Dear Readers,
Where should one start when writing about life, whether it be their own or just a combination of others? In just the merryment of what might happen, I'll post the draft of paper I've been working on for a contest.
Familiar Haven
A place wherein lies the greatest happiness defines the paradise of love. Many rooms fill up the space within four walls pasted with paint of various colors. The rooms take up two levels on a piece of land coveted by most realtors. The hallways and rooms often swell up with noise originating from laughing children and teens. There exists a seat on the lower level that time passes quickly on. One sat there, feeling the safest he had felt; a feeling of arms cradling him into a daze that relieves all stress.
In the upper level, many different scents stimulate the human mind; some produce allusions to good food, others protrude with a foul odor similar to the smell of a wet dog or an unkept garbage can. Hands swiftly fly across countertops while attending the many tasks assigned them. The substances handled, some malleable and some liquid, can sustain a person through meals. Some simply find the form of a trinket, provoking a smile of people. The utensils’ outlines decorate themselves with dilapidated signs of use as an accent to the love they have received. A rubber handle, common on these instruments, has created a soft, smooth feeling on the hands of those willing to use them. In the same comfortable room, a computer sits on a desk against the wall, often summoning the grades dealing with those involved in school. The keys have several sets of fingerprints forced upon them, some more gently than others.
Sounds of a piano resonate from a room on the outside of the paradise. A cavity in the middle of the room supports a frame in which those listening can enjoy the melodies originating in a piano recital or other instrumental shows. Everything from Bach to Khachaturian graces audiences ranging in age from six to seventy-five. Movies take their place in this room, showing both educational and entertainment programs. Guitars and voices join the ensemble to create a symphony stored within the echoing walls that have shared experiences involving games on special occasions, including birthday parties and holiday celebrations. The orchestration of the room seems like a hearty meal to the ears. A main course, consumed every so often, compares to whole concertos while a light snack compares to practicing and music theory homework.
Tiles on the upper level may not make a clean environment due to the many bare feet that have run across the flowing beige color. Some hours of the day see more activity than others, depending on the schedule of educating. Members of cross-country teams and even musicians have run around, shouting positive interjections. One may feel out of place at first. That feeling soon passes and they join in the fun.
Yes, love and learning exist here. This sanctuary may be well used, but use reveals a great deal of affection when referencing homely places.
Where should one start when writing about life, whether it be their own or just a combination of others? In just the merryment of what might happen, I'll post the draft of paper I've been working on for a contest.
Familiar Haven
A place wherein lies the greatest happiness defines the paradise of love. Many rooms fill up the space within four walls pasted with paint of various colors. The rooms take up two levels on a piece of land coveted by most realtors. The hallways and rooms often swell up with noise originating from laughing children and teens. There exists a seat on the lower level that time passes quickly on. One sat there, feeling the safest he had felt; a feeling of arms cradling him into a daze that relieves all stress.
In the upper level, many different scents stimulate the human mind; some produce allusions to good food, others protrude with a foul odor similar to the smell of a wet dog or an unkept garbage can. Hands swiftly fly across countertops while attending the many tasks assigned them. The substances handled, some malleable and some liquid, can sustain a person through meals. Some simply find the form of a trinket, provoking a smile of people. The utensils’ outlines decorate themselves with dilapidated signs of use as an accent to the love they have received. A rubber handle, common on these instruments, has created a soft, smooth feeling on the hands of those willing to use them. In the same comfortable room, a computer sits on a desk against the wall, often summoning the grades dealing with those involved in school. The keys have several sets of fingerprints forced upon them, some more gently than others.
Sounds of a piano resonate from a room on the outside of the paradise. A cavity in the middle of the room supports a frame in which those listening can enjoy the melodies originating in a piano recital or other instrumental shows. Everything from Bach to Khachaturian graces audiences ranging in age from six to seventy-five. Movies take their place in this room, showing both educational and entertainment programs. Guitars and voices join the ensemble to create a symphony stored within the echoing walls that have shared experiences involving games on special occasions, including birthday parties and holiday celebrations. The orchestration of the room seems like a hearty meal to the ears. A main course, consumed every so often, compares to whole concertos while a light snack compares to practicing and music theory homework.
Tiles on the upper level may not make a clean environment due to the many bare feet that have run across the flowing beige color. Some hours of the day see more activity than others, depending on the schedule of educating. Members of cross-country teams and even musicians have run around, shouting positive interjections. One may feel out of place at first. That feeling soon passes and they join in the fun.
Yes, love and learning exist here. This sanctuary may be well used, but use reveals a great deal of affection when referencing homely places.
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