The Forgotten Existence - Him

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

I lay down on smy stomach, on the near horizontal seat and placed my head near the tinted windshield, and my feet on the pedals near the back. The exhaust spit out flames as I placed my hands on the protruding steering handles and felt the engine roar with exitement beneath

The radiant rays of light leapt off of the sun’s surface while a tiny flock of hummingbirds filled the azure sky with their sweet song. Meanwhile, the sky itself was clear, a blank canvas of light blue painted across the horizon. At the time, I was 5’5, athletically built, and relatively average in height compared to my seventh grade classmates. I had uneven locks of black hair that seemed to go out in every direction, similar to the quills of porcupine. Nevertheless, my body movements were sluggish due to the lack of sleep I had been receiving.

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

The boy lay there next to his father keeping each other warm from the chilling atmosphere where they set camp. The air was so moist it turned the dirt into damp mud and the boy could feel his sleeping bag submerge into it. The intimidating glare of an owl examining him sent a tingle up his spine. The sounds of bugs chiming filled the ambience, killing the silence giving him a sense of security. He looked up at the twilight sky illuminated by the blinding shimmer of the full moon gleaming through the forest trees over him. Surrounding it was an array of glimmering stars prompting the sky alive. As his body grew accustomed to the environment, each natural attribute gave him comfort and allowed him to slowly fall into a deep sleep.

A giant navy blue blanket pulls over the sky with shimmering stars sew on as buttons. The boundless sky above held varying hues of vermilion rays striking through the soot covered cotton balls. The rays provided a weird warmth and reassurance that they would come back again. However, with much of the warmth and reassurance, tears ultimately still rolled down my face much like the rain droplets run down the glass panes. The swing moves back and forth to the pace of the tip of my feet, kicking off the bare black mat floor. With each additional creak of the moving swing, the accumulation of tears and snot intensified. A tingling sensation finds itself in my bright ruby nose from the jarring wind.

CRASH! It was as if a freight train had hit head on with me, the noise was deafening. Suddenly there were white airbags that had erupted all around me and I was slammed into the side of the truck. We had just been t-boned by an oncoming Toyota pick-up truck. I was faintly aware that our truck was still inching forward until it came to a stop. I looked around. We were next to the library.

`Beat me!' he heard her cry. `Throw me down and beat me you dirty little coward!' A moment later she rushed out into the dusk waving her hands and shouting; before he could move from his door the business was over. The `death car' as the newspapers called it, didn't stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment and then

A jagged diamond of bright white light, fuzzy like he was looking through an unfocused camera, appeared directly above him. At the same time the pain awoke, a searing fire in his lower back and legs, and then he noticed the cold. He didn’t want to move in case he’d broken something when he fell, assuming he could move, and assuming he did fall, so he just laid there, blinking up at the jagged white diamond.

It was difficult to tell how long George laid on the ground. The wind picked up, then slowed, then picked up yet again. The stars continued to sparkle down on the valley. The trees visible from the highway swayed in the wind, and birds perched on their branches stayed silent.

His warm breath contrasting sharply with the chilled air, while his skin looked as though it could have been taken straight from the darkened sky that glittered high above. Thoughts began to drift into the man’s hazy mind. About their first meeting in her father’s shop, how he’d rescued her from the bugger who yabbered on about chooks. Eventually, his thoughts brought him back

He recalls what happened the images of the shadow of a man behind his back and then after that he heard a loud noise. Kevin was able to drive but soon enough he passed out and drifted off the pavements.

It’s around 2a.m. on a Wednesday morning. The stars shine brightly in the night sky, the moon illuminating the ground. A cool breeze blew every now and then, only felt on the face of a teenage boy as he walks along the sidewalk. Cars drive past every now and then, but he ignores them. He stops when he gets to the bridge that crosses over the river in town. He looks down at the water below, his heart thumping in his chest.He could end it all with one leap. The bad grades, the thoughts always haunting his mind, the depression. He closes his eyes, letting out a deep shaky breath. One step forward and he’s closer to the edge. The water below is calm, the slight breeze moving the water. He opens his eyes at the sound of a voice from a stranger,

It was dark, cold and, wet, and the bright thing above me grew larger and larger. The warmth was refreshing and gave me the strength to stand. Shaky at first and hardly able to stand, found my mother and drank the warm substance so delicious, then a short nap.

I woke up like a corpse rises from the grave, my red eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat; dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures scavenging my flesh. As the tears coated my face, I sat up until a symphony of cracks sang from my spine. Despite the agonizing pain, I turned around and the world revealed itself as a contemporary