soon?", it would ask the boy. and the boy never gave the ring a real answer. somehow he always seemd to avoid directily staring at this ring. the ring was, after all, somethign he was not. a solid sign of respect.the boy grew to hate the ring almost as much as he yerned for it. but years went by and still lok holds the ring crying at night wishing for the ability to right what he could not. the right to wear this ring.at times he woudl try to wear it agin but it never quite fit him. never was for him, although nether the ring or the man would ever bring up this though. "sometimes", the man would say,"i want so bad for the things that i could never have, when the thigns i really wanted were right here in front of me...things like you old ring." but actions alwasy spoke louder. the box sat molded over form the heat of summers past and still the ring sat waiting for the moment to see the sun again. to shine with everything it had left to give. now sitting on the mantle watching the man the once looked as bright as the ring itself, now frail and solom. the trmble in the mans hands that night as the ring rememberd all of this was a sign of somethign being answerd long overdue. the answer to the whys and the hows and the whens. never being what he could have been or should have been the man slowly circled his old leathery thumb over the jewel. breathing a musty cloud on the ring to wipe away some remaining spot that recently found its way to the relic, the man sighed. he told the ring that night he was sorry but wouldnt be able to hold it much longer. that nobody would.the ring was one of the only ones left form that year. many of its brothers had died in a war, lost in greed, or sat falling apart lost at the bottom of a sewer or the sea. never once did the ring think it a fake. belonging to a man never bearing the right to wear somethign to pure. somethign so honest. the owner too scared to leave for the war. to afraid to take it anywhere where it mgiht be seen and judged. the ring was always too heavy for the man to carry. and finally hearing the mans words upon its dust covered jewel hurt. it took the last remaining shine from the jewel, just as it did from the man who held it. as the ring fell it coudl only remain silent. silent for the years of waitng. the years of hope. the throught that it too was the pride of a winner. not of a lazy nobody. the ring stayed silent for the fall. seeign everything it ever had flicker out just as fast as it had inighted. the last thing the ring saw befor eit hit the floor was the man's eyes. the same blue that once held the flicker for life. that same shine that told anybody and everybody the wonders of everything big and small. the same eyes slowly go dark. the man joining the ring on the floor seconds after the ring stoped so did the gental breathing of the man. a soft im sorry going out to somethign now as cold as the air in the room.the ring no longer felt these things. the ring had stopped the moment it knew. now only a jewel broken in half set into a decaying metal band. surrounded by a school name it never knew. a figer it never fit. a girl how never wanted it, and a boy who never earned it. and now the man that never was honest to it. slowly the light faded from the fire. turnign both the jewel and the man's lgith out for the last time. the soft sorrys only being hear by the walls. walls with only pictures of frieds. friends that the man once knew and pushed so hard to go on and live. pictures of peopel he once loved. pictures of him as the boy that was so full of life. in the middle of them all a lone picture, by far the smallest of them all watched the man fall silent on the floor. saw the ring fall and break. saw the answer that should have been found years before. "a cirlce of friends" was the pictures name. bearing true to its name a group of the boys friends with him standing to the side. on everyones finger was the one thign the boy never really had. each one of the peopel now staring blank wore a ring. their ring. rings that sang of autority and rank. rings that sang out spells of light and laugher mixed. rings that to this day tell only of how far they have come and the power of the one who earn the right to ware it. rings that were matched to the same colour of those who wore them. bright as the summer sky and as deep and a harvest moon. real rings. THEIR rings. which was somethign that was never just bough. it was just somethign that you had to earn. which was somethign that can never be faked. only understood over time. adn that time just never came to the man back when he was a boy. back when they all had rings. class rings.
sorry abotu that kinda rambled on there but as msot of my friends know im no writer. in fact im not even goign to go over my typos cause i suck that much lol. but if you guys out there take the time to read it and like it or hate it or anythign really do tell me what you though of it. i would like to know.