Frozen-Elphaba

 Home     My horse slows to a stop beneath me as I reach the top of the hill. I love this part; it is where journey home begins to become real.  I always ride ahead to climb to this point and look out over the emerald green fields. I shield my eyes against the setting sun. In stark contrast to the breath-taking reds and purples of the sky, the silhouette of my home calls to me.     It’s not the castle that I long to see, it’s what I know is inside. With anxious thoughts and another glance over my shoulder, I spur my horse back down the hill.  My men catch up with me on the main road and my smile is soon reflected off their helme

An Answer      It’s been a long day for us both. News like that never comes easily to people like me. I feel betrayed, broken, hurt, everything that can be expected except angry. For some reason, I just can’t bring myself to be angry at her. All day I kept thinking about what she had said. All day I kept waiting for my anger to come, but it never did.      That new experience then took hold of me. My thoughts became centered on a simple question: why? Why wasn’t I angry? That single thought still runs through my head as I climb the steps to our apartment.    &#

  Haunting Memories Part II     Outside the palace, the sun rose higher and higher off the eastern horizon.  Bouncing off buildings of emerald, a beam of light found its way into the room of Glinda the Good. As it crept slowly across the floor, unseen lips whispered into the sleeping woman’s ear.     Glinda opened her eyes and watched as dust played across the beam of light flowing in through her curtained window.  She yawned and pulled her pink silk pillow over her face, a vain attempt to ignore a new day. Suddenly, she tore the pillow away and sent it flying to the floor as she sat straight up. A look of confusion was spread across

A Solution for All Note: this IS NOT meant to be taken seriously     There are many existing problems that face American society today, but actual solutions are rarely given.  One pressing issue is that of homelessness in our society. We walk city streets, only to be stopped by a dirty vagabond asking for alms. Despite the depressing situation of these people, a plan has not been presented to enhance their lives. Perhaps it is that their lives cannot be improved upon, after all, everyone is given the chance to better their lives in this “land of the free”. Perhaps instead of aiming to improve their lives, we must utilize them as