The pin pricks my skin, I feel nothing.
Rushing wind fly's by my face as I zoom down the snow covered hill. I can feel my belly getting nervous as the large portion of the hill comes up. whoosh I fly by my sister and leave her trailing in my snow. I keep on soaring and soaring until I'm completely out of the woods. I'm still flying right down through all the way onto the open field of white snow. When my sled finally comes to a halt, I'm exasperated and excited to start my trek back to the top to begin it all over again. As soon as I stand up I felt a sheer sense of pain and nervousness flood my body. I realized where I was standing, and I was paralyzed.
I couldn't feel anything except for the cold. All my mind was saying over and over was just cold. I could feel myself gasping and reaching. All I could hold onto were chunks of ice that kept breaking and separating. This is it, this is how I'm going to die. I was gasping for air every time I surfaced preparing myself for the next plunge under as my snow outfit started to fill with water. My body felt so heavy like I was carrying a cement block around my waste. I could feel my arms and legs starting to tire and figured I should just resist the fight and let myself go. I had no energy to keep moving, my ski pants were compacted and soaked with water they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. The cold water had paralyzed my body. Just when I shut my eyes and let go of the ice scattered around my head, I felt a hand grab me by my hair.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Week 10 Theme
I can hear the screaming. It is so loud that I can hear it all the way in my bedroom across the house. I clutch my pillow hard as I listen to the sound of my mother hitting the floor. It's a diluted thud but nonetheless I can hear it plain as day. I wonder if I should go out and look, maybe call someone for help but I'm too scared that he'll come after me if I do. So I slowly tiptoe out of the comfort of my bed and creak open the door and swivel my head around the frame. It is silent, a little too silent. All of a sudden I can hear the loudest, blood curdling scream of my life. I slam my door shut and run back to my safe haven, fling the sheets over my head and silently pray that everything will be okay.
I crawl out of bed and walk down the stairs into the dining room. My stepdad sits at the table with his black robe and coffee. He's reading the newspaper and ignores my presence. My moms yells down from the kitchen saying good morning. I say it back. I can hear her slight footsteps as she walks through to the dining room, food in hand. She puts the plate down in front of him and he doesn't even make a noise. I can see last weeks bruises still on her face. She needs to put on more concealer to hide those. I look over at him to see if he has any anger in his eyes, maybe he is still upset from yesterdays debacle. I see him picking through his omelet and disgust starts to overwhelm his face. "You worthless bitch! I told you I didn't want any cheese! Get this garbage out of my face!" I quickly retreat back to my room before I see too much and hide under my sheets, my safe haven.
I crawl out of bed and walk down the stairs into the dining room. My stepdad sits at the table with his black robe and coffee. He's reading the newspaper and ignores my presence. My moms yells down from the kitchen saying good morning. I say it back. I can hear her slight footsteps as she walks through to the dining room, food in hand. She puts the plate down in front of him and he doesn't even make a noise. I can see last weeks bruises still on her face. She needs to put on more concealer to hide those. I look over at him to see if he has any anger in his eyes, maybe he is still upset from yesterdays debacle. I see him picking through his omelet and disgust starts to overwhelm his face. "You worthless bitch! I told you I didn't want any cheese! Get this garbage out of my face!" I quickly retreat back to my room before I see too much and hide under my sheets, my safe haven.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Week 8 Prompt
A city street..
Boston is such a beautiful place. Old buildings, great people, TD Garden, Fenway Park, restaurants, the T, aquarium and much more. My favorite part of Boston was walking down Yawkey Way before the game. There were street performers, MC's yelling out fun things over the intercom and hundreds of fans getting pumped up for the game. Each side has store after store all the way down the road. I could hear the vendors yelling out to the fans, "Come git ya Fenway Frank! come git ya sodah and ya hot dogs! Come on ovah heyuh and git ya souvaneahs!" I laughed to myself at their silly accents and reenacted them to my boyfriend. Out of all the places in Boston I enjoyed Yawkey Way and the Red Sox game the most.
Boston is such a beautiful place. Old buildings, great people, TD Garden, Fenway Park, restaurants, the T, aquarium and much more. My favorite part of Boston was walking down Yawkey Way before the game. There were street performers, MC's yelling out fun things over the intercom and hundreds of fans getting pumped up for the game. Each side has store after store all the way down the road. I could hear the vendors yelling out to the fans, "Come git ya Fenway Frank! come git ya sodah and ya hot dogs! Come on ovah heyuh and git ya souvaneahs!" I laughed to myself at their silly accents and reenacted them to my boyfriend. Out of all the places in Boston I enjoyed Yawkey Way and the Red Sox game the most.
Week 8 Prompt
We are gathered here today..
