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The waves marched in, endlessly, an army gathering forces to invade the beaches of the world. First one wave would charge in, rolling over dried sand and seaweed; but before it could retreat, a second would come blazing through, pushing the first higher, then a third, and fourth, and a fifth, until the numbers loose count and the army of the ocean is further and further upon the shores, and all wonder if it will ever fall back.



An annoying brother.

The forest was silent in its misery, everything quiet and still as the machines came to tame its wildness. The tall trees that had stood strong for many years, these mammoth beings ever stalwart in their silence, refused to bend to their new masters. They remained firm, holding on to the last vestiges of what they knew. However, even the mighty can fall. And fall they did. The melancholy creatures of the forest left their longtime home as a great wail rose up from the falling behemoths, a sound of mourning in a time of sorrow. And the wild forest was no longer.


A grandfather clock

Majestic yet powerful. Lights that fill the air like nature's own firework. Thunder that booms better than any drum. The rain that can build life and take it just as swiftly. That hidden promise of danger forces even the mightest of beings to take cover from the earth's cruel side, waiting until another day when the sun smiles.

The full moon.

A little girl shopping with her mother. She notices a beautiful doll on the shelve and tugs on her mother's dress. The mother looks down at her daughter and she points to the object. Her mother shakes her head and replys: "No honey, it's too expensive, maybe some other time." The girl's face turns from one with hope to a mean, i'm-so-going-to-kill-you look. She wails, she screams at the top of her lungs. People down the isle and around the next one peer over and stare at this child thinking, "What has her mother done?!" The mother tries to calm her child down, but finds no hope of this rampage ever letting up. As the girl continues to scream, she notices her mother walking down the isle, without her. Frightened, the little girl runs to her mother and pouts the whole way home.

A plane crash

Rows and rows of squares, held together by blood, sweat, and two dollar thread. There was a rhythm, a pattern. Blue, white, blue. Each patch a memory, a chapter in the story. For years and years, it sat on a bed. Time and time again, it's warmth provided comfort, safety sewn in the seams. But now it sits in a dark, abandoned storage closet, hoping to feel the warmth of a person; add another memory to its collection.

A breakup

Cold room. Steel bars. Concrete. The words of the judge sentenced a life long security. This security, however, is anything but comforting. Evil glares surround you as the sound of handcuffs hitting steel bars fills the thick, sweat stained air. The faces are not welcoming. Neither are the roommates. The hard bunk beds have scary men sitting on them. Big, nasty looking creatures. Their stories, better left untold. Their mucles, hopefully not to be used anytime soon. It's a better idea to sleep on the floor. Tonight, the handcuffs won't be the only thing uncomfortable.

Dice.

Step through the muddy sandbox. Shovels and anonymous small objects were carelessly left behind. The rain has washed them away. Puddles grow under the dripping swings. The sand has been kicked away. The bars of the jungle gym, already rusted, worn, and weathered, are being beaten by the storm. The sound of heavy water droplets hitting metal and rock surrounds you. The heavy scent of rain has completely drowned away this playground's former inhabitants.

A book.