"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

“The only living works are those which have drained much of the author's own life into them.” –Samuel Butler

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Musings Of The Smart Girl With Pink Hair And High Heels (Burning)


Crying, distressed faces flash across the television. Traces of pure agony lace every heart-wrenching word spewing from their dry, ash-caked lips. They count their accumulating losses and tally them up among their families.
Shuffling in line, they beg for their necessities because they’ve lost it all. They try to contemplate the bright side of their horrid situation by rejoicing for their loved ones surrounding them because they no longer want to think of what’s been burned.
Drought rages the land, fueling the thirsty fire. Consuming all of many people’s earthly possessions, the blaze leaves most without hope.
As a backdrop to my everyday life, the billowing smoke stains a far-away part of the sky. Small worries crawl across my mind in wonder if the expansion of the devouring flames will reach me, but I quickly silence those selfish thoughts and remember those who have nothing to call home.
Humbled by this disaster, I pray for those who have lost so much and for an end to this senseless destruction.

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