Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Journal #5: Their Eyes Were Watching God

"And Ethan considered Truth. Truth, the animal with fur so soft hiding under the covers of ones bed. The envied one that lives in the hearts of every good man with nurture, with attention. How does one create trust, what throws it away? She sits under the pillow staring. Sitting, waiting for her One to uncover her. Waiting for him to break, take, speak and listen to her. He was sure he would find her fuzz somewhere outside his comforting doors. He was distressed and nervous. Unlucky Anna! She shouldn't have to hear it. Emily came to comfort her heart, but she rejected. She had problems before but there is no way to soften the cold hard truth. If only she could poof that girl away. She would not hear anything. She had assured herself of it. But Emily made it clear, Ethan knew what he must do. And even if she hadn't, he was sure to realize it soon when the others asked what happened to Chris on his romantic, masked outing. Absent-minded people whom he did not know until they stepped in and wrecked everything. Just perched there waiting for an answer. Deceit, that inevitable earthquake, had made everything topple down. "

I used truth as a stuffed animal. I capitalized "One" giving the 'one' or owner, the power to keep hiding the truth or put it in the open. I also used many metaphors that make it obvious what is happening without actually saying anything about it. The tone also changed from warmth at the beginning to dark, sadness at the end.

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