“I wish it were a dream, the waves of evil crashing over us. Wake up, my love, Please don’t give up on me,” is what I said when she was hit by a car. The moment I saw it, I felt a pang in my chest. I ran to her then carried her in my arm. Sprinting on the sidewalk felt like I were in decelerating motion, moving swiftly through the azure breeze. Tears pouring. Then it appeared to me, she was gone butterflies flying everywhere, but how could she just disappear? I crashed on the floor crying in anguish.
I want to tell you, it’s not my fault. However, I would say, that it is peculiar that a ninety-year-old man could have such sage, but give what felt like an interminabletirade. I mean, all I did was shrink myself… right? At least I believe so, it seems so real; but I’m a mini Lego figure… My Dream! I always wanted to be a lego figure. Mainly because it’s was just the best thing ever, but now something is up. I’m surrounded by rocks? No ladybugs! I hate those so much! They are on me I can’t move! Help!
It was September ninth, barely past afternoon; where the sun would set, and the sky was orange. I ran to the beat of my music and jogged slowly when I was out of breath. As I jogged, A boy waved at me to get my attention. I slowed, slower than I was, and went to a stop. I took off the earpiece I had in my ear to listen to what the boy had to say. In the boy’s hand, he had a hot dog and a prison. I asked the boy a question saying,” May I help you?.” The boy responded shyly,” My mom told me to ask if you wanted food because we had extra… And because it was my birthday.” I handed my hands out saying,” Thank you. Have a good day.” The kid ran back to his parents and I waved and made my way to a bench to eat the food the boy gave me. Christopher Lindsey said,” It was the heartwarming thing that ever happened to me. One day I will do the same, and I hope that the person I did it to could continue on.”
I awake on a rug; who would of thought, that if anyone gets knocked out by a person, they should at least treat you right. Right? Slowly I arise, rubbing the bruise the baseball bat had made. “Ow…” I say in a whispering tone. As I slowly get off the floor, i realize that the room is empty. Silence flew across the room. “Hello!” I shout, hoping anyone could hear me, though I get no response, but a echo. Maybe… I can use the echo as a way to find a way out… or someone. I thought. I take a big breath, ready to let it all out, but before I could I get slapped in the back and flung to the floor. “Oh dear” a girl said behind me. “I did not mean to pack such a punch, truly sorry.” the girl said in a humors tone. The girl then comes to help me up to my feet, and while she does, I then get amazed at the beauty I see before me. She wore a vivid dress that went all the way to her knees. Her shoes were crystal like Cinderellas glass slippers. She had some of her hair covering her face, the rest where behind her. And her voice! Oh her voice, was the sound of the best melody I have ever heard. I blushed so hard my face turned red.
After the girl helped me up, I just stood there in amazement. “Uh. Sorry for that.” she said breaking my day dream. “Oh, no, it’s fine!” I said, like I took to many pain killer shots. After a long while of silence, she spoke,” So, let’s pretend that this never happend, and you just came to see a girl you were attracted to.” In a nervous tone. “Yea,” I continued,” So what’s you name?” “My name… Oh yeah, my name is Yui Kanjaku.” I blush by the sound of her name, isn’t that something. “Welp, my name is–” I stopped short, after Yui interrupted me. ” I know who you are.” “Oh… Well then um.. Stalker *Cough* *Cough*.” “Hey!” Yui said giggling. “Close your eyes” She said, still giggling. “Okeh,” I respond. A few moments later of silence and magical sounds, She finally says,” Ok, open your eyes now.” After doing so, I find here to have fox like ears, and a tail swaying slowly behind her. Suddenly, I feel the urge to touch her ears. But little did I know, it ended in a frying pan colliding with my face, with her beautiful face blushing bright red.
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It’s 5:30. Yet I have not decided if I want to go to Hooper House. Is it worth? I recall the cover of the letter. Oh, how inspiring it is. What if it was a trap? Well…. That wouldn’t be because i’m worthless. However, the point I want to make, is it could be bad. I prepare to leave. It’s 5:48. Amazing what one could do, just standing, thinking in the abyss. I finally leave and it’s 5:55. Don’t want to be late to my death sentence, do I?
