Ms. Zachik asked bloggers to describe their “perfect view.” James Zheng curated the responses.
When recalling our precious memories, there are plenty of moments worthy of sharing with others. And, when it comes to the perfect views we’ve had or wish to have, we have either visualized or gone within the mind to gather the memory shards, and written out the spectacles we admired.–Wednesday Writing Prompt Editor: James Zheng
Quintus’s Perfect View:
Hundreds of flowers blooming, thousands of animals lying in the sunshine. During the night, fireworks run into the sky, people watch fabulous shadow play, children eat cotton candy.
Renée: My Perfect View
Colors, mountains, water flowing
Skies free of pollution
Life quiet but abundant
Doreen: My perfect view is . . .
. . . when I stand on the stage, when the spotlight shines on my body, and there are all people at the foot of the stage. . . . There is a clear little light powder floating around in front of me, like essence. Spirit. At that moment, I felt like I was in a mirage, and I was trapped in the darkness, only I was illuminated by elves in a small piece of light, and only I alone could see these tiny elves.
James: My perfect view . . .
. . . is the view from the Earth. The galaxy is a silver-white ring that goes around the heavens. The wonderfully beautiful sight is the result of countless stars. It was once a fanciful picture within my imagination, but when I actually viewed a picture of the galaxy, it was one of the most absolutely perfect views I had ever seen.
Chelsea: My perfect view . . .
. . . is when I’m on the top of the mountain feeling the wind passing beside my face. I’d love to take a picture of the view and paint it afterwards. . . . I always have a feeling that I want to freefall.
Luke: In my perfect view, I’m sitting on my luxury Yacht in the arctic ocean approaching my secret skyscraper situated on the North Pole. An Adélie penguin from the South Pole is hopping and waving at me. That’s my pet named “Green Alien from Toy Story.” In the background, I see the STARS and Santa’s place of business (shh, don’t tell).
Katelin:
I am standing on a hill facing a forest. I am only allowed in the forest on Wednesdays when the class walks through the forest and the teacher teaches us to appreciate the trees around us. I turn to the right, and there is a parking lot. Cars pull in and out as parents drop their children off at the school. I see my mom and dad leave school, headed to their work. I turn to the right again. There are woods in front of me. The tree trunks of the woods are larger than the trees of the forest; they have been there for a while. We call these woods, “The Bunny Woods,” because someone from a few grades ahead of me claimed to see a rabbit in the woods. I can see the soccer fields just past the woods; there is no wall between the school and field yet. If I turned right again, I would see the playground. It is something I cannot remember in full detail, but I remember the swings. They were a set of 6; 4 were painted black, and 2 were painted blue. To the right and straight ahead was a small school. The hill I am standing on freezes over during the winter, and children at school bring sleds and slide down the hill.
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