Somewhere Among The Stars |
The first stage of grief, my lungs seemed to stop working, I felt the pain below my jaw as if I were to cry. I was choked up, with so much to say in so little time I said a simple nothing at all.
Second stage of grief, there was no way any of this could be happening. It was happening if only the pain in my chest could wake me out of this dream. Third stage of grief, I begged God that he wouldn’t be taken from me. This is when the first tear fell hotly down my cheek as I was unable to hold it back anymore. I wanted him back swearing I would hate God if he didn’t listen to me. I felt a hand land on my shoulder, if only it actually comforted me. Sixth stage of grief, I felt like I was screaming, my blood felt on fire and my jaw clenched hard enough to hurt, trying to distract myself from the hurt I already felt. Author’s note: this piece is actually not a complete thought, I was just thinking about irony and how it really isn’t funny when the opposite of what we would expect. For instance, a silence being the loudest someone can be. We have all been through the loud silence of grief found in lost. I don’t like this piece very much mostly because it’s just sort of sad. I should just stick to the more positive stories.
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There have been several times where I have thought about not pulling the chute at all, which would result in definite death. Yet the idea seemed peaceful, a quick painless death as a drop from the heavens. I’ve done it so often I’m basically numb to the Icey touch of death. And yet I still pull the chute, every time. What I’m not numb to is the gratifying adrenalin I get when I fall faster, my body trained to handle the amount of G’s that could potentially knock out an unsuspecting first timer.
I felt the free fall, the period in time which causes a sensation of stillness. The times I like to laugh watching my feet with the sky below it, and to look back at the ground above which still makes my head spin dizzily. It was silent other than the wind, unable to hear my own hysteric laughter. Author’s note: I was thinking about what if the world was inside out, with the sky below us instead of above. And then I figured this is what skydivers see and experience all the time. And upsides down world full of a mesmerizing scene like walking on the clouds. I didn’t dislike this piece but i felt that with no experience skydiving myself or any references or interviews, it was not very accurate. It just didn’t seem to quite catch the adrenaline. You’re allowed to have no idea what to write about. Allowed to be a crappy author or even not have any style or flare to your writing yet. You’re allowed to be frustrated when the things of your imagination don’t quite hold as well on paper. You’re allowed to skip indentation and introduction. You’re allowed to be bad at grammar and struggle to put words together.
All of us have permission to suck at writing, because frankly writing is a difficult task. After all “A writer’s apprenticeship involves a million discarded words before he’s almost ready to begin.”-quote from David Eddings. Thus so long as you keep writing you can have hope of becoming a better writer. Author’s note: I didn’t actually know what to write and thought “Maybe I’m just trying too hard.” Thus this little piece of writing formed inspired by other authors encouraging notes for future authors. As an aspiring author I also feel the pressure and persistence of perfectionist opinions. The truth is no one is perfect, and neither is any writing ever written. Even Shakespeare made typos. I like the fact i wrote it more than the actual piece itself because it just adds a little confidence in being able to relay thoughts. |
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