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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Light and Dark (05/21/09)

TITLE: Dark Prison
By Pamela Kliewer


Day 1

I push against the walls of my self-made prison, desperate to be free. Nothing happens. I push again. Still, nothing. Thatís enough trying for today. Iím exhausted. Maybe things will be better tomorrow.

Day 2

I open my eyes. Itís so dark in here. The darkness is unsettling, frightening. Before I got into this prison I could see fine. Everything was full of light. The colors I saw on my journeys were amazing. But now, all is as dark as the black rock I once climbed over. I had never seen anything so black, and now here I am enveloped in it. How will I ever get out of here? Pushing a little against the sides, I feel nothing. No yielding at all of the walls around me. I strain a little. The effort drains me. Iíll just rest for awhile. When I awake, who knows how much laterÖ I am startled to find Iím still in total darkness. Panic begins to rise within me. I try to calm myself down by thinking of the sights I saw beforeÖ beforeÖ this awful dark surrounded me. Why did I have to do this? Feeling defeated, I fall asleep.

Day 3

Still dark. I feel like Iím suffocating. Never have I felt so alone. SoÖ trapped. Not much to sayÖ

Day 4

Dark. Unrelenting darkÖ oh why? I am beginning to hate it in this jail. Sure, I made it, but I detest it. Iím still wondering why I ever made this prison.

Day 5.

I feel empty, alone, crippled.

Day 6

Itís closing in. Pushing at me. I donít know how much more of this I can take. Iím panicking more often now. Is there any hope for my release?

Day 7

Nothing has changed, so, I have nothing noteworthy to say.

Day 8

Dark. Panic. Alone. Empty. Crippled.

Day 9

I donít know how much longer I can take this agony. Would someone please help me?

Day 10

Something is happening! I feel my self-made prison loosening around me. For the first time in days, I can move more freely. Whatís going on? Oh! This is exhilarating, yet frightening at the same time. Maybe I should stay here. I donít feel right. Iíve never felt this way before. OhÖ but the light. I see some light! For the first time in days, I actually see a glimpse of light. I have to see whatís out there.

I wiggle. I squirm. The self-made prison loosens even more. Oh! I can poke my head out nowÖ oh, wow. This is incredible.

Suddenly I burst free. What? I can fly? I was always envious when I saw the beautiful butterflies, because all I could do was scoot along on the ground. I look to my right. I look to my left. Oh my. I have beautiful wings. Just look at those colors!

Iím so worn out. I better rest on this leaf. My wings feel damp from the stickiness of my prison. I better let them dry out before I attempt any more flying.

Day 11

I have been flying from flower to flower all day. The scents are intoxicating, the nectar luscious.

TheÖ joy, the freedom, the elationÖ wow! Everything is new and glorious and I canít get enough. Me, a butterfly. Who knew that I could enter into a prison of total darkness and emerge into the light so changed? From a creature making my way in life on my belly, to this? Floating on the breezes, basking in the sunlight. Remarkable. Truly remarkable. I lift my wings in praise to my Creator.

1 Corinthians 5:17 (MKJV) So that if any one is in Christ, that one is a new creature; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.

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Patricia Herchenroether05/28/09
The whole metamorphosis is indeed a miracle from God. A nice entry and if Butterflies could think, I'll bet right on target!
Jan Ackerson 05/29/09
Very nice POV--I enjoyed it both literally and metaphorically.

Purely from a mechanical standpoint, I wonder if it'd be easier on the eyes with the headings in bold and the text in regular print?

Beautiful writing, and I really felt your narrator's joy at the end.
Melinda Wells06/03/09
Excellent metaphore. Thank you for sharing, I really enjoyed reading it!
Bryan Ridenour06/03/09
Great entry. You had me wondering for a while, what or who was imprisoned. Caterpillar to butterfly, great use of topic. Nicely done!
Colin Swann06/03/09
Thankyou for sharing the transformation that God can make in our lives. An interesting and unique way of portraying this. Thanks! - Colin
Carol Slider 06/03/09
Beautiful! I'm surprised I didn't guess this until the very end. Well done.
Sara Harricharan 06/03/09
LOVELY! I'm glad this wasn't another description of the classic baby being born. You took something old and used and made it into something amazing. The butterfly POV was simply wonderful! A great read!
Lollie Hofer06/03/09
You did a remarkable job capturing both sets of emotions. Initially, I could feel your MC's pain and then her joy when she was released from the darkness. Well done!
Mona Purvis06/03/09
Just wonderful. I didn't know "what" until near the end. Loved the POV.
Catrina Bradley 06/03/09
So different! Creative! Unique! I thoroughly enjoyed this creation. :)
Chely Roach06/03/09
So creative and lovely. Well done!
Myrna Noyes06/04/09
Pamela, this is a wonderful piece! As I read it, I was wondering what kind of prison this person had made for themselves, and I was surprised when I finally learned the answer! Great writing and an inspiring message for all of us! :) Congrats on placing so high in the top 40 and in Advanced!