We were moving very fast when the hurricane struck. There was a moment of silence, almost like we were frozen, then we got tied up in panic. I hate it when that happens, when you freeze and then realize what you could have done in that time you were frozen. But then again, all the time we stand around in our lives, we could have done so much.”
But we just didn’t. Sometimes you just don’t do things. We nearly lost Papa that day. Nearly.
“Another thing that happens in life is sometimes the world gives you a favour, for no reason. But the when I think about it, there could be a reason.”
Maybe we just do good things every day without realising. Life is weird, I can tell you that. Really weird.
Before I walked outside, I knew something was wrong. The street was empty. The sky was a crimson red. I wandered into my kitchen, feeling lost and scared. I checked the clock. It was broken. I glanced at my watch that was left in my room. Broken. I took a deep breath, walked to the garage and took my bike. I cycled down the street, and looked around. It was deserted for miles on end. I rode down the snake – like road and stopped. I just realised. Was I the only person left in the world? I’ve always wanted to be left alone, but now that I am, I’m just lost.
My safer internet pledge:
- I promise to help and support anyone being bullied online
- I promise to never tease or bully online
- I promise that everything I post online will be happy and positive to others.
I’m Heidi, I’m 11 years old, and some random facts about me are that I have 2 sisters and 2 dogs, I have been doing ballet for 9 years now, (since I was 2,) and I have actually been best friends with Emily since I was 3, and we aren’t even going to the same high school! 😞 And that I plan on opening a boarding school for arts and design when I’m older.
My favourite things to do are probably dancing, cooking, hanging out with my friends, dancing, going to the beach, photography, art, dancing, watching stranger things, and did I mention dancing?
On my holidays I went to the Australian open, which is if you ask me, is kinda overrated. I also had my birthday party, and we went to the pool, had a campfire, and played capture the flag in the dark. On Australia day we went to the beach with our family friends, and on New Years Eve we watched the fireworks on the balcony. We went to the beach a lot, and we also went camping. I also went on a couple of shopping sprees to spend my birthday money.
So that’s a bit about me
People think I am a statue in a cloak,
Something just for show.
If I prove myself to them
One day they will know.
That I have feelings they’ve never even felt
I’ve seen things they’ve never seen before.
They think they are intelligent,
But clearly I know more.
I smile to myself when I think
These kids learn things, though nothing compares to me.
I can see everything they were too scared to look at.
I know who they want to be.
I know who I am just as well as they do.
For I am all living things, in conclusion
This whole earth is fake,
The life they’re living is just an illusion.
“When Dad comes back, will he know? The secrets I mean, the secrets of the world. Will He?” When Kayla asked this question, it sounded harmless, though the reaction of her family was somewhat different. “Kayla!” Never ask that question again. That is forbidden, Understood? Her mother snapped. “Yes,” the young girl replied, saddened by the scolding.
When her father came home, there was no rejoicing. He seemed disturbed by something, but refused to tell. Passing his office Kayla overheard her father on the phone on the other and of the line a voice said, “This species will wipe us of planet earth, unless we get rid of her first. Her father took a deep breath and murmured. Yes. I understand. Kayla will get beheaded tomorrow. I’m booking the session now.”
Kayla tried to stay expressionless, But where would she keep all of the tears?
This was the end.
PS: Sorry this is late!
The fire in the backyard, the fairy lights around, there is no place more peaceful.
It is dark, nearly midnight, but the town is still thriving. The New Year’s Eve fireworks, the flickering orange light of the fire.
The gentle strumming the guitar, the once annoying, but now peaceful hum of the cicadas. The laughter of my friends, the waves crashing to the shore.
Wide- eyed and alive, we are lost in time. We walk down the road, we feel safe and comfortable, but wild and free.
Can we stay here forever? Will we ever calm down, feel tired, ever?
The good, playful vibes, the feeling that you can do anything, with no stresses in the world. The dread of going home. I don’t want to leave.
Lost In time, never sleeping,
Lost in time,
Running, reckless, ticking turning, doors are locking,
No more time.
Stabbing, screaming, fading, fearing,
Running away from this unknown crime.
Blood is dripping, she is dying, clutching the gun, hysteric crying.
This is Murder.
She knows it’s coming. The way she celebrated when I was gone, her way of swimming in the glory like she deserved it. As i entered the room, the flame inside me had to be released. Otherwise my anger would turn to sadness, sadness to loneliness, and somewhere the line would end. The thing was, when the line ends, so does your life. Her face turned white as we sat opposite each other. “Explain.” I said coldly, as if she didn’t already know. “If you open the gates, you have to go through them.” She sat, stunned for a minute, then replied. “Fine. The war outside our world is real. This fantasy you’re living in is not.” Tomorrow the long sought- after opening will begin.