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In A Perfect World

by: Rebecca Taylor

(written as a monologue for public speaking in high school).

Setting: Rose’s bedroom

Time: Present

Character: Rose, 16-year old girl

I’m looking in the mirror, in front of me,

In my room, all is quiet

When all of a sudden, an interesting thought,

Comes to mind, a perfect world.

What would a perfect world be like, if I invented it?

It’s seven o’clock, two hours until bedtime.

I get out my notebook,

And here’s what I write as I envision it,

A perfect world and what it would entail.

I still see problems but only with minor conflict,

For a world without some conflict would be,

A happily ever after without a story.

None the less, major pain would be invisible.

And what problems you or I have,

Can be fixed with some discussion and a little work.

Mainly though, problems would cease to exist.

Worries would be rather minor in life.

In my perfect world I see an end,

An end to all the prejudice and racism in the world.

Where everyone forgets,

Forgets about someone else’s colour, nationality, religion,

And so on, to me I do not see why these things,

Seem to matter to some people.

I’m telling you, it’s what’s inside that counts.

I want the pain that is caused by prejudice and racism

To end, you do not need it and,

Neither do I.

I want to see people getting along,

Shaking hands and talking and laughing together.

In my perfect world we would all be equal,

And all that matters would be our inner feelings.

Do you know what else I wish would end?

War and fighting and killing,

It al has to end, for there is no place for it,

In a perfect world, my perfect world.

It is all pointless, don’t you see!

There is no need for it, not for you or for me,

Not for anyone.

People dying and being hurt,

Just because people like you and I,

Lose our sense of reason and turn to violence,

Instead of trying to work out our problems with words!

Throw down your weapons, end this all.

We don’t need it,

And when you realize this,

You’ll see my perfect world,

Will have harmony and world peace.

I also want an end to poverty,

We don’t need millions of dollars to be happy,

Money will not even buy happiness,

But you and I and all the world,

Need necessities, food, clothing, shelter.

Why should some people have so much?

And some have to worry about getting these necessities?

Can’t you see how much this needs to end?

It’s got to go, it is no good.

Look into the future and imagine it,

Step into my perfect world and see it.

Can you see how happy everyone would be?

If they didn’t have to worry,

About where things like their next meal

Was coming from.

One day it has to end.

One day I want the world

To decide as a whole, the difference

Between right and wrong.

Can you see it, the whole world

Obeying all the same laws, not one law for one

Country and another for a different one.

I can se it and truly think

That it would add to our harmony, peace, equality,

And unity, the whole working together as a whole.

Instead of many countries we’d be one,

Each place would just have a different name.

We would have the world charter of rights,

And we would all get along, one happy world.

An end to all the pain and suffering,

Will also be part of my perfect world.

There will be no more terrible illnesses,

Or disabilities.

No more broken bones, or anything like this.

The worst pain and suffering you could have,

Will be a cold that lasts three days at the most.

Why should people have pain or suffer?

There is in my mind no reason for it.

Can you see my point of view?

Perhaps in your minor conflict,

You might come across a little bit.

But it is solved with words,

And it will not cause much.

For without conflict,

The world would be somewhat boring.

After all, it’s only a small amount.

Nothing like the pain and suffering in the world today.

I will put an end to drugs,

In my perfect world.

They ruin lives,

I wish I could wave a wand,

And the world would be free of them.

Can’t you tell, they are nothing but poison.

Open your eyes and you will soon realize

How many people die each day because of drug use.

People get hooked every day too,

And every one, lives are ruined.

Why do they do it?

Don’t you know it’s wrong?

Why do people do it,

I can’t tell you for sure,

Because I don’t know myself.

Sometimes they think it will solve

All their problems and make them popular.

They are not thinking straight

That’s for certain.

For if they were, they would see

Drugs cause problems and make you

Ruin your life.

Is this what you want a wasted life?

I think not, don’t do it

I’m begging you,

It’s a mistake

That too many people make.

I think an end to crime

Is also needed in my perfect world.

A stop to all the terrible things

Like murder, terrorism, and the list goes on.

Don’t you want a world that’s clean

And full of good worthy citizens?

I know that’s what I desire.

There is one more thing I want,

An honest world.

A world without lies

Where everyone is trustworthy

And you’re never told a lie of any sort.

Where no matter what is going on

You can depend on knowing the truth,

And being told it point blank honestly.

Like in court, it would be

The whole truth and nothing but the whole truth.

