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Competitive writing piece I wrote as a teen

The Dreams of Reality (Part IV - Final)

…She blinks several times before realizing she is back in the same room she started.  Yet, it seems different, full of sunshine and hope.  It’s a beautiful day and she has a sudden desire to go on a stroll and meet new people.  On her way out she passes by a mirror and glances into it, noticing that there is a smile on her face.

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Competitive writing piece I wrote as a teen

The Dreams of Reality (Part III)

…Then there are the streets, or are they streets?  The roads aren’t paved and she notices there are no cars.  The citizens walk wherever they need to go, and when they do, they are strolling, as if in no hurry at all.  The land is mostly grass and flowers, but the paths that the people walk on are pearl-like stones, maybe opals.  She senses the need to say goodbye; she can feel that her departure is coming.  She glances quickly to see if anyone is watching her, then squats down to touch the smooth, pale path stones that she stands upon.  She hopes this may give her good luck.  Then, she went to the flowers to smell their aroma.  The scent made her feel light-headed and her fears seemed to drift out of her in order to encourage her to discover new changes and make new attitudes.  Finally, she goes over to one of the people who are involved in a conversation and shakes his warm hand.  The person doesn’t even question, he just accepts the kind gesture and smiles.  She feels a warmth on her face, and closes her eyes to soak it in…

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Competitive writing piece I wrote as a teen

The Dreams of Reality (Part II)

…It’s not just perfect, it’s heavenly.  She stands, and the first distinctive thing she notices is that she isn’t alone. People are talking, and it isn’t the usual babel.  Instead, the words are melodic, as if their voices are a group of birds chanting only their best tunes.  Not one of them is secluded.  After observing this humanity, she decides to have a look around.  Above her there is a dense blue with white clouds that look as of someone carefully distributed them in the air to make a beautiful picture to gaze up at.  The air itself is so light, she feels as if she cannot get enough of it.  The buildings around her are not weathered, and they aren’t compacted close together like those where she came from.  They have individual special aspects.  There are the flowers that are so gorgeous, she doesn’t even want to pick one for fear of taking away a precious beauty that belongs within this world.  The colors are so pure and so simple, but she knows she wouldn’t be able to make these colors with all the paints on Earth…

Part I

Competitive writing piece I wrote as a teen

The Dreams of Reality (Part I)

She stood in the night, contemplating her own shadow, noticing how cold it is against the wall.  Her gaze at the shadow makes her wonder if she’ll ever be safe anymore, in a world that is confined only to sadness and disaster.  She shrugs and replies to herself, “maybe.”  As she paces to the other side of the darkness, she reaches out for comfort.  Yet, she only finds a solitary wooden bed placed in the corner of the dim, blue room.  Her decision is to grasp the only feeble warmth in the place.  To her, it feels as if this bed is the only warmth in the world.  She lazily slips into the covers like a frosty hand into a pocket of an oversized coat.  The moment her head reclines on to the pillow, she escapes the destitute reality and enters the essence of her dreams…