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_ Finally, _Oliver thought. He had finally made it to Maine. He had finally made it to the place where his friends where being held captive. Thatās when Oliver started to worry. What is they didnāt remember him? What if his fatherās leads where wrong? They shouldnāt be, but if they where Oliver didnāt know what to do! And that ladyā¦what if she did something? Then Oliver found himself standing in front of a building. S brick building with the words filiner bording school. Filiner must be a name or something. Oliver didnāt think on it much, because the second he entered the building he saw the woman. The same woman from the hide and seek game was there. She wore the same thing, but now she looked around her mid-thirties. Oliver wondered how old she was when she had kidnapped his friends. āHello, Oliver, darling. iāve been waiting for you. You have a brave soul. The heart of a hero.ā She walked towards me, āOr the soul of an idiot. I havenāt decided yet.ā āWhere are my friends?ā āYouāre not getting them back. I took them because their lives would be horrible if they grew up like that. Now they are happy. Iāve made a family of children who would have had terrible lifestyles and saved them. So Iāll say this now and never again: If you want to keep your friends safe, I suggest you leave. If you donāt leave, youāll have to stay here. Forever. Until the world ends.ā
āFinally!ā I yelled out the open car window out into the world as the contengious wind came in making my hair fly further back into the car.
My heart was pounding with adrenaline. I have waiting for this day since the first day I heard those misogynistic idiots chuckle at my ideas.
I have been working as an assistant in that office to earn enough money to finally scrape a trip to Europe. Iāve wanted this trip since I can remember.
And even though thoose jerks made it hard, and they made it very hard, I kept going.
Through every biased comment, though every oddly specific coffee order. I kept going.
My cheeks start hurting from smiling.
Iām going to Europe.
āI have worked for this moment,ā I repeat to myself as much as I need to. The moment has lasted a day, being crowned Queen Montgomery the II. I walked proudly to the podium to be presented with that gorgeous crown, is what I said years ago. I lay flatly in a box. Boxes will never be flattering, the people just think that. My soul rushed in the box of things, thoughts, and swirls of imagination. I heard the cryās outside, my last seven minutes I was conscious. I felt the pulse of my veins through my chest. It got heavy to breath, less and less air came through. I thought about what way I would like to die, isolation, burning, cold, or a sickness of such. I bursted out of the thought bubble when I felt myself box being laid in the back of a funeral car, I guess you call it. Sadness flowed gracefully across the graves. I felt the digging beneath me. I didnāt want to be placed there, the animals too close and near. Years go, time again, the clock resets, as the world caves in. The sounds, the clacking of screens, the screams of sadness haunt me. I see them in the sky, I see them in you eyes. I cry, I scream, I curl my self into a ball, to not be seen.
The day I had been waiting for finally arrived: receiving my MBA degree. It was one of my dreams, and I was deeply committed to pursuing it. The journey was incredibly challenging, with moments of wanting to give up, missing classes due to work commitments, and struggling with time management.
The day Iāve been waiting for has finally arrived! Iāve always dreamed of singing a chicken nugget song with a whale, and finally got my chance. We went to the beach this morning, and I got onto a boat we rented. In the distance was a whale, and he asked me if he could come on board. I said yes, and the whale got onto the boat. We started singing a chicken nugget song and got hungry, so we ate fast food. Then, he had to go back home and so he went into the water. The whale said goodbye then swam away.
This is that one day. That one day I prayed for. That one day that Iād wanted to see start, butā¦ now I want to end? Do I want to cry, or hate, or fake? when it comes itās not picture perfect and not what they promised. I donāt know why. Why I tried to think it was all fine when itās not. iām done. iām over. iām finished. So i guesss this is the start of pain.
The day I had wished would hurry up and end Is now behind me. And the day I've longed for has finally arrived. Yet instead of anticipation and excitement A feeling of disappointment comes over me. Because in the blink of an eye It will be over
Maybe I should have appreciated the days leading up to this. Seen them as opportunities instead of speed bumps. All I wanted was to enjoy this time, Yet now I worry that soon it will have come and gone before I have the chance.
Once it has passed I will just find another day to count down to, Only to be disappointed when it doesn't live up to my expectations. Over and over. But that can't be it. There has to be a resolution. By nature I am not one to leave on such a despairing note.
So I will share what I have found: The only way to break free from this cycle of dissatisfaction Is to stop relying on the world to provide joy. Not to be preachy, but you simply need to look somewhere else for your joy. A source that is constant, never ending, love itself. He will give you true joy. And it won't depend on the day or events in your calendar.__ __
(Remix of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer)
You know Harry and Frodo And Sophie and Fitz Wednesday and Tyler And Joy and Sadness But do you recall One of the most famous characters of all
Terry the Country Cockorach Had a very country hat And if you ever saw it That roach you would want to smack
All of the other characters Used to cackle and insult him They never let poor Terry Join in any movie marathons
Then one national roach day They all came to say Terry with your country hat Wonāt you give a roachy speech tonight
Then all the characters loved him And they shouted at Terry Terry the Country Cockroach Youāll get squished eventually
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To get into the afterlife, your soul has to fulfil its truest desire on earth. Some people never find their purpose, and can never move on.
Write about a character who is trying to discover or complete their true goal before they die.