The Tower I stand at the base of the tower, shivering in its shadow as I contemplate the task ahead of me. I look at my watch, it reads 3:00pm. All I have to do is climb up and jump. Then it should all be over. Easy enough, right? Damn it's cold. I remember my jacket, folded neatly on the passenger seat of my new car. I shouldn't have taken it off. "Oh well, too late now," I mutter under my breath. "Since when do I talk to talk to myself?" I mutter again. I slap my head in frustration. My heart is thumping in my chest, as if it's trying to burst out. I start to pace around the ladder. Maybe it is a stupid idea after all? Maybe I don't need to do this? Maybe I should just go home? I stop suddenly, swallowing the lump in my throat and …show more content…
I was driving, sunlight was streamed through the windscreen. My little sister Kat sat in the passenger seat. The windows were down, the radio was on max volume. We were banging our heads and singing along. The drivers in the other cars gave us dirty looks, but we didn't care. Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody came on. I looked at her, a smile crept onto her …show more content…
If I had to guess I'd say that I'm approximately half way up. I look around, recognising landmarks in my town. I suddenly feel dizzy, pulling my body in as close to the ladder as possible to stop myself from slipping. I can feel hot bile rising in my throat. I guess this is why they tell people not to look down. I swallow hard and take three deep breaths. In through my nose, out through my mouth. That's meant to calm people down, right? It's not working. This really isn't the best time for me to have a panic attack. I try closing my eyes. I didn't feel anything when the car hit. I remember seeing the accident play out in my mind in slow motion, seconds before it actually hit. The other car came through the passenger side, right where Kat was sitting. I didn't have time to react. I heard the violent crunch of metal on metal, glass on glass. Then everything was white. There was no heroic, last minute swerving. No close shave. It wasn't going to be 'just a scratch'. She never knew what hit her. Literally. Typical Kat, died with a stupid grin on her face. I open my eyes and look down again. Idiot. Shouldn't have done that. I shake my head and jam my eyelids shut. I inhale deeply. This time, I look up. Much better. I only have about 5m to go until I reach the
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
... and out of my lungs as I breath, the thunderous beating in my ears is starting to resend. I look around and realize that I have fallen less than halfway to the ground. I am a live, but my job isn't done yet. I pulled my feet together and make two perfect bounds to the ground below.
I was in the car with my best friend Hannah with her sitting passenger and I was in the driver’s seat. We were talking and laughing, having a great time without a care in the world. My stereo was on and playing was my favorite CD: Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots. We were on our way to a friend’s house and couldn’t wait to get there. The traffic started to slow us down but we didn’t let that damper our mood.
SQUEEEKK! The police car skidded across the side of the road, leaving a swiveling trail of black marks in its tracks. “Stop right where you are!” A deep officer’s voice shouted out the car window. Melanie and Henry’s faces turned red as a tomato.
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
My feet make a deep, loud, knocking sound as I slowly walk up the wooden stairs, slick with water. The lifeguard on duty hands me a blue life jacket and I slip it over my black and teal bathing suit.
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
Birds and stars were flying right above me. I sat there looking at them for a while. Still squeezing the ball for five seconds and releasing for three. I could not think of anything my head felt fuzzy, so I continued to look at the birds and stars despite that these were warning signs. Somebody was right beside me I could not make out who. Perhaps, I should tell him. I debated it until it just slipped out of my mouth, “Heya, dude, I am feeling a lit- little lightheaded here.” My thoughts were racing now, Did he hear me? Wouldn’t they do something? Do they know what to do? Should I try again? Okay the most logical thing to do is to try and tell him again, he must of not heard me, he wouldn’t just leave me here. Though I decided that I was going to tell him, my head was still fuzzy, I continued to look at the birds and the stars. Wait, why am I here? What
When I was seventeen years old and going into my senior year of high school I was given the opportunity to go on a trip to Spain with my school. It was a two week trip during the summer, visiting different cities and historical sites throughout the country. While we where there we went to see a Flamenco dance show in Seville which is about an hour and a half outside of Madrid, the city where we were staying. It was a Wednesday around one o’clock when we left and the ride up there was really beautiful. We were driving through the country side passing some small villages on the side of the road. We arrived there around 3:30 and sat down for the show. It was really cool they had all the ladies with their bright dresses and fruit in their hair dance around while we ate lunch. And the show ended around five and we started to head home. On the way home we were driving through the countryside along side a small village when all of a sudden we heard a loud bang and the bus started slowing down. After a couple of ...
...in mind that you are only half way. You still have to climb back down.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
My internal organs thumped against my chest as I dragged my bag along the carpet floor and into the corridor. As I walked into the long hall, I glanced up and noticed the sign telling me I could get on. My entire body could barely hold itself together with the anticipation of the monumental, dream-come-true event about to take place. I said to myself, "I'll soon be in the air." I slowed my pace to further enjoy what was happening. Swarms of people walked around me as I treasured knowing that one of my lifetime goals was now inevitably going to occur. The excitement and adrenaline running through my veins could have killed a horse.
I lift my eyes and glance ahead. I’m almost there, only a couple more meters. I hear footsteps behind me, they’re catching up quickly. It’s now or never. I push off with my back foot and go into a sprint. My heart speeds up, almost as fast as I’m running and I can hear its pounding in my head, like a prisoner beating on locked doors, wanting to be free. If it had feet of it’s own it might run alongside me and race me to the fort, but that’s silly, hearts don’t have feet. I swing my arms back and forth to help me run faster and I try to take longer strides. I’m running so fast now, I feel like everything around me is standing still, as if I’m the only thing in the world that is moving. I don’t want to stop running, I want to keep going, faster and faster, forever. Now I understand why my heart pounds so hard, why it tries to push out of my chest and run on its little feet and never stop, never look back. But I cannot keep on running forever, I have to stop. My legs finally give in and I plop onto the stiff ground. The dust sticks to my sweaty clothes and turns into mud. I take big, loud breaths but I cannot hear myself because my heart is sti...
Going up the mountain in the lift with the mountains leering over you like a huge dragon ready to pounce and the tiny houses below getting smaller and smaller as they disappear, passing through fluffy white cotton wool like clouds you must remember to hold on tight as the lift comes to a sudden abrupt jolt just before it reaches its destination at nearly the top of the mountain.