The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair. …show more content…
Aunt Mary did not say a word but understood everything. I lay Lily down and sat beside her for what seemed like an eternity. But I knew it was time to go, I brushed the hair of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead and headed out. As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail. That one call…If I had taken it, Lily would still be here. My hands were gripping the letter so tightly that the paper was indenting into my palms. The letter had begun to tear around the edges, I relieved my grip and continued on. Issac, there is only one way I can get rid of this monster inside of me. Issac take care of sweet little Lily. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry, Issac. I love you. I hope you will forgive
Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.
It was dark as night outside yet still early, and the heavy winds were causing the rain to smack in to the house. Dime stood peeping out of the window as she hid her naked body behind the curtains, staring at the trees dancing in the storm.
The dust in the air is as dry as a dessert, The rich soil is almost completely destroyed. Nothing grows here anymore,It just dies. But the people here aren't giving up without a Fight. What ever they have to do to beat this time, To beat the dust,But then suddenly a storm hit, one bigger than all the others. It hit the house as we were trying to prepare, But we were too late. The brown dust blew through every hole or crack, It flooded the house in seconds. Ma was in the kitchen trying to breathe clean air, I was trying to block the windows so we can breathe freely again. Pa covered the 6 windows in the house in seconds, but it wasn’t enough. We had to sit the helpless until the storm Stopped. Ma was coughing out dust, just trying to survive.
The lanky, mysterious, good looking guy walks into a small little coffee shop in Cherrywood. As Dan opened the door, a strong bittersweet smell made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
It all started as June was loitering beside a busy street, ignoring the construction of the new building being put in place. It was almost done as she could tell, glass windows lining the sides and brick next to it. June shielded her eyes from the glass reflecting the sunlight, making the windows sparkle. June briefly brushed a strand of her jet black, silky hair behind her ear.
I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.
Drip, drip, drop. The appearance of the rain drops hitting the water of the pool reminds me of stones being throw in the water, and how they created those perfect circles that would expand until they faded away. Though the stones made the water react, it was still the same water; it went back to being flat. Do you suppose that we take these simple visuals, and make them into something more meaningful than what it really is? It really is just simple nature, yet we put more beauty and symbolism into. At least, that was how I see the world now that my mind no longer sees tricks as magic.
I didn't know what to say to him. My mind was empty. I couldn't tell whether he was sad or angry. It was difficult for me to interpret his emotions. He was not the kind to sew his heart on his sleeve. Yet, I saw tears streaming down his cheek whenever he was all alone. I felt bad for him, for the boy whose parents had died in a storm.
“Sorry, It’s my first time on a date, so I don’t know what to say, sorry” I apologise.
One summer night in a neighbourhood, Bryan got on his motorcycle and was looking for a ramp. Then he hit a fence and found a slide. He jumped over the fence and landed in a cold, cold pool. Then the pool’s owner had just seen what happened. She called the local police station to get him out and warm. Then his dad came to pick him up.
“Madeline,” I hear through my endless solitude. It was quiet enough that I could have imagined it. I must have wanted to hear it so bad that I thought it was there. Thwarted by my realization, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. “Madeline” it says again. I open my eyes to find that same sunny ceiling, in an entirely empty room. “Madeline.” It
A panicked yelp rang out in the distance, followed by a screech of tires. The women continued walking, only a few casting a wondering glance towards the noise. The church bell was ringing, merry as we exited the church and the wind blew gently. My mother and father engaged the locals in conversation, eager to know more about the island we were on, Nui Tapu Tapu, a place only really known because of the tsunami damage it took on in September 2009. “What is that?” I asked my mother, as I pointed to two men dragging something black behind them. Yet before she could answer, I figured it out for myself. A strange pit formed in my stomach as I watched them drag a young dog behind them. “That must have been what caused the screech earlier.” My mother
It was a hot, summer morning in late June when I heard barking outside my door. It was my dog, lucky, trying to wake me up. I got up and went downstairs.
I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.
The sky was bright and the birds were sitting on the tree branches singing their songs. I layed in bed slowly trying to pull myself out of bed. It would be my first day back to school in 3 days. I reach for my phone to look at the time. 7:15. Schools already started so there is no point in going. The teachers will understand. I set my phone back down on the nightstand. After a few minutes pass by I hear my phone buzz. It’s a text from my friend, Britney.