5/7/2020 0 Comments A CREATIVE WRITING SHORT STORYToday, in my last official class of Advanced Creative Writing and my second to last day of high school, my peers asked me to write a short story in which I created my own world. Full of idealism, this world I call Eve's Garden encompasses the very essence of "mir," for Eve's Garden is both a world of its own and an environment of peace and simplicity. I wouldn't necessarily call this short story "deep" or say it was impressively written. Nonetheless, sometimes it makes me feel better to carve a piece of idealism into my imagination and share it with the world. Take from Eve's Garden what you wish, and I post this below in the hopes that it can inspire you to the type of world we should want to live in amidst this current chaos.
Eve's Garden by Alexis Derickson When the asteroid hit, everyone rejoiced. Long tired of the endless industrialization, the people had encouraged NASA to spin that hollow green shell of a foreign object our way. But this was no ordinary rock. Instead, it was a non-destructive chunk off the planet we call Oasis, laden with the rich and beautiful nature of that distant world. So, when it and we collided, we shouted and cried our happiness, as tropical flowers and trees rained onto the land, as green expanses and meadows and lakes were formed. Eve’s Garden was now ours again, as we ran out to be in this perfect nature. The morning after the collision that saved our world forever, I stepped outside of my home to see the vibrant colors of the world frosted with dew and a clean breeze, as the animals of the morning roamed in calm harmony with the humans. Long gone was the distant throb of rush-hour traffic, replaced with chirping birds and a new quiet hush of stillness and peace. For when Oasis hit Earth, the magic of that far-off place settled over us as well, a fairy dust imaginable only in our wildest dreams. Removed was our greed and want, our never-fulfilled materialist desires, our jealousies and our addictions. Love was our revolution and our lifestyle, and it was in fact as simple as that. We embrace each other frequently and with empathy and compassion, sharing in each other’s joys and sadness, our highs and our lows, because we are now a true community united with each other as one whole. As beauty standards faded just like our industrial past, we feel empowered to strive for a new sort-of “standard,” if that is what you can even call it. Nowadays, we reach for an inner-glow that emanates from our already beautiful external features. When we radiate internally, it permeates to our external selves, yet this internal glow can only be created once we are fulfilled in our hearts and minds. Instead of striving for different facial features or a certain body type, we now strive for feelings of contentment, for relationships centered in love, and for healing, for once we achieve these positive feelings inside, our beauty glows even more on the outside. Once a year, we celebrate the holiday and anniversary of when Oasis and Earth collided. In each of our towns, we gather in the central meadow to make wreaths full of lavender and daisies, adorning our heads with the blessings of this world. For much of the day, we dance and play music with guitars and tambourines, barefoot and free in the soil, the ground that has reaped eternal happiness for all of us. This magic and nature from Oasis grows in and around us, as Eve’s Garden has returned back to her Earth’s home. P.S. Here is a bonus poem if you want to keep reading. I wrote this also in my Advanced Creative Writing class, and I figured it fit the nature-based theme of Eden's Garden. The purpose of this assignment was to create a lyrical poem inspired by one of our favorite songs. Enjoy! Tree of Heaven Inspired by “So if we turn into a tree can I be the leaves?” from Jesus Christ 2005 God Bless America by the 1975. by Alexis Derickson “So if we turn into a tree Can I be the leaves?” Reincarnation doesn’t sound so bad anymore. We can stand in the middle of the grassy meadow For gingham-clad children to swing their tanned legs over our branches Our bark absorbing the whispered innocence of pinky promises and apple juice Or do we stand along the riverbank Cherry blossoms wreathed in your hair, matching your cheeks Until we blanket the soil beneath us with pink linens One day a clothesline may be strung upon us For pastel air to breeze through spring delicates A mama’s palm leaning warm against us “So if we turn into a tree Can I be the leaves?” Reincarnation doesn’t sound so bad anymore. Tree of heaven, angels on earth The weeping willow counts your tears and loves your eyes The star magnolia places a quivering piece of the sky in your hand While the sugar maple buries caramel memories in the sand.
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