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dandelions

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⇢Montag is overwhelmed by the scent of dandelions that blossom toward him, with leafy arms that entrance him and coil at his neck, just before he steadies a shrill breath that rhymes with the sweat that licks down his cheek.

Weeds curl around him, surround him until it is all he can see now, but he is blinded just as easily by the sweet weeds. Flickers of white scar his vision and he sweats, intent that the sky has turned upside and he is not standing on ground any longer.

“Are you happy now?” A pale leaf shutters in the empty breeze beside Montag. He can feel the breathe of rain on his back and on his chest and all around him. He can feel the fires touching his fingertips wither into whisps of grey just as the rain stops and the hair that sticks to his cheeks and curls at his neck condemn him to stop and look around himself, to realize he is in the same place he was before.

There is no rain on his shoulders or soaking his worn jacket. The perfume of dandelions that once smothered him dissolves into nothingness and the floor is as it was before. Montag’s lips are dry and he licks them once to reassure himself he is alright. But the rain still pounds in his chest, and a fire ignites in his heart when he hears her voice again.

“Are you happy?”
I had an assignment in my English class to write an alternate ending to Fahrenheit 451 with my group for a project. This was my rough draft for a scene where he meets Clarisse again, who he thought was dead. Just a something small I felt like posting!


Fahrenheit 451 belongs to Ray Bradbury
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Yikes! I've never read Fahrenheit 451 (though I've heard of it and it sounds like a good read) but this is intense! You wrote a really fragile scene, and the descriptions and words you use to color it are all so deep and poignant. I love the contrasts when Montag feels the flowers and the heat melting away, and my favorite line is: "He can feel the fires touching his fingertips wither into whisps of grey just as the rain stops and the hair that sticks to his cheeks and curls at his neck condemn him to stop and look around himself, to realize he is in the same place he was before."

you know you're too amazing for your own good, right? what is this literary beauty?! o A o

I wish you the best with this assignment, Abby~! ;D This piece was stunning!