Intro- This was an assignment I did for my creative writing assignment where we were tasked to imitate a writing style that brought life to an object you wouldnt normally think would have cohesive thoughts. The example we were given was a story about a dog and what he does. This assignment was challenging and took a good deal of research and thought but I liked how it turned out.
The
Pilgrimage
“I wonder, how many more days? When will I get my turn?”
Ever since I was born over sixty years ago, I
was taught only to do two things: Scream loudly and run quickly. I spent all of
my time in the caves learning the culture and religion of our people. The
waiting started to drive me nuts. I found myself wondering when my superiors
would give me my mission to prove my worth to our cause. However, I knew that
time was close.
One
faithful day I saw in the room next door a sign that said DEFCON 1, the signal
prophesized to me by my dad as my time of need
I
had a troubled childhood. My parents disagreed on what I should do when I grow
up. They argued how I should help the cause which resulted in my stunted
growth. Being so young I couldn’t decide for myself but my dad, Manhattan,
drove my other parents away and now I’m who I am today thanks to him. As I got
physically bigger in my teenage years I really got an appreciation for my brothers.
I heard stories of their missions in Japan, which supposedly saved hundreds of
lives.
Like
a bee that only has one chance to sting, my elders made it clear to me that I
only get one shot at my mission. Don’t get me wrong I was scared because I
could have messed up and become a failure. My life was building to that one
moment where I was given the opportunity to help my cause.
Days,
months, years went by and I waited patiently for my turn. Then suddenly the
roof of my cave began to open and the lights started to flash red.
“This
must be it,” I thought to myself
.
I was not quite sure what would happen in the great beyond. Run quick scream
loud, run quick scream loud, run quick scream loud; easy enough for me to
remember. A small man in a white coat told me that my mission was eight
thousand miles to the east and advised me to not stop no matter what.
I
told myself, “Eight thousand miles! This must be important.”
The
chains that gave me a loving embrace my entire life started to come off and I began
to feel very energetic, like a human consuming a cup of coffee. Three, two,
one….. Launch! As I ran out of home, like bird leaving its nest for the first
time, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Greens, blues, and yellows that formed a
view impossible to describe.
I
pulled myself forward, “I can’t lose focus. Run!”
I then remembered that I had to do what I was
meant to do. What Manhattan taught me to do, “Run to your mission and don’t
look back.”
As
I got closer and closer I also got more and more tired, until I realized I
could not run anymore. I started to fall out of the sky, but I saw that I had
arrived.
“This
was where they told me my mission was. Exactly eight thousand!”
Excited
and eager to help like my brothers before me, I saw the humans below running
around. I wondered what my elders had in store for me for my mission, as I
remembered the goals of my cause. Would I help save lives like those I heard
about earlier? Would I help spread democracy?
Would I help raise freedom and liberty? I couldn’t wait to help, but as
I got closer to my destination I heard more and more screams and sirens.
I
told the people as I got closer to the ground, “Don’t be afraid. I am your
friend”
They
only started to yell and scream louder. I started to get frustrated because I
didn’t understand why they were scared of me. Only a hundred feet away, I
started to realize that I never knew exactly how I was going to help people.
Then the unthinkable happened. Once I landed… I died. I feel used.