I make. 6:25, I finally arrived to a dark-ish blue house. No lights were on but one. The one that had to be red in the bottom left corner of the house; A living room. A unrecognizable figure stood there, aware of my presents. I think to myself: Going into a house that is dark blue, no light but a red one and a figure that knows I have arrived. Not a good Idea aren’t I right? I pause in the car. The hunger for an adventure rumbles, like a fly attracted to the light bulb. The idea of death leaves me at pain of every thought, like falling in a bottomless pit.
Finally, I get out the car, acquiring the guts to face my fears. I view the treated walk way to the house, like being in a long corridor with flickering lights. Every step I took, felt like my legs would break at any misplace. The air became denser each breath I took. Reaching the front porch, arrived stairs. For some apparent reason, this house gave the Good O’ Rump spanking, because the effect this place I received un-wantingly, gave me the worse time going up these stairs. I barely lift my right leg to the first step out of ten. I felt like I was going to die. The pain. The agony of going up these stairs gave me cramps between my toes and up.
I nearly broke my arm trying to tell the time. I felt as though the weight of my arms grew ten times. I arrived here at 6:25. It was 8:30 as I finally reached the last step. Basically I spent two hours on these stairs. But that’s besides the point.—
I make it the the door step. I ring the doorbell. I heard a roar of “EXCUSE ME!” The last thing I saw was a baseball bat to my head. It probably cracked my skull. And the few, very last thought I had was: I spent hours on stairs that practically broke my legs. I reached a retched house. I get knocked out with a baseball bat, falling in slow motion. It was at the time where I could of sworn… I met the end.
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What is the point of it all? Living, but no purpose. Breathing, but just taking up space. Yet i’m here. If I had parents, I would ask them what am I doing here? Why am I here? But I can’t. I want something more. Something better in life. I’m dying like an epidemic has struck me. I don’t like being alone. I hate the silence when I wake up. I miss the warm hugs and kisses that my mom and dad used to give me; when they were still alive. Sometimes I think I can start over, but what good would that be?
I wake up… Though I just lay there in the dark room, with little illuminate light from the curtain. After around thirty minutes of staring, like I was paralyzed, I finally decide to wake up. I make my way down stairs as an envelope slips through the air, soaring, cutting through the air landing right at my feet, like it has been flying for four hours straight. I pick it up, startled. The front cover read,”I know how you feel. Living without a propose. Like your a piece of trash in the rain. Getting soaked in the rain. and eventually your content will fade. Or maybe someone decides to pick you up, but ends up tearing you, due to your submerge of water… In all fairness it would be easier if you were just thrown where you were meant to go, the trash. Where all trash goes. Meet me at Hooper House 6:00 PM.”
I thought about it, and in the end…. What’s the point anyway?
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Here is that Lit Smashing Music You requested For!
“There is always a song that describes, one. Searching lingers. At last, the time comes, the song the description of you is found. Only one thing left; time to jam,” says Stewert Ward.
A song that encompasses me is “Youth,” by Shawn Mendes. This song signifies me because of the powerful message it delivers. The first point is the phrase “you can’t take my youth away” meaning if anyone makes you down or something bad happens, it’s not the end.
My second point is by using the phrase “as long as I wake up today.” This describes me because if I can wake up the next day, then everything will be alright.
Lastly, The phrase “Pain but I won’t let it change into hate. But I won’t let it change me.” If I am ever down or anything negative happens, I won’t let it get to me, but rather accept the fact of where I am. All in all, these three points explain why this song is me.
Looking around, I find a Jolly Rancher. Such a shame it is just out in the open… Stranded alone. Thankfully the wrapper was on it, concealed. Almost like a fresh piece of candy you get out of a machine. I tear the wrapper of, like the first day I had
Christmas. I grab my jolly rancher, noticing how thin it was; like a pencil. The length was impeccable, like a 12 – inch ruler. The texture was sticky, much like a piece of gum. The last thing in mind… What any boy would do. Pop that bad boy right in my mouth!
The only thing missings some Smashing Music! Let me hit you with that Caillou!
