T.A.

T.A.
I am going to go through a previously written article and edit it with the new skills that have been taught in class.
After a tiring journey he tastes the fruit. It is the most desirable and delicious fruit he has ever tasted. It fills his body with a warmth, and then a joy, that seems to start from the center of his core and expands outwards. The toll the journey took on the traveler simply increases the value of the prize; the sacrifice bestows its rewards; his joy exceeds that of his pain. But something glimmers and shines out of the corner of his eyes. At first, only faintly does he see it. He turns to get a better look. In awe, his mouth drops open as his eyes climb the extravagant walls of this great edifice. The spires stand tall and majestic. It looks as if it were a palace, placed on the highest point of the world. The people inside are reveling in their own greatness. It all seems so pleasurable, seductive, attractive, and exciting. The joy of the fruit quickly fades away from his memory. Yet, something inside of him warns against this place. The voice pierces quietly, and feels so calming that he begins to turn away from the building. Then another, much louder, sound breaks the silence. The noise blares from the building. He looks and sees that the whole multitude has all turned and stands looking down at him, pointing at him, and mocking him. He was completely alone and weak. Never had he felt so embarrassed or ashamed. He wanted to hide. The fruit slips from his fingers. His desire to belong, to be with the throng of scoffers is unbearable. Passion and lust finally take the reigns to the coach of his consciousness. He tramples over the fruit as he races after Satan’s deceitfully decorated dungeon where he will stay the rest of his days as a prisoner bound by unbreakable chains of despair and pain. Who is this man? No, not me. Never!