Imagination Excersize

Through the long corridor, past the great wooden door, I walk into a field of long grass. And in the distance, a small apple tree lay. On the side of a small stream, next to a large, gray, smooth stone, was where the blossomed tree stood, blowing gently in the wind. In the far distance, there is a forest. A dark, thick forest. I try to stay away, but am pulled among by the curiosity building in my chest. It's almost pitch black band hard to walk through the undergrowth. As I draw nearer and nearer to my objective- a large, dead tree in the middle of a clearing-I find myself lost amongst the trees, never quite reaching the Dead tree. They all seem to be looking at me, watching. Then I see a shadowy figure. The face, oh the face of an angel. I do not know his name, but he is looking in my direction. I approach him and he does not move. When I reach him, his eyes, haunted and empty are searching for something unknown to me. Then he looks up to me. His piercing baby blues seem to be looking right through me, as if I wasn't really there. A bell sounds and he disappears into the black forest, leaving me alone. I am awestruck by his face. The face, oh the face. So familiar, but yet so unknown to me. I know not its name. I draw back to where I came from, finding my way easily enough, as if someone was guiding me through. Walking past the apple tree, past the rushing stream, and back into the wooden door that took me to such a strange place. I go through the door, closing it behind my waning footsteps. They will eventually fade away, and the strange wonderful place will once again be free of me. I do not look back, for if I do, I fear that it will be gone. All of the wonderful memories spent will never of happened. A dream, a nightmare. What ever you call it, it is not real. Just another dream. A dream in the sense that it has happened all before. And that it will happen again. Memalia is like that. The characters in Memalia are those that you have met, but forgotten; those you will meet in the future and will play an important role in your life; and those who have already played a very important role in your life indirectly. Pay attention, because the face, oh the face....is possible the most important thing you can learn in life.


Comments from the author:
Well, I wrote this during a short fiction lesson at Aquinas College in Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was fine arts day and schools all over the state were coming just to tour the campus and take a creative arts class offered for that day. Our high school was taking 9A(Freshman Honors English) classes to it for a measly $5. So I decided to go, and this was my second class that I chose. I first chose Poetry, but I'll tell about that in the poem I wrote. But anyways, Professor Gary Eberle, author of novel Angel Strings, and one of the professors at Aquinas, was our instructor for that class, short fiction. He had us do some relaxing and imagining for about 25 minutes, and then we wrote for about 10 minutes after that about the thing that we were imagining. And I was just imagining Memalia in one of my dreams that I have often. So this was a very...productive class for the writing of Memalia stories. And just for the record....one day I will incorporate all of my poems and stories about Memalia into one story and try to publish, hopefully. So, that was the story and explination of where this whole thing came from.
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