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The Ocean Between The Sky
Dear God, I don't know how to do it. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m lost. Or because I’m drowning in my thoughts. Or because I need to talk to someone, but I don’t want to talk to my brother at this moment, not right now at least. Either way, I need to talk, to get the words out of my head, out of my heart.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
A journey with Epilepsy
Hi my name is Rosey *smiles* I'm ten and I wanna tell you about my epilepsy. My momma told me sometimes in my sleep I "shake" she said its normal, I gave her a confused smile and went outside to play with my friends. I asked my friends if the shake sometimes too, they looked at me confused and said no. I went to my momma and asked why I shake but no one else does. She gave me a sensitive smile and said "because sweetie you have something special called epilepsy". "What's epilepsy?" I asked. She wasn't sure how to explain it, she went on "sweetie its like a cord in your brain isn't fully plugged in and sometimes if you get to sleepy, hungry maybe even mad or a light flashes fast in your eyes it can make you fall and have a seizure, but even tho you have this it doesn't make you different it makes you stronger" then she smiled and kissed my forehead. Some days I feel weak or can't think straight or even have really bad bad headaches and can't even think at all and won't know what's going on around me. I asked my momma if this all came with epilepsy she said yes . I looked at her with sad eyes , she gave me a big hug " but that's why you're strong" she said with a big smile. She sent me outside to play with my friends. Then I woke up on the ground with a doctor above me, my friends looked scared. I felt weak and tired. Momma told me I had a seizure, I looked back at my friends and started to cry. I didn't understand why they were scared of me. "Mommy, am I weird and scary?"i said with tears rolling down my face. She then held me tight and said "people are scared of things they don't understand but you're perfect and strong, those who love you are scared for you not of you and smile when you smile because you're strong" she then wiped my tears and held me tight then I smiled and so did she because I'm not weak I'm strong. Epilepsy maybe a disability but those who have it like me aren't weak because we fight it.
By Raylene R Morris4 years ago in Fiction
JoAnn and Ms. Blackburn
JoAnn kept a secret, which was pretty hard for her to hide because she had a stay at home mom and three older siblings. Kal and Kel teased JoAnn at every opportunity with Jenine joining in when she was not hanging out or on her cellphone chatting it up with her friends. JoAnn's mom, Mrs. Wright received compensation each month from her late husband's pension. She gave JoAnn an allowance because she was unable to work being that she was still in school. Kal and Kel completed high school the previous year and were working as interns at Shapple on North 7th st., they said that college were in their long term plans but the Shapple gig was to good to pass up, they were really good at marketing Shapple's products. Jenine also held a part time job at the local bakery, she also was undecided in her career goals.
By DEBRA R. ANDREWS4 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
The two-year old boy lay on the operating table, a respirator covering his mouth and nose. A frantic group of doctors and nurses started IV’s, took vitals, and called out results to people standing by with clipboards. The child was covered in bruises, a very large one coloring the right side of his face a deep purple. The basement door at his home had been left open, and the unsteady toddler had lost his footing and fallen all the way down onto concrete floor. They had little hope for his survival.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
First Twist
“Okay, now, no matter what,” the pit captain shouted, “you must stay perfectly still until I say to take ‘em. Laying in the pit, you won’t be able to see what’s comin’ behind, and whoever shoots at a flight of twelve when I’m waitin’ for a flight of a hundred and fifty is outs here. That clear?”
By Anthony Signorelli4 years ago in Fiction
Flummox
Eye candy was something that he adored. He could stare at it all day. It reminded him of high school, where he just happened to be a dork. But there was a shift change in his personality, that would leave him adored by all. It took only a small amount of courage on his part to turn the tides.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
She Rolls Alone
Today was the day. I had finally summoned the courage to walk through my parents' house. The for sale sign on the front lawn was a beacon illuminating the fact that this house—my parents' house—would no longer be that safe place I could run to when I needed a break. This house was the only safe place that I had ever known. It wasn't the actual building. It was simply four walls and a roof sitting on top of a foundation. A rock-solid foundation.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction
The Colors in the Dark
Me Have you ever experienced total darkness? Where the world just doesn't exist. I bet you are imagining pitch black. That is what total darkness means, right? Having lived in darkness most of my life, I can tell you that is just not true. Close your eyes. Focus on the darkness. Do you see it? Do you see the colors? The spots of blue and yellow and red and green that dance and flash, a new variation each second. Do you see them? The swarming mass of dots, the flowing pictures they create. Do you see the rabbit with two heads or the flaming arms of the sun? This darkness is all I have ever known. The darkness and my hole.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan & His Sisters
Adolescent self-absorption. That’s what my parents call my habit of lying on the couch to think for hours on end. It’s not true. If I were self-absorbed, I would think that this family dynamic started when I was born. I would think that the whole story revolved around my birth. It didn’t.
By Kate Baggott4 years ago in Fiction
