Be Brave, My Shadow

Yeah, I wrote this for a poetry contest. Hopefully I can win some mulah!!! It probably took me like, 20 minutes tops, to write. Go like it on Facebook!!!

Be Brave, My Shadow (<--- Click this to like and rate!)

"Be brave!" I say, "No need to hide."

Still it cowers slightly at my side.

"Be brave," I whisper, "Please be brave."

My plea draws no response from my silent shade.

The day goes on and still I try,

To convince my shadow "Be brave, please try."

No force, no gentle words of hope,

Will rouse the shadow from its lonely mope.

But slowly, slowly I see it creep,

As the sun in the sky prepares to sleep.

"Be brave!" I whisper one more time,

As the clock 'cross town begins to chime.

And my shadow takes my words to heart,

As farther from me it does depart.

With the sun sinking slowly down,

My shadow expands across the ground.

"Well done my silent bashful shade!"

"You've done well to be so brave!"

It stretches out for miles it seems,

Like images from distant dreams.

Quickly though, the sun slips away.

The shadow blends with the close of day.

"Now, my dear shadow, you are free,

But in the morn, return to me."

Creative Writing Prompt #159

Kay, prompt #159 said this: Write a mini-story using the following words in order; shell, comic book, discarded soapbox, rubber soles, post card.
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Tyler was stretched out on his bed, the rubber soles of his Converse tapping quietly on his foot-board, thinking about going to buy a Pepsi at the Shell gas station down the street. His lack of money quickly quashed that idea, and instead he picked up one of his comic books off the floor next to his bed and started reading. In the story he was reading, the super hero vigilante had just discovered an abandoned child in an discarded wooden soapbox. Tyler quickly dozed off while reading.
His dreams were filled with a masked version of himself rescuing children from evil  step-mothers and young women from jealous ex-boyfriends. It was exhilarating; being a hero with a secret identity.
"Tyler!!! Dinner's ready!!!"
The call from him mother woke him from the glory of his daring rescues.
"And you got a postcard from your father!"
This really woke him up. He ran out his room and down the stairs. His dad was serving for the US Military in Iraq. Tyler hadn't seen him for almost 6 months, when he had last come home for only two weeks. Every postcard was a treat.
Reading the card, he realized that the heroes in his comic books were just glorified fiction. He realized that service men like his dad were the true heroes.

He still loved reading his comic books, but he never again wished that he could be like them. He loved his dad, and if he wanted to be a hero, he would be something like him.
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God bless the troops!! Love the USA! Land of the free, because of the brave.!!!