PART 1: SETHE

To my dear Oedipus,
It seems as if the days of my past have came back to taunt me. My two year old child, Beloved, shakes and destroys all, I am to tire from running. I am not going to run anymore. That ticket cost too much, so much that it hurts me and my family. Oh, oh how I want to be free; free from the misery and shame.
I decide to walk through the field to reach the house. That day was sunny and warm; the scent of dirt and dry hay fills the air. Slowly closing my eye, feeling the winds and sun, I slowly stroll through the fields. When I open my eyes, I there was something different. The air is must lighter than before, the field is more green and fresh. I though it is just my imagination, or is it really. Not just far way, a small water fall runs into a small pond. The scene is marvelous. Looking into the small pond, the water was so clear, I could see the bottom. I could just sit there and never have to worry.
Without any worries, I sit there until the last warmth of the sun fades; now I am in nothing but darkness. The cold winds slowly creeping around me. I just suddenly am noticing where the small water fall runs and the small pond flows, a small flicker of light shines. More and more of these small light glows brighter and brighter for every passing second, as the light grew bright humming starts filling the winds; I press the urge of my curiosity. Slowly I turn away.
Out of the fields, there the sun’s warmth wraps around the earthly grounds, traveling thou that field once again. I came finally came back home, there waiting at the porch steps old Paul D.
Sitting down at the old dinner table, I wonder, wonder if that small waterfall always been there, and the small clear lake, I wonder and puzzle by it. Why did I just notice it there know?

PART 2: OEDIPUS

To my dear friend Sethe
I struggle of find the answer to my question or finding the truth to the known. I am at lost, to what to do. I cannot help of knowing. They ask that I am blind by the truth. But I am not. I only wish for the better of my city. Did you know that I am a king, the king of this city, city name Thebes. But oh, oh, there is a problem, a problem that myself as a kings must do to solve, my city is dying, and the god has told me in order to save my city I must find out the murder of the last king. Yet, my blood boils, when that, that blind prophet says that I am the murder. Can you believe that? Oh, that prophet is a fool, who is blind.
Stepping out of alter, the fresh air around me, slowly but surely calms me. The fountain in the middle of the garden is surrounded flowers. Suddenly the sky darken, loud rumbles trembles across the sky. A few moments later, the sky clears up, the garden which I was originally in change, now the fountain was not in the middle but in the back, the flowers did not surround the fountain, but it surrounds me. A path of green grass lays a path before me. Following the grassy pathway, I came in a three way path. One of sides of path is grassy, bright and open. The other path is made of stones. The stone path is dark and gloomy surrounds my mountains.
On the grassy path way, I saw a small river. From the scorching heat, I head towards the river. Once at the river, the water is cool and refreshing. A breeze blows through, not far from the river, a small pastor of golden dud like flower bloom. Upon one glance, I puck the golden dud from the ground, a strong gust of wind blew up the dirt and dust. Unable to see, I close my eye and use my arm as a shield, with a blink of eye, the winds have died down. Blinking to see better, I found myself back at the garden where the fountain is the middle surround by the golden dud like flowers.

PART 3: STEPHANIE

Dear Sethe,
Setting upon a glazing star, I too wonder up into the sky. The twinkling star, with their mysterious light, I ponder in thoughts. My past, at times, slips into my present. But I wonder on a starry night sky about it.
My days consist nothing but from home to school and from school to home. One of my days on my home, the moonlight that lights my way, I stop at glaze into the diamond sparkles in the sky. Amaze by the twinkling lights, I tumble over something. As I slowly turn my head, it is dead body, a dead body. I am shock, lost and frighten out of my wits, as I closely examine the body, there is not blood or injury. Yet, the body does not move, moving closely to the body, a breathe inhale and exhale. The breathing calms my senses, but it seems that this person is sleeping on the side of a road, or is the person really sleeping on the side of the road.
When I look up, I find myself confound by four walls. This person is actually sleeping. It seems to be a boy sleeping quietly. Trying to escape, he wake up and grabs my arm. Slowly turning around, our eyes meet. His eyes where eyes that I have ever seen in my life, they where golden brown, it seems as if he is wearing contact lens. Sudden startle by the sudden grabbing of the arm, I quickly push the boy away and ran out the door. Once out the door, I find myself where I originally started, glazes upon the diamond like stars.

PART 4: SETHE

Oh Stephanie,
I do not feel sorrow for myself, but I do not wish to run away. I wish to return to that beautiful scene. The scene of the small waterfall runs into a small clear pond. Oh, oh, I wish to return that that scene. The sound of water running, sound of the flow of water trickling down, the scent of life.
Day after day, I take strolls through the field hoping to return. Day after day, I cannot return that marvelous scenery. After Paul D. ran out that ghost, I feel like something is not right. I start wonder if that marvelous scenery has something to do with the about my past. Oh, Stephanie, I am really am trying to remember, this is why I am in search for that scenery. But why cannot I find it. Why is it? Day and night I search; even Paul D. thinks I have gone crazy.
When sudden Beloved disappear, and Paul D. left me when he found out what happen to my child Beloved, I found myself being calmed by the smoothing winds, the fresh green field. The earth slowly soaks up the warmth of the sun; I quickly reconsider where I am. Rushing to the most marvelous place, when I finally arrive, the beautiful water fall, does not run. The small pond that once flow, no longer flows. The most beautiful scene flourish with life, not is drain, drain and dry. I am happy that I can be in the place where it is once the most beautiful place I have ever been, but drain from life and became dry, here I will sleep, sleep until I can flourish once again. Maybe this is my fate and destiny.

PART 5: OEDIPUS

To my dears friend Stephanie,
I sit upon the throne, where I rule can seek the help for my people, but why, must I suffer for the fate that is cast upon me. I should I curse the Gods or should I take pity in myself, for which, I do not understand. Jocasta, the wife and mother of me and my children, has hanged herself. For she cannot bare the truth, I too am ashamed. I once who is blind to the truth, is know the sight of mine is blind.
Here I lay upon the room, the room which bears all the sins, drifting to sleep. The cloud hurrying over the sky, it seems as if the time from day to night and night to day passes quickly here. From the time in the garden, to the pastor of golden dud like flower, I wonder why did I take the grassy field that open and bright. The grassy pathway that lead to the pastor, why did I take that path, why did not I take the one with the stones, maybe the fate that is place before me, shows me that I cannot change it, fate and destiny is set stone.
Lost thoughts, I did not notice I was at the same place where the strong gust of wind blew. I did not notice that I have arrived to the pastor. The golden dud like flower is no longer there, strange, but why? The golden dud looks like a clump of gold. I have lost everything, my family. At the pastor where once the golden dud grew and bloom, where all burn and caracoled, showing it once exist no longer exist.

PART 6: STEPHANIE

My friend Oedipus,
You seek for the truth to find the answer to the riddles. Is it wise to always know the truth even if it would hurt you? I can tell you this; I to want to know the truth, the boundary of find the truth must be drawn.
After realizing that I am stand in my own world, I quickly hurry home. Without my knowledge, the place I was in is place I met my fate or my doom. At the foot set of my door, quickly searching my keys, I feel that the moment I open my door to my house, I will cease to exist. Slowly opening the door, taking one step, that one step I can no longer return to my family. Stepping to the room that left, due my fright, that boy with the golden brown sits there smiling. I knew that I am forever bounder to the boy with golden brown eyes.