The Reluctant Ruler
The reluctant ruler
The Reluctant Ruler- A Big Event
A ruler, is an instrument used to measure distances, or to rule straight lines. Essentially the ruler is a straight-edge, formed from many different types of material. Rulers are the royal family of stationery. Their job is to uphold law and order, and to ensure everything is kept in a straight line. Many types of ruler form this family. There are the Plastics, which are the most common form of ruler nowadays, and therefore are situated rather low in the monarchical hierarchy. There are the amusingly shaped rulers, designed more to entertain children, than to be of any use. The metal rulers, are seen as a form of guard. When used to strike, they are very painful, and can rip up paper in an instant. The highest form of ruler, however, dates back to countless years ago. Some even claim back to pre-historic times. The wooden ruler is the highest authority imaginable. Very rare and very valuable. I am one of the wooden rulers, and supposedly the next high king of our time.
I am the first bought, the one that doesn't always fit in (the pencil case anyway). I am an outcast of my family. We are the Royals of our kind, normally straight edged and strict, I longed to break free from the mould withholding me. I began to loath my job of ensuring that straight lines were always ruled under the titles, and longed to be liberated into the wild. I no longer envied the rubber, and the magic of the pencil lines disappearing. I despised the sharpener, that ensured pencils were always sharp enough as they were drawn along my side. I endlessly stared longingly outside the classroom window, until one day I got my chance, and escaped. I am the reluctant ruler, who finally broke free.
And now I am on the run.
It had been the day of the French verbs, the sharpened pencils scratched my sides relentlessly, as the perfect tense endings were underlined in different shades of grey. Luckily enough though, we had been sitting right next to the window, so I gazed at the fields beyond, to numb the pain. Everyone knows that you can't just jump out of the window, as you will just smash onto the concrete, and later be picked up by an innocent child, to be used in the next maths lesson. I needed an opportunity to escape to fields, far from school grounds. It was when the French teacher was marking my work that I got it. The bird that saved me from the fate of being withheld in a castle, stationary all day long. It was a common crow that did it. The day was warm, so the windows had been flung open in an effort to cool the twenty wriggling school children in the stuffy classroom. The crow had just swooped inside the window, in an effort to get shade, creating havoc in the classroom. In its panic I seized my opportunity, and jumped into its screaming beak as it took flight once more.
I lay in the crows mouth for three days, adjusting myself, to the different sensations of the wild. The bright light of the splendid stupendous sun shone into the beak of the crow like a beacon of hope, till eventually the longing of the need to explore the lush grass littered with tumble weed became too much, so I just jumped out.
The rambling countryside stretched out in an epiphany of happiness in front of me. The sunset in the sky was filled with the luxurious colours, resembling a slice of paradisaical beauty. I finally was able to dance in the bright light of its splendour, every day and every night, yet when the sight bored me, I could divulge my senses back to the ground, engulfed in the tender mud that caressed myself as I dug my way through it. The never-ending darkness held an air of mystique, that never ceased to amaze me. Underground, there was a infinite mass of places never experienced . Undiscovered sights of a raw beauty.
My life involved wriggling around in the dirt all day long, my life was digging deep into the never-ending darkness, my life was a lonely wonder of evanescence.
And I loved it.
I lived in a vast and barren land, long forgotten, slipping thorough the gaps of the ages of history. No map could pin point my new home.
Yet this freedom was not destined to last.
Of course they came after me. The most brutal of the metal rulers, accompanied by cruel metal sharpeners, and followers of other types of rule, greedy to grab the million dollar prize.
There was a sense of controlled panic in the army, as they began their lifetime search for the heir of the throne.
Which was me.
Nothing could stop them, as the rule family could not afford to have a rogue ruler.
I lived in never-ceasing terror.
The bright lights of the amusingly shaped light up rulers filled the sky with shining plastic colours as they started the search party, in a snake of continuous shining monsters.
My new world shook under my body, as I lay shaking in the ground. My mind seemed to separate in half, as I lay shivering in the depth of the earth in terror. Many times I was ready to give myself up, the walls of death blockading me inside my own mind, as I was ready to give up fighting. I willed the pain to cease, longing for the unconscious serenity of death. A deep from slumber in which I would never have to awaken.
Then I remembered the solitude of being inside. The frustration of the stationary objects. Never moving unless instructed. I remembered the hatred I harboured for the control in the kingdom, enforced using forms of torture. I knew wherever I was they would never cease to chase me down, and I would not let that happen. Without a fight.
I knew now the true cost of freedom.
