Post by Midge Kirsten Dearivus on Oct 30, 2011 11:36:59 GMT -5
It's called The Swing. You like it?
The Swing
Germany: February 3rd,1936
I shivered as I walked up the hill, my eyes covered with a gray scarf. Papa was surprising me for my fifth birthday, why it had to be outside I did not know. It was around 5 degrees Celsius out here. We could be inside, next to the fire, as Mama baked. She was making my favorite cookies for the occasion, Marzipan-raisin, which all my other family members (Especially my sister, Neena) really disliked, which was why I never got them on any other day of the year. Couldn't Papa give me my gift in the house, where I wouldn't risk missing the buttery, spicy taste of those pastries once they came right out of the oven? I would never aggravate Papa, but I would surely prefer both my presents inside. "Little Eva, why do you look so down?" he asked, seemingly high up. This aroused some questions. I called to him, explaining my complaints. He laughed and told me that all this waiting would be worth it in a bit. I doubted that, but decided to stay. Papa grunted in satisfaction. "It's done, dove!" he cried, his voice coming down, as well as a few branches, it seemed. "Look up!" I tore off the scarf and looked up, confused. Above me were two forty foot long ropes, bolted into the largest trees on this side of the hill. These huge ropes were nailed and bolted to a polished chestnut colored wooden plank. It faced over the hill. The whole thing lookied dangerous. If I were to fall off that swing, I could break many bones. I shuddered. Certainly Papa would not expect me to do this! Oh, the irony if I was to fall, my fifth birthday was an important day! "Papa" I murmured nervously. "This is a joke, is it not?" He smiled and told me not to be so afraid. "It's as sturdy as a bridge!" he told me, patting my head. He brought a foot stool over to the top of the hill from the tool shed. I climbed up. "Oh, we should go in, Papa!" I said. This was my last chance to change his mind. "Oh little Eva, won't you do as I say, for once?" he said. He placed me upon the swing, and pulled me up as far as he could with my feet still touching the stool. "Ready?" he asked. "Never" I mumbled. And he let me go.
My feet left the ground, and I spread them forward. I closed my eyes tightly, as if this were a bad dream. My muscles relaxed, and I looked up.
The sun was glowing softly in the distance. It warmed my toes as they spread in front of me. The wind tickled as it rushed me forward. "Play with me, Eva" it whispered in my ear. "Please?" The sun glinted off a bush's leaves as the frost made it glint, like tiny mirrors all around. The birds sang as they flew by me, as high as I was. It was like flying. I tossed my hair back, and it swished behind me, flowing gracefully in the wind. At first, I could not speak or think, for my mind was still taking in the awe-ful sight around me. I started to giggle, then laughed out in sheer bliss. "Like it?" Papa called out to me. "Like it? I LOVE it!" I answered, still 'Haha"ing. "You're almost ten meters above the ground, you know!" He looked a little worried. Like me, earlier. But I was not afraid. How could I be?
My swing was holding me high.
Germany: February 3rd,1940
I was flying on my swing, hoping to learn to be oblivious to my surroundings. The trees still sparkled in that dazzling mystical way, but with the gunshots crying in the distance, it all seemed different. Mama and Papa were still getting Neena up to evacuate her. Fine, They would be coming for me soon, yet I would resist. My family needed all the supplies for themselves while the war was raging. It was my birthday again, and I was now nine. I was fine making these decisions, though they seemed rash. I was willing to sacrifice myself for the good of all Germany, Hail Hitler! Perhaps God would pity me and bring me up to Heaven, though I have thieved cookies from my sister and been a pouty child. I always wanted it this way, anyhow. I wished to die on my swing. The gunshots rang closer. Papa and Mama ran from the house, calling to me to come. I refused. "I shan't Mama!" I shouted to be heard. "You need all the help you can get, now take mine!" "Oh little Eva, won't you do as I say for once!?" Mama shouted back at me, obviously sobbing. It was too late now, anyway. If my family was to live, they would run. The last thing I thought was "The irony."The last thing I heard was a scream. The last thing I saw was a bullet. But I was not afraid. How could I be?
My swing was holding me high.
Have a moose.
