The Road

this was ment to be a poem, but i changed it into a story, but its the 6th in my class writing.

I am standing on a road.

This road is dark, althought the sky is pink and orange with a rising sun. Its a dirt road, cold and hard in the middle of nowhere, Alaska.

I see, on my road, a train track with possibly thousands of roaps near it. I see somthing very faintly colored, a tan orange kitten.

I look to the right and i see a small child, weeping for somthing near her frightens her. I look to the left and i see that thing that frightens her, and it frightens me too. Its cold and hard. A body, but it is truly alive, just lying on the ground. Its not the prettiest thing.

I listen carefully and hear that small child cry, and not with happiness. I hear that most ugly creature near me whisper somthing i can not make out. I listen, for in the distance i hear scared cries from that poor little kitten.

I smell rubber, from the ropes. I smell fire, from somewhere in the distance, thinking it is the train.

I feel the cold air of Alaska. I feel my heart beat as the small child cries.

Why am i out here? I think i was drawn here. I saw the road when i opened my eyes, and i was just here.

I was with my cousin, before i appered here, shopping and having fun. Then my cousin started crying. I tried to comfort her, but nohting worked so i sat on the bench, closed my eyes, and now im here.

I go up to the little girl. I try to comfort her, just like i did my cousin, but again nothing worked. I looked up at her, in her red eyes and realized it was my cousin, when she was five. The creature next t me groans, hisses, and whispers something that starts wiht a F, and i still cant make it out. I, terrified, run to the small kitten. As i hold it, something makes me realize why i am out here. I stick the kitten in my purse, with a hole left in it so it can breath, and it begins to purr.

This road, i believe, is an imagination. If i try to escape, it will not go away. I must think about nothing, then i will return to my weeping cousin.

I feel emotionally, sad. That poor kitten has made me realize why my imagination, or so i believe, is full of sadness. Its sort of a failure, this imagination, because it has tried to make this girl happy and the moster pretty, but unsuccessfully failing, so they end up here. I guess i failed to help realize why my cousin was crying. The mosnter got louder, as i walked passed it and it was saying: Failure, Fail, Failure: over and over. I want out of my imagination. Its making me realize so much more sadness, but i can not stop feeling this way. I can not escape.

Author's Note

kinda creepy. we were given directions like: where, when, how, what, and so on.
soo here it is. it was supposed to be a poem, but i turend it into a story.