What I Learned In A Lobster-Personal Narrative

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Slowly it comes to me, a flowering bud of youth in a sea of age. A bright light shining out on an eternal, melancholy nothingness. So after an age of undulating meditation, I awoke.I was in a study, whether it was my study or even if I had a study, I did not know; it was if I was a lobster in a pot :my stupid entrance was easy, my escape could be easy; yet it was impossible for me to grasp how to do any of these tasks.I picked up a book from the shelf and as I flicked through the pages, I gasped in horror as my brain couldn’t make any sense of my own tongue. It just screamed at me instead, cursing my every open and close of my eyelid. Strangely, I cried out in mind numbing mental pain, and my shout echoing in every corridor of this citadel of memory loss. …show more content…

Suddenly, all the doors on every house opened, and even more suprising than that; the same man came out of every single house. I stepped back in horror and shock, but found my feet wouldn’t let me. My whole body was rooted to the ground!He (or they if you want) looked as old as time yet as youthal as a child, his wispy white hair looked like he had been electrocuted and upon it he wore a wide, purple fez decorated with stars. His (their) wrinkled faces stared down at me yet looked somehow younger than mine, his (their) purple silk gown hung about him (them) and he (they) wore velvet winklepickers which looked so luxurious; they could of belonged to the sultan himself. “Come in” they shouted in perfect unison. “Which house” I shouted back, my voice sounded uneasy, “ my one” they replied. That faced me with a problem, i was being told by at least 300 old men in rich clothes to come into their houses ,and when asked which one, they all said me; not a problem you are faced with everyday. Slowly, I walked up the street, eyeing every person, making sure they were completely the

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