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Visions of Estella
by Nicole AssenzaPerfection is impossible. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In this case, I am the beholder. Everything is from my view only. What if I could make something, someone perfect to me? What if I had that power? Like a god. What if I were a god? I would create something perfect for myself to spend all of Time with. An absolutely flawless friend.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
I were a god, I certainly would be able to talk to other gods. Id go to the Muses for inspiration on how to go about creating this being. Calliope said for me to find my favorite things to build my creation with.
Made of the night sky, stars dust and ash
So I went to the moon. A goddess by the names of Diana and Artemis took me there. I borrowed (without exactly asking) the shears of life from Atropos. I cut a piece of the night sky out. Just a small piece, no one would even notice. Then I scooped some stars with a net Poseidon had made me. Us gods should all do favors for each other. The shiniest star Id ever seen was just out of my reach. I jumped to get it, but before I knew it, I had fallen off the moon and was plummeting towards the World.
In thunder, lighting, and in rain
As a god, I could never die, but I was still scared when I fell. Thank you, Zeus. He said youre welcome. I fell on a very fluffy storm cloud. I hadnt lost my materials, which was lucky. I asked if I could have a handful of cloud to fill the inside of the night-cloth. He didnt mind. I told him Id better get going on my quest
The Wizard of Oz
I marched right up the top of Mount Olympus. You see, I had tried putting all the ingredients together in a fairly good fashion
but it wasnt perfect. It was a bad excuse for a stuffed animal. I had to see Hephaestus. I lugged all my things to his work space. I implored him. Please, you must put these things together for me. I told him how desperately I needed a friend. He agreed. I put everything I gathered before him:
Two eyes made of mirrors; so I would always see myself in their reflection
Hair of unicorns tail; for purity of soul
A heart made of diamonds; too strong to ever be broken
Nails of silver; because nails are made of silver
Blood of mercury; whoever gets her blood on their hands would die
Lips of rose petals; so her voice is soft and her words are poems
And of course the body of night sky and stars, because my favorite time is night
Its alive
I waited ever so impatiently for the genius to have completely his
my masterpiece. The golden handmaidens brought her out to me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Perfect. Hello my name is Estella said my perfect one. Hello Estella. There were a few moments of silence. Now that I have created you Flawless Friend, what should we do?
The beach! I love the beach. Oh
of course you knew that
Sally sells sea shells by the seashore,
In the weeks we spent by the ocean, I further studied her perfection. I was so happy. She seemed to know everything. Her voice was clear as a bell and as beautiful as any Muses. Her face was ten times more beautiful than Aphrodites. She was kind and caring and charitable and eloquent and thoughtful
She was so perfect, sometimes I forgot who was the god.
The way the Estella crumbles
I guess Aphrodite had heard what I said about her face. One day we were sitting on the beach, Estella and I. There was a bright flash of light and Aphrodite was standing there. She had a very big hammer in her hand. No, Aphrodite, youre still very pretty. Everyone thinks you are. She demanded I declare she was most beautiful. I couldnt say it, though. Estella was most beautiful to me. Enraged, Aphrodite threw Hephaestuss hammer at Estella. I watched in horror as my perfect, beautiful companion crumbled into sand.
Castles in the sky (or sand)
Why are you crying?, a shadow in the sand asked me. I looked behind me. A memory of a past life came to me. Oh, hi mom. No reason. Well, its time to go home, she said. I left the beach, leaving behind a hill of sand I dreamed into an Estella. 12/26/2005 Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago for school. It took only about an hour, it seriously wrote itself. Which was good because I wrote it about two hours before school. =)
Posted on 12/27/2005
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