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The Swing
Germany: February 3rd,1936
I shivered as I walked up the hill, my eyes covered with a gray scarf. Papa was surprising me for my fifth birthday, why it had to be outside I did not know. It was around 5 degrees Celsius out here. We could be inside, next to the fire, as Mama baked. She was making my favorite cookies for the occasion, Marzipan-raisin, which all my other family members (Especially my sister, Neena) really disliked, which was why I never got them on any other day of the year. Couldn't Papa give me my gift in the house, where I wouldn't risk missing the buttery, spicy taste of those pastries once they came right out of the oven? I would never aggravate Papa, but I would surely prefer both my presents inside. "Little Eva, why do you look so down?" he asked, seemingly high up. This aroused some questions. I called to him, explaining my complaints. He laughed and told me that all this waiting would be worth it in a bit. I doubted that, but decided to stay. Papa grunted in satisfaction. "It's done, dove!" he cried, his voice coming down, as well as a few branches, it seemed. "Look up!" I tore off the scarf and looked up, confused. Above me were two forty foot long ropes, bolted into the largest trees on this side of the hill. These huge ropes were nailed and bolted to a polished chestnut colored wooden plank. It faced over the hill. The whole thing lookied dangerous. If I were to fall off that swing, I could break many bones. I shuddered. Certainly Papa would not expect me to do this! Oh, the irony if I was to fall, my fifth birthday was an important day! "Papa" I murmured nervously. "This is a joke, is it not?" He smiled and told me not to be so afraid. "It's as sturdy as a bridge!" he told me, patting my head. He brought a foot stool over to the top of the hill from the tool shed. I climbed up. "Oh, we should go in, Papa!" I said. This was my last chance to change his mind. "Oh little Eva, won't you do as I say, for once?" he said. He placed me upon the swing, and pulled me up as far as he could with my feet still touching the stool. "Ready?" he asked. "Never" I mumbled. And he let me go.
My feet left the ground, and I spread them forward. I closed my eyes tightly, as if this were a bad dream. My muscles relaxed, and I looked up.
The sun was glowing softly in the distance. It warmed my toes as they spread in front of me. The wind tickled as it rushed me forward. "Play with me, Eva" it whispered in my ear. "Please?" The sun glinted off a bush's leaves as the frost made it glint, like tiny mirrors all around. The birds sang as they flew by me, as high as I was. It was like flying. I tossed my hair back, and it swished behind me, flowing gracefully in the wind. At first, I could not speak or think, for my mind was still taking in the awe-ful sight around me. I started to giggle, then laughed out in sheer bliss. "Like it?" Papa called out to me. "Like it? I LOVE it!" I answered, still 'Haha"ing. "You're almost ten meters above the ground, you know!" He looked a little worried. Like me, earlier. But I was not afraid. How could I be?
My swing was holding me high.
Germany: February 3rd,1940
I was flying on my swing, hoping to learn to be oblivious to my surroundings. The trees still sparkled in that dazzling mystical way, but with the gunshots crying in the distance, it all seemed different. Mama and Papa were still getting Neena up to evacuate her. Fine, They would be coming for me soon, yet I would resist. My family needed all the supplies for themselves while the war was raging. It was my birthday again, and I was now nine. I was fine making these decisions, though they seemed rash. I was willing to sacrifice myself for the good of all Germany, Hail Hitler! Perhaps God would pity me and bring me up to Heaven, though I have thieved cookies from my sister and been a pouty child. I always wanted it this way, anyhow. I wished to die on my swing. The gunshots rang closer. Papa and Mama ran from the house, calling to me to come. I refused. "I shan't Mama!" I shouted to be heard. "You need all the help you can get, now take mine!" "Oh little Eva, won't you do as I say for once!?" Mama shouted back at me, obviously sobbing. It was too late now, anyway. If my family was to live, they would run. The last thing I thought was "The irony."The last thing I heard was a scream. The last thing I saw was a bullet. But I was not afraid. How could I be?
My swing was holding me high.
Have a moose.
_.--"""--,
.' `\
.-""""""-. .' |
/ '. / .-._/
| `. | |
\ \ .-._ | _ \
`""'-. \_.-. \ ` ( \__/
| ) '=. ., \
/ ( \ / \ /
/` `\ | / `'
'..-`\ _.-. `\ _.__/ .=.
| _ / \ '.-` `-.' /
\_/ | | './ _ _ \.'
'-' | / \ |
| .-. .-. |
\ / o| |o \ /
| / \ |
/ `"` `"` \
/ \
| '._.' \
| / |
\ | |
|| _ _ /
/|\ (_\ /_) /
luv \ \'._ ` '_.'
`""` `"""`