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A Look into the Past

Contributed by Sweetheart on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 02:16:14 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Phones, papers, computers, and people are irratating as Janie tries to get through another day.
She feels trapped in this busy life full of hustle and bustle.
Restling the crowds day to day is starting to get old.
She thinks to herself as she heads home for the weekend, "This world is all so high-tech now."
She wishes things were more simple.
No one appreciates the simple things in life anymore because there is so much new technology to keep everyone busy
Just then, her cell phone rings and it is her daughter Elizabeth.
She was calling to remind her mother of a Ye Old Madrigal Feast at her highschool.
Janie grabbed her purse and began to search.
Finally, she reached in the side pocket and found a single ticket.
One that she was pushed into buying.
Janie wasn't into this kind of thing, but bought it to support her daughter who had a small role in the performance.
She looked at the date on the ticket, and realized that it was the next day.
She thought, "Great, my only day off and I have to go to this."

The following morning Janie woke up to her youngest child yelling at her.
" Mom, mom! Elizabeth is throwing up!"
Janie climbed out of bed and went down stairs to find Elizabeth in a horrible state.
That afternoon Janie took Elizabeth to their family doctor and she had the flu whom she had gotten from her best friend.
Janie took Elizabeth home and cared for her.
Elizabeth looked up and calmly said, " Mom, you should still go tonight. I'm fine, you can call aunt sarah and she can stay with me."
Janie looked at her and said, "Why should I go, when you aren't even going to praticipate in it?"
Elizabeth just grinned and said, " Mom, just go. It might do you good."
Janie ran and got ready for the unwanted occassion.

As she arrived the highschool with dread she noticed that the school looked just the same on the outside.
She walked in and looked around through candle light.
"oh yeah, no electricity then." she thought.
There was a different feeling now that she was inside the school.
It was no longer a school, but a feeling of oldness and forgotton history.
A misty shadow of mystery and intrigue filled her mind.

The students were no longer students, but old english speaking nobles and pages.
She, herself was seated and respected as royalty.
The clothes of all of the nobles were beautiful and very real.
Kings and queens walked about with dignity.
In Janie's mind, and everyone else's in the room, they were no longer in the same time period.
They had been transported back to a time of simplicity and loveliness.

The nobles of the court walked about with candle lit faces.
Graceful, and majestic they began to sing.
No music was played, nor a word was said.
The four part voiced songs became alive within the room.
A ghostly echo of the past sprang forth from within the voices.
Every word in the melody was directly spoken to what felt like was you.
Chills creeped across Janie as she heard the happy, yet haunting sound.

The night was soon over, and Janie returned home.
She realized how much times had changed and was glad to see a glimpse of the enchanting world left behind.





Copyright © Sweetheart ... [ 2004-11-20 14:16:14]
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Re: A Look into the Past (User Rating: 1 )
by Sweetheart on Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 02:17:38 PM AEST
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Sorry, I must have clicked sad poetry on accident. This story by no means is meant to be sad!




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