Pure Wonderland

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Review Chain

It's okay to say we're all a bit mad as we journey ourselves into growing up. This is a short poetic poem story I wrote. Something I feel you guys might be available to relate.

I felt in a writing mood, just letting my words full of similes fall from my grasp like droplets of rain pouring down from my thoughtful cloud:

 

When I was a little girl, I used to pretend living in a majestic castle, and imagine my storybook castle being tall as a fire breathing dragon. Of course, as I grew into a teenager, my fantasy castle started to turn into a tilted hour-glass. My whole view of the world shifted into the reality of fighting the clock for my childhood ticking away. 

 

I grew more into myself, but still trapped in my own tower, yet wanting to explore what’s beyond those castle walls. Every teenager has their own inner Alice in Wonderland adventure. For instance, finding themselves rushing like the White Rabbit, thinking they will be late by not experiencing grown-up things faster. Secondly, let’s not forget we’re a little mad as the Hatter, since our emotions could change as quickly as a kettle whistling. Lastly, the colorful caterpillar is getting high as his pipe, and bursting with many colors of your life transforming in a drunken haze.

 

Alice was a lost child as she fell down the rabbit hole. Everyone gets lost, even adults get lost by finding themselves. We sort of forget that we leave our own childhoods behind like a rabbit hole. We may try to dig it up, but sometimes we forget where it’s buried to begin with. Sometimes, we get ourselves excited by finding the treasures from our childhood, and being lost in reminiscing from your own untouchable Neverland. As I grew into an adult, I realized something that’s still a part of me, which is my pure imagination like Willy Wonka himself!

 


Submitted: November 25, 2021

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Thoughts Before Rem

Hmmmm, this feels more like an essay than a story lol but I like the theme behind it. The reality of having to grow up and what we tend to forget as the clutter that is adult life starts to crowd our minds. We forget how to enjoy our time like we did when we were children. Good piece here truly.

Fri, November 26th, 2021 11:05pm

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