A Lost Dream : The Time Where I Thought About My Death

I remember the first time I went to Disney World; excited and eager like a child on the first day of school. I already had my suitcase packed two weeks before we even left, and that two weeks felt more like two years. The night before we left, I couldn’t sleep. It was like I had nonstop adrenaline rushing through my body. All I could think about were the rides, princesses, and that beautiful beach I’ve seen thousands of pictures of. Finally, after hours and hours of stirring around, I fell asleep.

Now we couldn't see anything. It was hard to breathe. Me and my friends were all next to each other trying to find our way back. It was impossible because we couldn't see which way we were going. One of my friends said ¨I can't breathe!¨ all of us said it's ok we're gonna make it. Then my friend died in front of all of us. My friends started to die one by one, I saw them all die right in front of me. Then I realised that I wasn't gonna make it, so I started to cry because all my friends were dead, and I was about to die. Then someone came to me and said ¨Can you breathe.¨ But it was too late. As the guy came I suffocated to death. Well, I thought I was, but then I woke up in my house. I thought I was dead. It turned out that the guy saved me somehow. I don't know how he did, but he did. Everything was back to normal except for the fact that my friends

The last sounds I recall hearing were three deafening bangs, and one boom. I remember spinning rapidly through what seemed like a never-ending hole of eerie darkness. My sassy, independent self was frightened, so I closed my eyes and prayed that I would live to see the next day. I eventually gained the courage to open my eyes, and continued to lie numb on the street, utterly confused. I kept wondering where I was, and even what day it was. I cautiously stood up as the cold drizzle continued to pour down all around me, collecting in crevices across the long, cobblestone street. I glanced down at my clothes, and saw they were destroyed by mud that had been splattered by passing horses. I continued to survey my surroundings , and that is when

I could taste the snow in my face. I could feel my stomach curl straight into a knot as I plummeted straight down in the snow. Just then, I hit some kind of rock. My sled tipped up, I left the air. I could hear the crack of my sled. I was flipping straightforward. I saw the snow that my face was about to crush as my sled broke into two pieces and I was on the piece that didn’t land upside down. Although I had survived this I was only about halfway down the hill, and I was about to hit the ramps. I could hear the whip of wind as my head hung over the broken sled. As I tried a weak attempt to steer the sled away from the ramps I tasted someone's sled that had been abandoned. As it hit me in the face I felt my sled hitting a ramp. I plummeted up in the air. I was high up, I saw my life flash by my eyes. Then I heard crash of my sled back onto the ground. There was someone next to me in a sled with a rope. I could smell the cold on the the rope. He threw the rope to me. But it was a bad throw. I saw the rope hit a bump in the snow. His sled slowed down and and stopped with the end of the rope. I tasted the dropped of water coming from the snow. I smelled nothing but the cold air, just then, I held my sled crash into the icy lake at the bottom of the hill. The lake was frozen solid, but I still heard little cracking sounds each time I stepped. When I was walking back, I heard my mom screaming my name. I heard the roar of her car

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

I woke up a couple of hours later and saw that no one was there and I was so confused and also really scared. I started walking back home when I noticed some people walking and had looked hurt. I went to ask them where everybody was and they just looked at me and collapsed. I also tried to wake them up, but they were gone, I had to get out of there. I started running and didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care as long as I got to somewhere safe and got

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One day I was riding my bike up in down the street in our neighborhood and all of the sudden I hear the gears of the chain making a weird noise I look down now because my shoelace is now stuck and I can't stop. My vision is going blurry and i'm yelping for pain, I HAVE LOST CONTROL!!!! I am feeling nothing anymore and now i feel very light and i think to myself am I dead and then all of the sudden I feel a stinging like acid is being poured onto my skin. I open my eyes and realize my whole leg is in alcohol and I burns I just want to say, #!@$@!#$#@!$@#$!@#$!@#$!@#$!@#$!@#!!@$%!$@#!%$@!%#$@%!#$@!%@#!%@#$ but I don't and then i'm having gauze wrapped around my leg and i realize i'm in the house. And i'm alive

Halfway home I saw this woman crying over something ,but I was not close enough to see it. Being the nosey person I am I just had to go see what the big fuss was about. Not the best idea ,but I still went on with it. I walked up to the women the tapped on her shoulder; when she turned around I was frozen we fear. The object was no long unidentifiable ,nope it was as clear as day that the women had been crying over a dead guys body. I was petrified, I could not think, talk, or even begin to understand why this beautiful women was crying over this dead body. So I asked her, “umm..ma'am… are you ok?”,she did not answer the first time so I poked her again and asked “do you want me to call 911?” that's when she finally reacted. The women went ballistic on me and began to call me very mean names she jolited up and made a move as if she was going to come after me so I did what everyone would do...run. I ran till my legs gave out. I stopped when I realized I had no clues where I was and did not have my phone on me. My head was spinning I know that this is when I was going to die. I did not have it in me to keep on going; my feet were bleeding from these heels that I somehow still had on. I was just about to lose all my hope ,but then I saw bus stop and decided I needed to sit down and rest. I had not realized just how tired I was until I felt my eyelid flider

I get to go to Disneyland. My extended family and I are going in March. I haven’t been for such a long time. I can’t wait to go on the thrilling roller coasters. I’m excited for all of the cool disney rides like: The Log Ride, The Matterhorn, and my favorite, The Indiana Jones Ride. Also, I love staying in hotels. It’s like living in a mansion with amazing choices for breakfast and you even have your own cleaning service. Besides, I just like riding in the elevators. It is going to be lots of fun.

Today and yesterday were the best days ever, especially with my friends, the other students that attended the same high school as I did, and even more students, all from different regions, and all graduating the same year as I am, us all coming to Disneyland to have just one more night of fun before they set foot into the world of life. I have not been to Disneyland in a long time, the last time I was at Disneyland was when I was about ten or so, I think, or when the annual passes were cheap. When the passes were cheap my family would buy them and go as many times as we can within the times we were allowed to go, because they did have blackout dates, and when we went, We Had a Ball.

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The sun had just begun to set behind the tall pine trees, as I began my drive home. I rolled my windows down to feel the crisp, chilly November air. The cool air made the hairs on my arms stand up like the quills on a porcupine’s back. I leaned back into my seat to enjoy the ride. The sun quickly disappeared and was soon replaced by the moon. The black asphalt of the road began to glisten like a calm stream under the moonlight. My truck seemed to glide across it like a boat on a river. I turned up the radio to distract the thoughts about work that were racing through my head. I was ready to make it home to see my family. I began to climb a steep hill as I saw what looked like two glowing eyes coming over the top of the mountain. As the eyes drew closer, I realized that it was a semi truck. The truck began to cross the yellow line and head straight towards me. My mind began to race and think of options of what to do. However, time was not on my side. I began to spin and roll down the steep hill. It felt as though I was a towel being flung around inside of a washing machine. “I am going to die”, was the only