Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Camera

This is one of the papers I had to do for my rhetoric final and I apparently got pretty close to perfect on it so I thought I would share it with you. The topic was to write a description of our favorite material object....

Black and graceful, the small, sleek camera lounged on the old rickety desk lording its magnificence over the Empire of Room. What little sun was able to shine into that dim empire was soaked up by the one who, if the empire needed one, was the king. It sat there peacefully reviewing the wonderful beauty of the kingdom it had captured. But now what has happened? The lofty ruler was lifted from its comfortable spot in the remaining sunlight and was now being touched by caring and loving hands. These hands, causing him to wake from his lazy mode, called him to see the beauty of the far away land of Kitchen. He has been assured by his loyal subjects of the beauty and exquisite tastes he would fin there. They begged him as he left their comfortable little kingdom to bring back the loveliness that the people possessed there. Please with their faith in him, he set out with a mission to obtain the most exquisite thing he could find.
The camera now entered the bright and clean kingdom of the people ruled by the king names Sink. He could not take his eyes off the loveliness of the white counters. He blinked as the light began to be to much to bear. But now those caring hands set him to work taking pictures of the steaming eggs in the pan, the sizzling bacon on the skillet, tasting the warmth of fresh pancakes gently tanning in the skillet. Oh, how much bliss he would have to share with the people of his kingdom.
That night he returned to his rickety throng. Smiling with satisfaction, at the dog that will sit peacefully by his master's side. He now seemed change to his people. His round black lens looked smoother, shinier than it did before. His slim black body portrayed that of a new car. As he told of his stories, the listeners lounged in their respective places, slowly fading to sleep, being lulled by his musical voice. He himself soon began to fall into repose as the moon shone into the window. That black, slick, body, the round silver buttons, the smooth dark lens enclosing the clear glass was now reflecting the magnificent serenity of the moon as it sat in perfect stillness on that rickety old desk....



My teacher thought it was a bit awkward to right a love story to one's camera, but I was a bit rushed... it is a bit warm and fuzzy. Any comments?