The Truth to be Reckoned With

A 300 word essay that had to contain 18 specific words, phrases and numbers.

Fear, is an illusion, coned up by the ignorance of the mind.  It causes a person to stay put for thousands of years.  To never move out of comfort and discover new things, to understand an enemy and change their cruel ways on life.  But I can't blame them for their fear, for it's human nature to fear the unknown, a stronger force of life, yes I understand.  I was human once.  I was also cursed, twice, once that brought me to Aczume, land of the cursed; the secant was the finishing results of the first.  The scars that cress my body are filled pumping poison.  The sharks, Victoria and her assistant Lili who attacked me and sliced me open didn't think I would survive, or be left with these aliens of scars to wreck my blood, non less that it would turn my soul demonic.                    

                                            

But as I sit here in this damp tree that over looks the small camp thriving in the wedding ceremony under the moon, many things I've questioned before are answered.  Why the Shadow Warriors do what they do and why the demon persist on pushing this very fact to it's limits.  They're both doing what is necessary to survive, I don't blame them for the blood that they've spilt.  The rap music plays like fourteen trombones on F natural.  But everyone's still dancing to the beat in the middle of the camp.  There are decorations of white and black to symbolism the purity and straight, a table off to the side is loaded with fruit, cake and strawberry jam; a joke for the groom.  It fills the hunger in the party.  The bride dances with a monk in a zebra printed dress, which reminds me of Miami on the morning news in Nacia, the land of the living.  But there's still a feel of the Sahara Dessert: alone, dry, and without hope.  The pain and annoyance like having ingrown toenails excels as I watch my once good friends, Katie and Jared get mixed and lost in their own chemistry, wail the prophecy, their friend is cast away and branded as a murderer that holds a $400,000 reward over her head.  But now my life's story turns into depressing poetry.

Master Lock, you were a great tutor and friend, and a kind but firm demon.  You took me in when I was casted away, and taught me how to control my inner demon, spoke the truth of the blood moon, and the way of the demon.  But even you, who told me to keep an open mind and heart, still had no in doubt hate for the Warriors pledged by fear and pain.  We've both spilt out share of blood, bout yours was dealt out of revenge.  The small subject of the Warriors that should be treated as a question or parking ticket, you treated as fighting on a ski slope.  I don't blame you for going into sleep in you grave but I wish you could've seen the world the way I see it now.

I dream everyone would, but the reflection of reality only shows the one side they wish to see.  But I've been shown the light in this bloody battle field of ash, dust and smoke that has turned the 11:45 a.m. sky black.  I won’t fight for one side, I'll bring my own.  I walk away to start my unmade path, my new journey begins by fighting the true evil, the fear the pledges their minds.             

            

Author's Note

List of words that had to be used: aliens, sharks, the Sahara Desert, strawberry jam, dancing, a monk, a parking ticket, 11:45 a.m., wedding, fourteen trombones, a zebra, ski slopes, hunger, Miami, the morning news, chemistry, $400,00, and ingrown toenails.