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(Inspired by Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus”) As time goes on, flowers blossom and fall off our sakura pink trees The world reflects the sun’s golden rays, of which flood my eyes. Our school, is sprawling with (mostly) happy faces the halls, the turf at every nook and cranny. All these students have their own story. Their own little moments among an ever vast ecosystem. …And they say that kids hate school. I remain wretchedly jaded throughout all this. Isolated on a hill, with a monster muttering and moping all it wants only for nobody to hear it. I thought humanity taught me how to hate, with an entire angry mob chasing me out of their village. I treat me just as they treated me… Isn’t that what they wanted me to do? But watching these people, with their interactions and the little moments they share, they drive me away from the clouding spite despite what one may think. These humans can love, from what I saw. And… Who could blame them either? It has been beautiful weather, and it is a nice school they attend. The grand palace, despite its minor filth, it shines with color. For such a small moment in their lives that doesn’t even matter in the end, their elder “teachers” and such really try to make it stick with them for the rest of their lives, no? Good for them. These emotions that I relate to, give me… Oh, what’s it called again? Hope? Yes, they give me hope that I can become human again someday too.

Needham

(Inspired by Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus”) As time goes on, flowers blossom and fall off our sakura pink trees The...

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