Lilly Sangfroid
I love writting! I’m aspiring to be a journalist, author, and movie script writer.
Lilly Sangfroid
I love writting! I’m aspiring to be a journalist, author, and movie script writer.
I love writting! I’m aspiring to be a journalist, author, and movie script writer.
I love writting! I’m aspiring to be a journalist, author, and movie script writer.
It’s funny how your life flashes before your eyes in moments of fear. You could see special memories with your family, friends, or even a lover. For me, I saw images of my mom before her death. Seeing her beautiful smile again almost made me forget the situation I was in. Life or death. Jumping off a cliff into the ocean or getting shot. Usually, a normal person, who’s not afraid of water, would choose the ocean when being held at gunpoint. Unfortunately for me, I am not a normal person.
I have been afraid of the water since I was a child. My mom took me to the beach once and I got stuck in the rip current where I was dead for half a minute until the lifeguard started performing CPR. The trauma from that trip held me back from ever going in the ocean again. At least I got on the local news and a year’s worth of beach passes right? That moment is also the reason I am being held at gunpoint. Do I risk getting shot and run or do I finally face my fear and jump into the deep blue sea.
Like the idiot I am, I decided to try and outrun them but instead of planting my foot on the steady ground I ended up landing on loose gravel. The side of the cliff that I was once standing on gave out and I started plunging toward the water. The memory of my late mother appeared in my head once again. Pictures of her smile in the park and the slightest feeling of what her touch used to feel like. Then my back hit what felt like concrete and I was engulfed by the frigid ocean. The sea had swallowed me whole.
I can’t decide what took up more time; the fall to the ocean or the fall to the bottom of the ocean. At first, I couldn’t open my eyes. The image of me getting caught in the riptide all those years ago kept replaying in my head. As I sunk further and further, I realized nothing was happening to me. I wasn’t getting caught in the riptide. I was alive. Once I opened my eyes I was blinded by beauty. The ocean was flashing all of these bright and colorful coral reefs with even more colorful fish. I was astounded. How could something I was so scared of be this beautiful? It was impossible to take my eyes off of the scene until I realized that I needed air.
Fortunately for me, my mom taught me to swim before my accident with the rip current. I made it to the surface just before I ran out of breath. I forgot how refreshing the ocean could be. Once I realized the people holding me hostage had left, I stayed in the ocean for the rest of the day, reminiscing the moments me and my mother spent together.
There are only two types of energy that can bond people millions of miles away together. The first energy is love, An emotion so strong and risky , it could alter the balance of the world we live in. It has the power to tear something beutiful apart or bring somthing even more extravagant together. Love is bond that can not be easily broken
The second energy is hate, A growing feeling that can spiral out of control if you get the faintest reminder of the one you loath. This uncontrollable energy has the power to swarm the entirety of a country and start a war. Like love, hate cannot be effortlessly destroyed.
These two energy’s are the very reason we exist today. They create a balance to keep ourselves stable in this thing we call life.
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. No secrets could be kept, No affairs could be hidden and, No privacy was respected. Everyone knew everyone
Everyone could hear the church bells ring and the birds by creek chirp their morning song. “What a lovely tune” everyone says. But not me. I prefer the loud sound of cars honking in the bustling city streets. I enjoy having my background noise being sirens and the occasional sound of an engine revving.
I’m infatuated with watching large oceans of people hurdling in a wave like fashion to their place of work. Oh, how they walk with passion. I study them in hopes to be more like them. Perhaps become them. Sometimes when I watch I see a vaugly familiar face in the crowd looking up at me.
Someone who I can only see in a reflection. But then I am awakened by the same church bells and bird songs that everyone else in this small town awakens to, Being forced to remember that I’m not that girl looking up at me from the big crowd. And I might never be.
My hands become like prunes from sweat as she makes her way to me. I try to calm down but theres no denying my feelings for her. What would one kiss cost? A million answers race through my head. My title? My passion? My pride? And thus I decide not to do it. One kiss is nothing compared to the life i have worked so hard to achieve.
She inches closer.
