My Thoughts On My Life

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

The roof looked battered and dilapidated. The roof was pointy, like the point on a witch’s hat. The roof sloped at odd angles. So much so that you would look at it and wonder, what would happen if you skied off the roof in the winter? The house had droopy, wooden shutters on the windows that were hung crookedly on purpose. The house was a yellow beige color with odd leadlight

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

In a moment of insanity, in a single second, in a single mistake, a decision that you make in a moment could all change the course of the next few months of your life. I was in my car, my tears fogging up the window of my mom’s blue Honda Pilot, the tension clogging up the air. I can feel my sweat and tears dripping down my face, more tears than I have had in awhile. It feels different. I began to wonder why the tears came down this much. The only thing I could hear was the faint radio, which my mom had turned down, my face is pressed against that window looking into the distance, hoping for a miracle. I could see the sadness of my mom’s eyes looking back at me every few seconds. Those seconds ticking into minutes, all of them in which

The entire ride home from Morrie's had a horrible sense of finality to it. That was the last time I would see my old professor, as much as it pained me to admit, I knew it was inevitable. The world around me began to slow. I was hungry, but couldn’t bring myself eat. There were so many thoughts running through my head as I slammed the brakes of my car. I felt isolated, like I was the only person in the world. Cars continued to drive all around, some were still behind me blaring their horns, but I just sat there, coming

Hearing that Kevin had cancer, paired with the devastated expression on his face, my heart sank. The occasional heaviness in the air at the shelter seemed to amplify and words – of which I usually have plenty – seemed to scurry from my tongue. I sat with him, I listened to him, and I did what I could to show him that I

I walk up the steps of the house, looking around at the cracking paint that lines the walls. the stairs creak under me, I look down at the sagging wood and hurry to the porch which isn't any better. mold is covering it along with the fall leaves and sunken wood spots. I reach out and pull open the screen door,it makes a loud screeching noise. I shove my little silver key into the locked door, i twist and lean my shoulder against the door giving it a little push to open. The smell of old wood hits me before I get inside. I Step inside letting the screen door slam behind me. I look around, dust is falling through the air in the streams of daylight from the broken window. There's a couch in the middle of the room with a coffee table. I walk to

As the rain picked up, the windshield fogged over. The heat didn't work in the old car, and Sarah reached forward as she drove down the familiar route, wiping the condensation off the windshield with her hand, so she could see. When she caught sight of the rode ahead, she slammed on the brakes, seeing the light in front of her had turned abruptly to red. As they slid to a stop on the worn old tires, a thump in the back seat made Sarah's gut clench with sickened dread.

“I swear, for a 73 year old man you can be such a teenager sometimes,” she giggled as we approached the area which was once closed off by a curtain but now open. Allie was an older woman, not as old as me, no she looked young but you could tell she was sick. Her skin was pale with the lightest bit of color to it, her hair cut short probably from the treatments. She lay in with a book in her hands, trying her hardest to hold it up and even harder to turn a page every so often. She was beautiful. Lilly had left me out by some of the other wheelchaired patients to go to her desk and fill out paperwork. I wasn’t her only problem around here so I understood why she had to go. I slowly began turning the wheels attached to my chair over to where Allie’s bed was. She put her book down slowly, “Hello? Do I know you?” “No, we haven’t had the chance to meet until now. I’m Noah, and I hear you’re Allie?” Her face seemed to light up a bit, “Yes, I’m Allie I’m one of the quote on quote newer patients here.” “I see, so miss Allie how did a beautiful gal like yourself end up here?” I began to see more color in her face with every word I said to her. “I was diagnosed last year with stage 2 cancer and have been fighting it at home ever since but they say it’s gotten worse and that I should stay here now.” “Well welcome to the happiest place on earth than miss Allie,” she smiled every

In the corner of the room, an old lady was slouched on a cracked, olive upholstered chair. A man gripped her veiny hand and softly patted her back. She appeared to suffer from a vigorous cough, which originated deep in her chest. Delicate curls framed her fragile face as hair was neatly swept to one side. A double string of ivory pearls swooped around her neck, landing in the lull of her collarbone. Vintage black eyeglasses were diligently balancing on the bridge of her crinkly nose. The wrinkles that adorned her face were indicative of many years lived and with each cough, they furrowed. She wore a knitted rose cardigan over what appeared to be a light blue night gown. It was evident that she had been rushed to the hospital as she was still wearing her fucia puffy slippers.

Everyone has their own unique beliefs and motives that push them through their lives. I have many different beliefs instilled in me that mold my day to day life. These beliefs have been formed either by learning from my parents, or by personal experiences. One major conviction of mine is the pursuit of happiness. There are many ways to strive for happiness, and all people are unique in the fact that no one shares the same goals. My happiness comes from a core of beliefs. Religion is an extremely important part of my life, and I can thank my mother and father for that. Another belief of mine is that hard work pays off; in many situations I have been shown that a good work ethic goes a long way in being successful. I also believe in being an optimist throughout life’s trials and tribulations. Many things can upset me in day to day experiences; however, I believe it to be crucial to obtain a joyous attitude. These beliefs have become priorities to me and carry me through my life, and help me to succeed.

breathe or function at all and would be an empty shell for one cannot operate or function without it.