It was just a train ride, nothing more. Rails clack and click and a train makes it’s way to a merry destination. Benches are hard, fellow passengers noisy, and friends noisier. Southern central grass lies outside the smoke fogged window and my fingers trace invisible marks onto the glass. Every detail perfect and my conscious mind blissfully unaware of the illusory unreality, but my heart knows what comes next. A screeching halt and, barely an instant later, the blinding fury of explosion. Flailing in turbulent heat I grasp for the window and slap at it with a blood slimed finger, it doesn’t open. I’m trapped in this deathly oven of flying shrapnel and screams. I’m alone. A hand punches through the glass and cool air pours onto my face as …show more content…
Then she said the words and I broke, “Are you alright?” Her face a portrait of concern, the bedroom somehow exploding, then everything snapped. I sagged onto the tiles, every vestige of strength sapped from my watery muscles. My lungs began shallowly pumping air. Distantly I watched Tracy edge across the floor, wary and concerned. Some detached part of me noticed that she’d slept in her uniform again, why hadn’t I noticed that? She rested her hand gently upon my shaking shoulder and knelt. “Dreams?” She asked, face so heartbroken it hurt me to know how badly I hurt hurt her. “I got too much to-to dream about.” I shuddered and suddenly felt desperately weak and cold. Grasping at the bedframe, I dragged myself upright and hauled myself into my bed, curling protectively onto my stomach. Tracy began to tiptoe towards the door, her footsteps falling so gently on the tile that they barely made a sound. “Tracy?” I sobbed and she whirled around, a single tear marring her perfect cheek. “Somehow… I feel like I'm searching for something, but I have no clue what it is.” I cried, face half buried. “Me too,” She smiled through her tears and left my …show more content…
“We have to do this as a team! Snap out of it, stop blaming yourself. We can do this together!” He bellowed, voice cracking at it’s highest pitch. The haze fogging my eyes cleared and I glimpsed his mud spattered blond hair and his desperate face. Tracy stood behind him, a shadow of what she was four months ago. That is when I realized it and I knew what I had been looking for. I sagged, understanding dawning on me. We were a team and we could pull through this. We all make mistakes sometimes, we all fail. But our team is willing to pull us out of the mud and hike through this battle together. I wasn’t alone, and that is what I’d been looking for, even though it’d been in front of my face the whole
When the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
“Hannah, I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way”, Hannah’s mum said as tears began to well up from the corner of her eyes. “I don’t look at you as a reminder of disappointment; I look at you as a reminder of how blessed I am to have a daughter as wonderful as you. I may have had some slip ups along the way with how I reacted, but I have never stopped loving you. You may not be a coincidence, but you are a true blessing”.
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she made her way along the path through the forest. Zero, that's what they called her, she had been called that for so long, her real name wasn't even in her memories. Zero had finally escaped her hostile home and away from her sisters who tortured her in every way possible. The dark sky put the seventeen year old at ease, she had always loved the dark, the bright stars reminded her of the diamonds her mother wore when she was still alive. The moon was shining down on the trees and flowers that grew along the path, everything was calming, the sounds of crickets, the occasional owl, and the leaves crunching under her combat boots. Her peace was ended when the sounds of running, yelling, and gunshots were heard near by. Zero’s pace picked up to a sprint as the noises got closer to the girl. The ground approached Zero quickly as she was tackled to the ground. A small-ish feminine hand covered the girl's mouth and the owner of the hand held a cold object against her throat. “If you scream, Ill kill you. Got it?”
The man’s eyes grudgingly opened to a blinding and distorted light staring back at him. A soft intangible whisper could be heard that slowly increased in volume as his eyes start to focus on his surroundings. He came to realize he was lying down, and saw two people talking in the hallway, as his focus became clearer, he was able to distinguish their features. With her back toward him, he saw a short lady in a white uniform, talking in an unpleasant tone to the man facing him. “I don’t care, we’re wasting precious time, and it is of the most important that we speak to him NOW.”
She sat there silently, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. Her village now in smoldering ruins as the sun came up. She sat amongst the rubble, covered in sweat and soot, still numb from what she experienced the night before. It happened so quickly there was no time to react. The marauders came late and in such force, there was no time to do anything and nowhere to run. All around her in the darkness, she could hear the cries of her people and the maniacal laughter of the warring tribesman who had come to kill them all without any thought of mercy.
Birds and stars were flying right above me. I sat there looking at them for a while. Still squeezing the ball for five seconds and releasing for three. I could not think of anything my head felt fuzzy, so I continued to look at the birds and stars despite that these were warning signs. Somebody was right beside me I could not make out who. Perhaps, I should tell him. I debated it until it just slipped out of my mouth, “Heya, dude, I am feeling a lit- little lightheaded here.” My thoughts were racing now, Did he hear me? Wouldn’t they do something? Do they know what to do? Should I try again? Okay the most logical thing to do is to try and tell him again, he must of not heard me, he wouldn’t just leave me here. Though I decided that I was going to tell him, my head was still fuzzy, I continued to look at the birds and the stars. Wait, why am I here? What
Streaming like rivers down my face were tears that day, my heart torn to shreds in a matter of only minutes. Starting with a decision, impossible for some, and yet I had already decided on my answer beforehand. No, I wouldn't trade places, I wouldn't let you save me at such vast of a cost. In the end, it didn't matter, what I said didn't make a difference, the same thing happened. Murdered in cold blood right in front of me, electricity jolted through his body, without a hint of hesitation from the executioner and Liam was gone.
Without worrying about who may see her, Marlene drove down Riverdale Blvd, allowing her mind to wander, thinking about the good times, she and her mother enjoyed since her father passed away several years ago. Suddenly tears poured down her face, forcing her to stop at the curb. “I’m sorry, Mom, you can’t be dead. What am I going to do without my best friend? Dear God, please wake me from this nightmare,” she
"I 'm sorry," she replied and her voice cracked as she brought her hands to wipe her eyes, rubbing them roughly and turning them red, her chest heaved a sob as she dried them, but to no avail as more tears followed, soaking her hands eventually, "it 's just," there was a small pause as her chest heaved with another sob, "after all this time we’ve known each other and
Roslyn's mouth and throat was dry. She slid her arm out from under the blanket in search of the water-bottle she kept on her nightstand. When she felt only air where her nightstand should have been she thought this strange, but didn't fret over it. She shifted, and instead of the edge of her bed, her foot pressed up against something firm and upholstered. This was also strange.
Knocked down, face flat on the floor, she cried herself to sleep for the longest time. “This was an impossible chase. I can’t do this anymore,” she thought to herself.
She got to her feet and ran after him through the door. The room was different though, so bright that it hurt her eyes. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t get her back. She’s not responding, I’m sorry.” a woman was still weeping. A curtain hid the view of the voices, and when she tried to grab it to pull it back her hand just went through. She walked through the curtain and looked down at the bed.