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The Fallen

Bella Temkin


Who will leave today? Which number of us will betray our master? For every day we lose a portion of our family, they depart, and we helplessly watch them drift away with the wind. After they’re gone they can never come back; it is simply impossible to return.

Today, as the sunlight slowly paints our surfaces, we all wonder, as we do every morning, who would go. The wind races by and it takes even more of us, tumbling in the waves of the breeze. It is a cycle, you see, during the cold weather our master is bare, and in the heat he is fully dressed. This seems, to me, ironic, but there’s nothing we can change; that is how she made us. She, Mother Nature, created the very weather that shapes us and breaks us, that changes our skin tone, that makes us hold on so tight. But sometimes, the wind is just too strong; it pulls us, yanks at us, until we can no longer hold on.

The wind is our enemy. It can turn our once vibrant master into a naked, tortured sculpture. Though it is the true monster, we look like the beasts, fighting back, reaching, a cacophony of whistling wind and raging fire in your eyes.

As darkness creeps over the hills, we hope for a peaceful night where dazzling stars glitter in the sky and the man in the moon smiles faintly. But those nights are rare, for most of the time we fear the dark. It is atrocious but beautiful. And so we wonder, why is there so much irony in our world? Why are we all trying so hard to survive if we are slowly fading to death? So, we come to the conclusion that we are never at peace.

Now that it is dawn, the pondering begins once again as we take notice of who left us last night. Another patch gone, riding the carousel of the wind continuously until they carpet the ground in gold. Each one of our destinies is held in the hands of the weather. And today mine is changing; I lost my grip. As I surf the breeze, I watch my master’s image dwindle and I listen to the quiet hiss from my home. 


BELLA TEMKIN is a fourteen-year-old at the Saklan School in California. She is in eighth grade and has been writing several different genres since third grade. She plans to keep writing through high school and college, and someday publish a book of her own.

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