Creative Writing: Never Ending Depression

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Purgatory: A place where the most malignant/hazardous fiends are jailed due to their assailments on the human race. Their thirst for human blood still lingered within them, even after centuries of being caged in Purgatory. They probed everywhere for a way out of the illimitable, gloomy, foggy forest and rivers; killing themselves and others with hunger and insanity. Once a fiend is in, it’s nearly impossible to get out without a Reaper’s or Knight’s scythe.

At some point, she decides to stop running. It’s been hours or minutes, she doesn’t know and for once she doesn’t care. All she knows is if she doesn’t find refuge soon, she’ll collapse and it’s better to do that someplace that feels secure than in the open.

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

"You're ten centimeters dilated, Clara, you can start to push whenever you feel the urge to," instructed the nurse. Through tired eyes, Clara looked over to her husband for encouragement and received a reassuring smile.

Blowing warm air into her hands, she trudged across the street towards her condo. Her back was aching from the mass of textbooks she carried in her backpack. Her winter boots had filled up with snow, and made her feet feel like over-frozen popsicles. Through the front window, she saw the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree, all decorated and sparkling. She shuddered as she walked up the stairs towards the front door. As she opened the door, immediate warmth filled her body. She felt like melting. Hot chocolate was all she could think of.

Benji Jeffers sat in silence. He plopped himself down on a rock, slumping into a lazy posture, and stared. Something about his demeanor was eerily calm, looking back on it. After all, we were, in fact, stranded.

He was worn out, his hand hurt badly, and now he had to fight for his life with one of those enormous warriors.

It takes a lot of courage in order to become lesser than you expect to be. She cries on her pillow as she realizes what she meant to him. However, even knowing it, she cried not for herself but for him.

Eyes open, sprawled out and I grasp at… air, air. Waking up I’m no longer in the nightmarish abyss, clutching at the light above, my fingertips never reaching a single ray. Still I’m sweating down waterfalls, panting, panting…panting for no reason. There aren’t any cliffs in Florida. The land’s flat. I’m not going to fall off anything anytime soon. Cue Bob Marley on the Music app: “Don’t worry about a thing, because every little thing is going to be al…”

Okay, to get questions out of the way, this is more of something I'm doing to relieve myself of something that's been weighing myself down for a very long time. But, be that as it may, I'm interested in seeing who else realizes this as well, so that is why I am leaving this on public. Okay, to start with, the title. "Broken World". I chose that for the title to show potential readers what it is that I am currently trying to tell people what I see when I look at the world. I see it as broken. Some people do not, and I understand how that is possible. But, what the point I am trying to get across is to at least show or introduce some people to the issues that stand in our world at the current time that are ruining it and making it harder for

They had to wait a little while, so they went for a little wander around the restaurant and took a glance out the window at the amazing view of the ocean. “Oh, it’s snowing outside”. “Oh no, i left the window open at home”. So they dashed home as rapidly as they could to shut the window. When they got home Tahlee sprinted inside and Missy casually tiptoed behind. When Tahlee ran inside she found that her bedroom was full of, nothing just cold air. “Fewwww” sighed Tahlee. She closed the window and drove back out to Hogs Breath to finish eating their lunch. After they finished their lunch they traveled back home and played in the snow. Tahlee and Missy had a snowball fight and obviously Tahlee won because Missy doesn’t have arms. Missy went of to have a long sleep in her extremely warm kennel. She was asleep for about an hour so not very long atall. She woke up and went to go and look for her secret stash of socks that she hides. She walked through the broad. layer of snow but for some reason none of the socks where there. Missy walked around with a depressed face looking for them. She wined and wined and wined until Tahlee said “Missy can you please be quiet”. So Missy listened to what Tahlee said and very slowly dawdled back to her soft warm bed. Missy decided not to go to bed instead she wanted to investigate where all her socks are. She put on her pink fedora and set of to

I sat alone. But don’t get me wrong--that’s a good thing. Being alone allows me to relax, to recollect, to remember. My mind was a kaleidoscope of memories.

Carly and lillian jean were best friends. Although she could be mean to people, especially Cassie because she was black. One time her and cassie got in a big fight, she told me not to tell anyone because Cassie told her not or else she’ed do something, but I don’t know what is it was. Her and cassie had a long history. I was basically Lillian jean go to person if she needed to tell something about cassie or anything I was there for here, I have never told any of her secrets. Even when we were 5 years old I never told anyone her secrets. Me and lillian jean met in strawberry and we knew right then it would be an unbreakable friendship because we have never gotten into a fight and agreed on everything. At school we would always help each other