A bead of sweat rolls down my face and splashes softly on the ground below me. My chest rises and falls softly. I breath in and ex hail. The grey sky above me mimics my mood. Thunder booms and lightning bolts threw the air. I tumawid my legs, put my hands on my knees and begin to meditate. mga kulay flash threw my brain, visions fill my mind. My eyes snap open and I see a ghostly figure hovering in front of me.
It's a child. A young girl, 8 years of age at the most. She draws me towards her with a tiny pointer finger. My soul escapes my body and flies threw the night... the little girl holding my hand, guiding me slowly.
The cold air is crisp, it bits my flesh like a lover's teeth. My hair waves about, the wind giving it a natures comb.
"Why am I flying?" I ask her.
"Because you are free..." She smiles.
"What is your name?" I ask.
"My name is Jen, Jennifer Danyeils" She grins, turning sharply to the right.
"Why am I free?" I scream as my hand loses grip of hers.
I begin to plum-it thousands of feet. Arms flailing about, reaching for the spirit. Suddenly, I feel relief. She has my hand again. I`m safe.
"Your're free because you wish it." She replies.
I ponder. "But I don't wish it..."
"You are just telling yourself that" she laughs.
"Live your childhood..." She said, suddenly getting serious.
"I can't..." I whisper.
"Live yours like I would have lived mine." She whispered back.
Then I realized, she was dead. I look disgruntled.
"Yes, I am dead. I was murdered. Live your life." She snapped, suddenly dropping me.
Again bolting towards the ground, I was hollering for my life, hands if front of my face. And as I was about to impact with damo plain. My eyes snap open. Slowly I cock my head to the right and look at my hand.
Upon my flesh, where the girl had touched, my skin was wrinkled... As if I was in a pool of water for a very long time.
Then a man walks up behind me and taps my shoulder. "Young man, I think your little friend dropped this. Make sure you give it to her." The man smiled, handing me a piece of paper.
At the time I was thinking "What the fuck!!!!" And as I opened up the scroll, the words " Living old and dying young isn't that much fun. But living young and dying old, makes life just as bold."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "I will."
It's a child. A young girl, 8 years of age at the most. She draws me towards her with a tiny pointer finger. My soul escapes my body and flies threw the night... the little girl holding my hand, guiding me slowly.
The cold air is crisp, it bits my flesh like a lover's teeth. My hair waves about, the wind giving it a natures comb.
"Why am I flying?" I ask her.
"Because you are free..." She smiles.
"What is your name?" I ask.
"My name is Jen, Jennifer Danyeils" She grins, turning sharply to the right.
"Why am I free?" I scream as my hand loses grip of hers.
I begin to plum-it thousands of feet. Arms flailing about, reaching for the spirit. Suddenly, I feel relief. She has my hand again. I`m safe.
"Your're free because you wish it." She replies.
I ponder. "But I don't wish it..."
"You are just telling yourself that" she laughs.
"Live your childhood..." She said, suddenly getting serious.
"I can't..." I whisper.
"Live yours like I would have lived mine." She whispered back.
Then I realized, she was dead. I look disgruntled.
"Yes, I am dead. I was murdered. Live your life." She snapped, suddenly dropping me.
Again bolting towards the ground, I was hollering for my life, hands if front of my face. And as I was about to impact with damo plain. My eyes snap open. Slowly I cock my head to the right and look at my hand.
Upon my flesh, where the girl had touched, my skin was wrinkled... As if I was in a pool of water for a very long time.
Then a man walks up behind me and taps my shoulder. "Young man, I think your little friend dropped this. Make sure you give it to her." The man smiled, handing me a piece of paper.
At the time I was thinking "What the fuck!!!!" And as I opened up the scroll, the words " Living old and dying young isn't that much fun. But living young and dying old, makes life just as bold."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "I will."
Okay, well I want to start Pagsulat a pantasiya Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school araw at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other araw for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school araw at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other araw for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
