Alyssa Zelman
MDIA 1020
January 23, 2014
Mini Sagas
1. She took a breath and dove down. As the liquid engulfed
her, she could feel herself slowly merging with her environment, the lines
between body and earth fading into nothing. Her innards disintegrated. She rose
back to the surface, and her head was snapped off. The life of an oreo.
2. In a shelter on a Tuesday, it was love at first site. She has
learned to play dead, to her master’s delight. Her teeth are growing sharper,
pain at first bite. She had to travel alone, longing at first flight. She is
older and greying, it’s time to say goodnight.
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