Creative Writing: The Giver

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As I was riding my bike fast, through the streets, I came to a halting stop when I finally arrived at the Annex. Before entering, I wondered what memory I would receive today, whether it will be painful, or exciting. With an unwelcoming, heavy metal door I pressed the button, said my name, and the door swung open. I rushed down the stairs seeing only the same red books that I saw yesterday. I also saw The Giver in pain, sort of yelling, but not so loud. I sprinted to him and said, “Giver, give me the painful memory that is hurting you.” “Jonas it’s too soon, you’re not ready.” “But Giver I am ready, and I want to take away the pain that is hurting you now!” “Ok, if you really want to Jonas, here lie down on the couch, and prepare yourself” …show more content…

Up high in the sky (somehow moving), I can see a vibrant color. I can’t think of a word for the color but it was as beautiful as ever, so bright and full of life. Then I woke, I was back in reality, and the The Giver asked me what I saw, and I told him it almost looked like a color. He asked me what the color was called, and I didn’t know. Then, all of a sudden the color came to me like I had known it my whole life! Blue. The color was a vibrant blue, but why was the whole area blue, with huge cotton balls. The Giver then told me they were not big cotton balls, but clouds. With the “clouds” and then color “blue” there formed a sky. White puffy clouds, in a big blue sky. So, now that I knew what the beautiful color was, I went back in the wondrous memory. As I was enjoying the bright blue sky, there was a crash, and screech noise, so loud, shrieking, piercing my ears. Oh, the pain there was, objects moving everywhere, I didn’t know where to look. The people screaming and crying out for help, no where to go. I was so scared, but I didn’t want to leave, I needed to know what was …show more content…

Instead I saw a white and black color, called “grey”. As everyone breathed heavily, grey smoke filled the the wonderful sky, and our plane came crashing downward. Fast, we were falling, people were crying, smoke was filling the air, as people died. I couldn’t handle seeing this. Stunned, I then heard gunshots, there were killers, killing everyone. There more and more people getting killed by the second. Then we crashed. I awoke and couldn’t believe what had happened. The Giver told me there was a little more to experience, even though I didn’t want to go back to that awful place, I needed to finish the memory. So, I layed back down once more. I was there again, trapped in the crashed plane, but there came people that helped survivors out which, in fact, there was only one survivor, me. I came out of the plane, and saw towers, and buildings were knocked down. People dead everywhere, it was truly the worst thing I have ever seen. There was smoke everywhere, and people rushing me out of the place, telling me to get out and run fast. I did as told and ran away with my shirt covering my nose and mouth coughing up all the ashes, dirt, debri, and

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