I can see my perfect world

Like it was on the other side of the mirror

Or like it was a door that needed to be

Opened so that I can

Walk right through

Into my perfect world

A world that can be a better place.

L O V E/E V O L

By Christian Sopkowiak

“I love you. That’s all I said. Three words. I am telling you this because, well, you seem to listen. It was a bright day, and we had just walked out of the restaurant. It was our third date; even though she insists it was our second. Sitting together, just us two, doing nothing, counts as a date right? I mean, I like to think dating is that easy. It should be. But it isn’t. It has to be the most painful process of relationships. Stupid gestures, stupid clichés, and even worse: stupid people. I can’t say I have seen it all. Hell, at that moment, I was still pretty inexperienced. But hearing the stories told from others, it always makes me think the best part of love is that it’s just a little different with that person.

See, I could go on a date with a girl, enjoy myself, and call her up again. We could go out for a while, eventually begin to distance, and then go our separate ways. That’s most of the stories I’ve heard and stories I’ve lived. But I have also heard stories of true love. Of the way you meet and something clicks. You immediately enjoy each other. You smile when they are around. You wish you could see them everyday, and sometimes you do. But most of all, you want them to be happy. And that something that clicks, why I cant explain it. The spark in love cannot be defined, only felt. And I have felt that only once in my life, and I told her I loved her a week after I met her. Anyways, back to that story. So she stared at me, pursing her lips, and trying to get the hell out of there. But I stood up for my feelings; I didn’t let her think too much. I told her that I have never seen someone so beautiful, someone so smart, someone so thoughtful, and someone so driven in my life. I told her why I loved her, how she laughs when I make bad jokes. Or how she smiles at me while I talk to my friends. Or how she couldn’t stop from twisting her hair when we sat across from each other that night. Or how she always giggles when she smiles. I loved her. She smiled at me after I was done. She kissed me on the cheek and left.

It was the worst night of my life. I guess, that might be a lie, but you don’t know that. You haven’t had too many bad nights, have you? But, she contacted me the next morning, saying how much fun she had. She wanted to do it again. Love is not easy, nor is it hard. It’s somewhere in the middle. When that spark, that something is felt, nothing can stop you from getting together. Love can be really dumb. But, I like to think no matter how bad love can make you feel, it can always brighten your entire day in a moment’s notice. That’s what happened that morning. And I married that beautiful woman. And I guess, after all of this cliché stupid romantic stuff, I just want you to understand love is natural. Just go for it. And I’m telling you this, I guess, because it worked for me. And because, I want you to be the best person you can be, son.” My three-week-old son then smiled at me and giggled, just like his mom.

Yellow Blanket

by: Rebecca Taylor

Yellow like bananas and sunshine, that was the colour of the baby blanket that Emily Houston held on her knee. It was three weeks until she would deliver her baby. Yellow was good for a boy or a girl, whatever her perfect bundle of joy was going to be. Secretly in her heart she had been hoping for a girl and she thought that maybe Tom was wishing for a boy, although they both agreed that the most important thing was that their child was happy and healthy. Emily knew what a girl felt and how she thought and what life had been like for her and she figured that Tom probably felt the same way, that he knew what a boy needed. He was good at knowing what she needed though, but she was a woman and that was different than a baby girl. Funny how a colour could make someone think so many things. Emily knew that colour was going to take on a whole new meaning in her life from what colours she purchased for the baby’s clothes to what colour the room that was now yellow would become in the next few years when they thought their child was ready to have a room that fit his or her personality. Emily was lost in thought for a few minutes until she felt the baby kick. That brought her back to reality and she went in search of her husband. She wanted to share every moment with him because life was soon going to change in a very big way. A wonderful way.