The room was quiet and sad. I could feel all the tension around me as I looked at the casket. For something that held so much death, it was so full of life. A woman who lay there just full of life and personality. I could hear the silent sobs of people around me who mourned the death of such a great woman. A woman who was like a second mother to me. A mother herself to four wonderful children. Two so small they wouldn't remember her now.
I kneel beside the casket as it held a precious memory to me. I talked quietly to the woman who showed me a lot about life. I silently asked her why she had to go so soon. Why did she have to leave her four amazing children behind? Why did she leave so early in their lives that two of them were in the other room completely unaware of what was going on around them? So many questions for someone who could never answer them.
The room was quiet and sad. I could feel all the tension around me as I looked at the casket. For something that held so much death, it was so full of life. A woman who lay there just full of life and personality. I could hear the silent sobs of people around me who mourned the death of such a great woman. A woman who was like a second mother to me. A mother herself to four wonderful children. Two so small they wouldn't remember her now.
I kneel beside the casket as it held a precious memory to me. I talked quietly to the woman who showed me a lot about life. I silently asked her why she had to go so soon. Why did she have to leave her four amazing children behind? Why did she leave so early in their lives that two of them were in the other room completely unaware of what was going on around them? So many questions for someone who could never answer them.
Week 8 Prompt
Out in the boondocks..
The wind is very calm and the sky is light from the huge full moon. We are driving down a windy, bumpy dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The car sounds like it's scraping on random pot holes and rocks. 5 miles down the old dirt road lies an old dirt trail. We venture down the trail with nothing but the light from the moon shining down. Huge mud puddles lay all over the trail, fresh from the afternoon rain.
The bullfrogs start croaking louder than ever as we approach the giant rocks that surround the deep, dark lake below. The wind suddenly feels a lot colder as I look over the edge that seems so far below. My head starts to race as I think about the long plunge below me. Is it really worth it to drop all the way down there for a little adrenaline rush? As soon as I gathered my thoughts I felt the hands of my sister on my back and there I went, plunging feet first down to the deep, dark lake.
The wind is very calm and the sky is light from the huge full moon. We are driving down a windy, bumpy dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The car sounds like it's scraping on random pot holes and rocks. 5 miles down the old dirt road lies an old dirt trail. We venture down the trail with nothing but the light from the moon shining down. Huge mud puddles lay all over the trail, fresh from the afternoon rain.
The bullfrogs start croaking louder than ever as we approach the giant rocks that surround the deep, dark lake below. The wind suddenly feels a lot colder as I look over the edge that seems so far below. My head starts to race as I think about the long plunge below me. Is it really worth it to drop all the way down there for a little adrenaline rush? As soon as I gathered my thoughts I felt the hands of my sister on my back and there I went, plunging feet first down to the deep, dark lake.
Week 8 Theme
The wind is blowing softly and quiet. I can smell the fresh lake water air breezing around my face. The hammock is rocking back and forth sturdily holding the weight of both of us. I can hear him snoring slightly in my ear as the moonlight shines down on half of his face. I can tell he's feeling better about today now that he's with me. Like the biggest loss of his sports career didn't just happen 3 hours ago and now he's blissfully unaware of the past. After all the tears its comforting being in such a serene place.
I can hear a loon calling to it's friends far out into the middle of the water. He seems happy too. He probably is just floating around on the water with his other loon friends having a good, peaceful time . I feel the same way laying here gently rocking back and forth. Peaceful, happy.
I think I did this right- probably have to do a re-write!
I can hear a loon calling to it's friends far out into the middle of the water. He seems happy too. He probably is just floating around on the water with his other loon friends having a good, peaceful time . I feel the same way laying here gently rocking back and forth. Peaceful, happy.
I think I did this right- probably have to do a re-write!
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Week 7 Prompt
If I were to die tomorrow, I would want to go down with the memories of one person as my final thoughts. It seems cliche to write about a boyfriend but he really is special to me. He has made me laugh more than anyone on this planet. If there is a comedian that you just love to hear and think is the funniest guy, you've obviously never met Trevor. Probably the funniest thing that I've ever seen him do was not very PG. I was having a down day and he was trying to cheer me up. I was sitting on the couch in a crabby mood when he came over to me and said "do you want me to do something funny?" Of course I said yes because I love it when he makes me laugh. He told me to take my laptop and put on a song- any song I wanted. I can't even remember which song I chose but at the moment the music started to play he tore all of his clothes off- yes all of them- and started dancing. You're probably wondering "Why would you laugh at a man giving you a strip tease?" It wasn't like that though. He was dancing like an idiot running around, jumping on furniture and doing these hilarious jumps that still make me bust out in laughter thinking about. Obviously my mood went from crap to amazing all because of him. He is really great and the memories I have of him are so perfect to me I wouldn't want to think of anything else.
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