My face turns red and my palms become even worse. Remember the title you hold. How could one woman take that away? I need to walk away before this temptress try’s anything. But I can’t. Not when her eyes look so lovely. Not when her skin looks so soft. And I cant especially when her smile is so contagious. Damn it. I must listen to my head. Not my dumb selfish heart. Great. She’s now close enough for me to feel her breath. And with each breath she brings me closer. Like a magnets attraction to metal. You can’t deny science right? One kiss should be fine.
Happiness is the goal to which everyone tries to attain. While joy is a fleeting moment that comes without a warning. One moment we are watching the time go by very slowly, and in the next we are in a separate universe where time in nonexistent. In the blink of an eye it can go away. We can sit by and wait for the feeling to return Or We can strive for success, money, love and everything else we feel will fill that gap in our life that will bring us to “happiness” Or the small fleeting feeling that gets us, Through this overbearing, long lasting thing we call life.
I thought being loved was the only thing I needed to succeed. I had a perfect family, friends and I was marked as a high class noble. All I needed was a perfect mate that was in the same rank as me. Not only was I wrong, but I hurt so many people along the way. My family, my social standing, and my friends all suffered from my ill-fated attempted at being loved.
All my friends and siblings have someone they can’t live without and perhaps jelousy got the best of me. I felt less then them even though I was more successful. Like a part of my life was missing and all I had to do was fill it with this one thing that they all have. The only way was with love. But who would love me? Everyone in this kingdom knows I only strive for is success. The only plausible way would be an illegal potion of love from a fairy without a permit or records of any potions or charms they sell. Lucky for me, my best friend has recently departed from her tribe to join the potion market. The only thing left is to find the perfect condendor. Perhaps I should use it on my worst enemy. Wouldn’t that be the most outstanding revenge?
I felt normal today. It was just like any other day. Then the feeling came crashing in. I was in a vast ocean trying to swim, Gasping for air, Clawing for anything that’s there. Then I felt a warm embrace, That gave me a small feeling of grace. Gradually the ocean dropped, ‘Until finally, the chill stopped.’
My entire life has been black and white. Wake up, go to school, work. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. A trully perfect scedule for a perfect life. The algorithm suites the robot, no cirrcut malfunctions or errors in the code. Other people may find my life style psychotic or inhuman but it’s the only way I can function. The repeat of each day is the very thing keeping my circuits running. Wake up, drive to school, get books from locker, bump into stranger and drop books. Drop books? Bump into stranger? Error in code. Remain calm. Rewrite code: robot picks up books. Stranger picks up books for robot. Warning: code not stored in data. System malfunction. Reboot system. Stranger: “Your dropped these” Robot: Stranger: “ Your in my physics class right?” Robot: Stranger: “ Well, it was nice meeting you. Im mark.” Robot: Stranger walks away. Error in code is fixed. Rebooting in progress. Rebooting complete. New color added to system: Yellow.
I’m feeling numb. This piece of plastic around my neck is putting a strain on how I live. I can’t eat, breathe, or sleep. Sparrow tried to help me take this choking hazard off my neck but she couldn't get it. We pecked and pulled at it but nothing would work. Finally, Crow came along and freed me in one bite. I feel lucky. Most birds wouldn't make it out of my situation. I thought being free would help me breathe again, however, I was wrong. I took one breath of air and felt a sharp pain in my lungs.” It’s the smoke produced by the human factories' ' Crow said. I nod and fly away. Is this way of life an absolute necessity? Can humans not comprehend a better approach to benefit both of our lives? What a sad life we live in.
I pick up a piece of wood to feel a searing pain pulse through my finger. The feeling of a thousand knives hits me in an instant. I drop to the floor, rocking back and forth and crying in pain. Waves of blood pour out of my wound. Will I die here? It’s not fair. I have yet to fully live my life and God decides to end my life here? Is there truly no hope for me? I try to get up and call for help but my wound is too grave. I’ve lost too much blood. I begged and begged God to give me a second chance at life but I was too late. I lay there, limp on the floor, and whispered my last words, “I don’t think I’m going to make it. This is where I die”. My mother smacks me on the head and says, “Stop being dramatic, it's just a splinter.”