allegory

Three Dark Roses

Submitted by Julie on Sat, 05/30/2009 - 16:00

Don’t move. My eyes squeeze shut like a hiding child.  The air throbs with my enemy’s approach. Go away, goaway-goaway. Terror pulls the air from my lungs in an unwilling scream. Save me. Save me.

Dissonance presses against my heart; everything fades…

 

Flickering candlelight caresses my eyelids. “Abigail, can you hear me? Child?” Despite pain stabbing my body, relief floods my mind.  Scarlet streaks blur my vision as I open my eyes. 

Truth

Submitted by Sarah B. on Sat, 03/21/2009 - 23:53

One day, eight men came to a house in which there were many wonders. As they were being shown around, they came to a door with one word upon it: Truth.

Let us go inside, they said, for we all wish to know what this Truth may be.

Vines

Submitted by Heather on Fri, 11/07/2008 - 02:59

I am standing in a forest, but I can’t see the trees for the vines growing around me. Above me, below me, to all sides, the vines grow and block out the smallest glimpse I can have of the trees. The air is hot and stifling, but every now and then a breeze comes through. It smells sweet and flowery, and it lifts my sticky hair off my forehead. It shifts the vines for a second, and for that brief second I see into heaven. The vines close, cutting of the breeze, the forest, and the flowers. But the forest continues to call out to me.