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Dark.
Can’t move much.
This was the fifth assignment in a creative writing class I took several years ago. The assignment was to make the writing disjointed, and about a funeral. You can basically read each column separately, as one describes what is happening to the person whose body is inside the coffin, while the other is what is happening outside the coffin. Reading them both as you go is what really makes it disjointed, I think. I've been using the titles I originally used for these, but almost changed it on this one because I have a story idea that is titled Afterlife. Then I realized that this could very well be a part of that story, so no conflict! ;) I've got a lot on my plate already, so that story probably won't show up for a while, though.
Afterlife
by Saless
by Saless
Dark.
Can’t move much.
Everyone is here.
Why is Mom crying?
What am I wearing?
A suit?
They all look so sad.
They’re whispering.
Where am I?
It’s soft.
They’re talking about me.
“I’m right here!”
It’s shaking!
What’s going on?
Why don’t they see me?
Why don’t they hear me?
It’s falling!
It stopped.
What’s that?
A coffin?
What?
Something hit it.
They’re burying someone.
Who?
Oh no!
They’re burying me!
Wait!
I’m still here!
It’s fading.
Where am I?
I don’t want to go!
Can’t I stay?
It’s gone.
They’re gone.
It’s dark again.
Stars!
They’re so beautiful!
And close!
I’m free!
I can see them all.
This was the fifth assignment in a creative writing class I took several years ago. The assignment was to make the writing disjointed, and about a funeral. You can basically read each column separately, as one describes what is happening to the person whose body is inside the coffin, while the other is what is happening outside the coffin. Reading them both as you go is what really makes it disjointed, I think. I've been using the titles I originally used for these, but almost changed it on this one because I have a story idea that is titled Afterlife. Then I realized that this could very well be a part of that story, so no conflict! ;) I've got a lot on my plate already, so that story probably won't show up for a while, though.
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Reminds Me Of A Sad Story
About a young life, taken in a car wreck. The soul could not believe it was dead.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
That does sound rather
That does sound rather similar.
Saless
"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America
"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America