1st person

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.