So I, the reluctant ruler, remain on the run.
thankyou if you read this.
A ruler, is an instrument used to measure distances, or to rule straight lines. Essentially the ruler is a straight-edge, formed from many different types of material. Rulers are the royal family of stationery. Their job is to uphold law and order, and to ensure everything is kept in a straight line. Many types of ruler form this family. There are the Plastics, which are the most common form of ruler nowadays, and therefore are situated rather low in the monarchical hierarchy. There are the amusingly shaped rulers, designed more to entertain children, than to be of any use. The metal rulers, are seen as a form of guard. When used to strike, they are very painful, and can rip up paper in an instant. The highest form of ruler, however, dates back to countless years ago. Some even claim back to pre-historic times. The wooden ruler is the highest authority imaginable. Very rare and very valuable. I am one of the wooden rulers, and supposedly the next high king of our time.
I am the first bought, the one that doesn't always fit in (the pencil case anyway). I am an outcast of my family. We are the Royals of our kind, normally straight edged and strict, I longed to break free from the mould withholding me. I began to loath my job of ensuring that straight lines were always ruled under the titles, and longed to be liberated into the wild. I no longer envied the rubber, and the magic of the pencil lines disappearing. I despised the sharpener, that ensured pencils were always sharp enough as they were drawn along my side. I endlessly stared longingly outside the classroom window, until one day I got my chance, and escaped. I am the reluctant ruler, who finally broke free.
And now I am on the run.
It had been the day of the French verbs, the sharpened pencils scratched my sides relentlessly, as the perfect tense endings were underlined in different shades of grey. Luckily enough though, we had been sitting right next to the window, so I gazed at the fields beyond, to numb the pain. Everyone knows that you can't just jump out of the window, as you will just smash onto the concrete, and later be picked up by an innocent child, to be used in the next maths lesson. I needed an opportunity to escape to fields, far from school grounds. It was when the French teacher was marking my work that I got it. The bird that saved me from the fate of being withheld in a castle, stationary all day long. It was a common crow that did it. The day was warm, so the windows had been flung open in an effort to cool the twenty wriggling school children in the stuffy classroom. The crow had just swooped inside the window, in an effort to get shade, creating havoc in the classroom. In its panic I seized my opportunity, and jumped into its screaming beak as it took flight once more.
I lay in the crows mouth for three days, adjusting myself, to the different sensations of the wild. The bright light of the splendid stupendous sun shone into the beak of the crow like a beacon of hope, till eventually the longing of the need to explore the lush grass littered with tumble weed became too much, so I just jumped out.
The rambling countryside stretched out in an epiphany of happiness in front of me. The sunset in the sky was filled with the luxurious colours, resembling a slice of paradisaical beauty. I finally was able to dance in the bright light of its splendour, every day and every night, yet when the sight bored me, I could divulge my senses back to the ground, engulfed in the tender mud that caressed myself as I dug my way through it. The never-ending darkness held an air of mystique, that never ceased to amaze me. Underground, there was a infinite mass of places never experienced . Undiscovered sights of a raw beauty.
My life involved wriggling around in the dirt all day long, my life was digging deep into the never-ending darkness, my life was a lonely wonder of evanescence.
And I loved it.
I lived in a vast and barren land, long forgotten, slipping thorough the gaps of the ages of history. No map could pin point my new home.
Yet this freedom was not destined to last.
Of course they came after me. The most brutal of the metal rulers, accompanied by cruel metal sharpeners, and followers of other types of rule, greedy to grab the million dollar prize.
There was a sense of controlled panic in the army, as they began their lifetime search for the heir of the throne.
Which was me.
Nothing could stop them, as the rule family could not afford to have a rogue ruler.
I lived in never-ceasing terror.
The bright lights of the amusingly shaped light up rulers filled the sky with shining plastic colours as they started the search party, in a snake of continuous shining monsters.
My new world shook under my body, as I lay shaking in the ground. My mind seemed to separate in half, as I lay shivering in the depth of the earth in terror. Many times I was ready to give myself up, the walls of death blockading me inside my own mind, as I was ready to give up fighting. I willed the pain to cease, longing for the unconscious serenity of death. A deep from slumber in which I would never have to awaken.
Then I remembered the solitude of being inside. The frustration of the stationary objects. Never moving unless instructed. I remembered the hatred I harboured for the control in the kingdom, enforced using forms of torture. I knew wherever I was they would never cease to chase me down, and I would not let that happen. Without a fight.
I knew now the true cost of freedom.
So I, the reluctant ruler, remain on the run.
thankyou if you read this.