Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Snowballs
How dare our mental connection to these frozen ammunition always be of our happy childhood. Many cant bear the thought of the stinging pain that is brought forth upon one face when plastered with the satanic spheres of snow. Like a large icy, frigid bee implanting its thorn into your vertebrae. The arguments started by the intrepid globes of hatred about who flung them first. What started as a friendly game turned into heated argument, then full on Winter warfare. Through all this, parents still think it is okay for these fights to go on not even knowing what the effects are. The friendships they have broken; the blood that has spewed from noses due to critical hits; the frost bite that has been planted, these are just a few. Thankfully our branches of education have seen the damage that has been taken and outlawed these frozen fisticuffs. From these laws of our schools hopefully there is a chance for future generations to not experience these riots of hatred and snow.
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Very nice. I really like how you related soft fluffy snow to dangerous weapons.
ReplyDeleteI like this piece a lot. Wow, all this can happen... Tremendous word choice.
ReplyDeleteI'm scared. I feel wrong about life.
ReplyDeleteThat was really good. I liked the words that you used, it really paints a picture in your head.
ReplyDeleteHaha awesome!!!! Nice word choice :P
ReplyDeleteAllison