The hills are white. They shine with a bright intensity so that sometimes it is hard to even look at them. A man sits on them pondering what he should do with his life. He is young and recently married. He just lays back and looks up at the blue sky; it seems even brighter then usual, almost like the blue is vibrating with color. The clouds go by and he calls out what shapes he sees. "Oh look an elephant, a bunny, a very weird looking T-rex." This man is Chris and he is the hero of this story. Now, when I say hero, I don't mean like a knight fighting off a dragon. I mean a hero in the sense that he is just like you and me - he doesn't know what he wants. He hasn't found his groove. He has been sitting here for two days trying to figure out how to write what he wants to write. The stories he reads get lost in his head. Thoughts dance around like a breeze in the wind. In one ear and out the other. He reads the stories over and over again. The images he makes run wild. The cloud he called an elephant starts to move towards him. It lands on top of the hill that Chris is laying on. Chris gets up and looks at it and the elephant stares back at him. It is a cloud, there is nothing to see, yet Chris can feels its eyes staring at him, telling him that he will eventually figure out that what is blocking his path is something he can easily climb over. So Chris sits up and begins to write and write and write. He has done it; what needed to be done is done. He slams the book closed and looks up at the sky, but to his surprise there is no sky. He isn't on the same white hill he was on. The elephant is gone. He looks around and he sees yellow. He looks down and he is in a chair. He gets up to head to the door but it is locked. There are bars on the windows; it's like a prison. He begins to feel trapped and doesn't know what to do. Suddenly, a woman is seen in the wallpaper. He can barely make her out. He is trying to read between the lines and understand why she is there. But it is hard for him to see it. He looks again; still nothing that he can figure out. The woman is moving around the room like a ghost haunting him. The woman gets behind him and he can feel her hands on him. She is trying to pull him into the wallpaper. He thinks that this is the point where he just fades away into the wallpaper and doesn't figure out what his problem is. He is about to let go when he remembers the elephants. He remembers that he climbed over that obstacle with ease. Chris begins to fight back pulling himself away from the woman. He finally breaks free and he looks at her. She is crying. "Are you ok?," he asks in a faint voice. "Do you need anything?" She looks at him but even though she has no eyes, Chris can feel her stare. He can feel her gaze on him. He then is able to read between the lines of this story. He opens up his book and begins to write and write and finally when he is done he closes the book. The yellow wallpaper room is gone. He is back home sitting down and everything is ok. He sees that he isn't lost anymore. Like I said our hero doesn't slay a dragon or kill a giant. He is just like you and me. He gets lost sometimes but eventually he finds his way. Our hero concurred the tales of Hills Like White Elephants and The Yellow Wallpaper.
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Sabatino
4/19/2017 05:33:13 am
I enjoyed reading this fable. And I appreciate you taking the risk of working within this genre to compose a reflection of your writing processes and to make intertextual connections to course readings. I wonder how this fable might delve deeper into the specifics of composing the two formal assignments?
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