Green

By: Rebecca Taylor

What emotion is the colour green describing? Post your answers in the comments section. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Ayana Marie Wallace was beautiful in a bright green dress across the room at the reunion dance. Her green eyes were intent on Grant Miller, and that was the problem. Chad Simms wanted them to be on him. He had been in love with Ayana for years but their lives had taken them in separate directions and while they had communicated through e-mail and the occasional phone call, it wasn’t the same as seeing someone. Ayana was talking to a bunch of other girls – women really from their class ten years ago but Chad could see where her eyes were focused, and it wasn’t on him. She met the women’s eyes occasionally but they always went back to Grant. Chad wondered why he couldn’t find the courage to go over and say hello to her, to ask her to dance or if she wanted something to drink or to get some fresh air. Was it fear of rejection? Or the fact that Ayana was still stunningly beautiful after all these years and he had gained a few pounds and his hair had receded a bit since high school. It had been so easy when they had talked on the phone, like the years had never gone by and she always sounded genuinely happy to be talking to him but now he was finding her beauty daunting and Grant – well he had been a jock in high school and he looked like he had stepped out of the center fold of a magazine. Who could compete with that? Personally, Chad had found Grant to be arrogant in high school but people could change in ten years and who was Chad to judge he knew that he had his share of fault lines.
“Lots of beautiful women in our class weren’t there,” said Josh Bryant coming over to stand with Chad.
“Yes, there are,” said Chad, “did you bring a date?”
“My wife and high school sweetheart Jacqueline Myers.”
“Nice,” answered Chad, “I’m glad this love thing is working out for some of us.”
“Haven’t got it yet?” asked Josh.
“No, the right one just hasn’t gotten to me yet.”
“Maybe now’s your chance,” said Josh, “there’s lots to choose from here, Jade Tompkins said only about half our class brought a date with them or are married but ended up coming alone. Your eyes are on Ayana aren’t they?”
“How did you know?”
“Doesn’t take an expert to see it; besides, you two always were friends in school.”
“Friends, yes, but we haven’t seen each other for that long even though we’ve talked. Things happen, our careers took us in different directions and now here we are. I’m trying to get up the courage to go say hello.”
“Just go over and say it, I have to lots of our classmates. Most of them didn’t bite then and they aren’t today either.”
Chad laughed, “Thanks for the tip, but it’s easier for you, no pressure, Mr. Married Man.”
“Not just that,” said Josh smiling, “I’m a dad too, I’ve got two sons. Life is good with me. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Hard to say,” answered Chad, “Everyone always seems to think the grass is greener on the other side. Anyways, here I go,” and he walked across the gymnasium stopping to speak to a few other former classmates along the way.
“Hello,” he said approaching the group of women and a few other men who had joined them, their dates perhaps as Chad didn’t know some of them”
“Hello, Chad,” said Ayana turning to face him, now her eyes were on him as she smiled and they started to talk about this and that.
Maybe I do have a chance with her after all, thought Chad taking her hand and leading her towards the dance floor.

Writing Prompt: Emotion and Color

Your challenge today? Choose an emotion and describe it without ever saying what emotion it is.

You can use dialogue or description. You could make it into a short story or just do a free write. Whatever suits your fancy.

There is, however, another requirement. You must pick a color that represents the emotion (i.e. red for anger) and incorporate your color into the story. (Similar to how F. Scott Fitzgerald uses color in The Great Gatsby.)

Post your response in the comments below!

Too Good to be True or Missed Opportunity of a Lifetime

by: Rebecca Taylor (written in 2007)
In loving memory of my grandfather Herbert Taylor.

My great grandparents lived in the country on a dirt road where I live today (although things have changed some and the road is now a paved secondary highway) in rural Quebec. My great grandmother always had a garden, most everyone did in those days because you lived off the land. One day she saw an advertisement for raspberry plants in the paper, the raspberry plants would be planted for you and the company the sold them would also buy the produce, all you had to do was look after them. My great grandmother answered the advertisement and one day a man showed up in a nice looking car dressed in a fancy suit carrying a silver cane (for the times my grandfather, now eighty-two years old described him as a real city slicker as he recounted this childhood memory). As good as the advertisement sounded it said nothing of price and when my great grandmother asked about this she was told that a mortgage would be required on the property. My great grandmother told the raspberry salesman that she couldn’t give him a mortgage on the farm because her husband owned the property. Therefore, the salesman went to see my great grandfather who was working in the field and told him what he had told my great grandmother. My great grandfather enquired about a minimum selling price for the raspberries and the number of acres that would be required. The salesman’s response was that a hundred acres would be needed and he couldn’t guarantee a price, as he would go broke if he did. In no uncertain terms, my great grandfather told this salesman that he could not and would not mortgage the farm, as he too would go broke. He only had a hundred and forty acres and he needed to grow crops to feed his livestock. The salesman told my great grandfather that he was missing out on the best opportunity of a lifetime; my great grandfather said the salesman was just trying to steal his land. My great grandfather whose voice had a tendency to rise when he got angry followed the salesman back to his car, his voice rising the whole way. By the time, the salesman got back to his car he took off like a bear was chasing him. To this day, nobody knows if my great grandparents missed an opportunity of a lifetime but we still own the farm.

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