“oh too my dearest ever Sage Bond, how I once loved you. You were my oxygen and the freshest water. you were the wind that ruffled my fur on the warm summer nights. oh how i loved you my dear, i loved you as the sun loved the moon. i loved you as the stars loved the moon. as soon as i looked into your eyes i knew i had a new favorite color. i would fight the demons from the very depths of hell over and over just to love you again. but alas, for all breezes get lost in the windstorm of life. with love, Savanah.
I’m laughing with Ash in the car. She turns on the radio as I keep my sweaty palms on the steering wheel. The last thing I remember is her laugh. Then, I hear a loud screech. My hands fly off the steering wheel. Everything goes black. I hear piercing sirens in the distance and the bitter smell of blood. Nothing else. Did I die? Where am I? Suddenly, my eyes burst open. I’m in some type of void. My legs have merged together to make some type of cruel tail. I feel a mix of melancholic and euphoria. Maybe even some depression. There’s two paths stretched out in front of me. One is a dazzling golden color which has a wooden sign hanging above it which says Live. The second one is a crimson blood red color with hints of royal purple. A wooden sign was also hanging except this one says Die. Am I at the very gates of Heaven and Hell? Where am I even? I hover cautiously down the road of death, running my finger along the rail. Suddenly, my finger lands on a row of spikes. I recoil backwards in shock. I notice a strange honey looking liquid. I dip my finger into it and lure it back out. I raise my finger to my mouth and this strange flavor explodes in my mouth. It looks sweet but in reality it’s very very bitter. I notice a flock of birds above my head. A long hallway of trees are outstretched in front of me. I notice a small hole in a rotting log filled to the brim with maggots. I threw up a bit in my mouth. An angel suddenly swoops down right in front of me. It has a sticky note on its head. It reads in cursive Oliver. The angel- Oliver- opened his mouth wide. You could see hundreds and hundreds of rows of blood stained teeth. He chomped all the maggots up in one breath. I’ve had enough of the death area. I hovered over to the live side. This place has baby pink colored banners all over the place. A long hallway with constant gold leaves raining down. But there were pills everywhere. Pill containers, too. Full and empty bottles of pills. I take a closer look at one of them, picking it up and feeling the cold plastic in my pale ghastly hands. It reads Levodopa take two times per day. Patient: Juniper Rose Johnson. That’s my name! I realize with horror if I live I’ll drown in pills and meds. I’ll have to eat and drink through a plastic tube. But then a small yet beautiful angel flies down towards me. She has long, shiny chestnut hair. Her name is printed in cursive on her long dress; Sophia. Sophia throws me a large marble. It felt freezing to the touch but eventually warmed up in my arms. ` It showed Ash, her black mascara running down her acne-covered face. She was standing over a casket and she was laying roses by it. I take a closer look inside the casket. It was me! I was super pale and it looked like I was made out of some type of wax. My lips looked like they were glued shut with super glue. I stared at that. I was literally watching my own funeral. I swipe across the small hot sphere. It showed my whole family crying, their tears nearly forming a small river. Suddenly, this doleful glimpse into the possible future abruptly stops. I’ve seen enough. Although my future life could be full of pain, pills and the aftermath of the car accident, I can’t possibly bear to see my family suffer. And so, I take a long walk down the live path. Suddenly, I’m being blinded by lights. I’m breathing through a tube. That’s the first thing I notice. Then I hear Ash’s quiet sobbing. Then exciting yells explode through my ears. “She’s alive! Juniper’s alive!” Kenzli yells. It turns out I had gotten into an awful car accident and had been in a coma for 4 weeks. Ash broke a few ribs but I took the most damage. The doctors told me I was lucky to survive. And yes, my life was full of meds and aftermaths. But it was a joy to live. It was a joy to see Ash’s face when she realized I was still alive. I tried to tell Ash about those two paths I saw. She never did believe me. Sometimes I wonder if I chose death. Although life may be hard, always choose the better path. Though death may have seemed better in the moment, soon I would be forgotten. I would be like the wind; no proof I ever existed but I did make my mark.
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grrrr why must we have testing 3 days after winter break
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@Berrybunny_Createz look at my chocolate milk bro 🙁
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type stuff i made a year ago am i right
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happy new year guys
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“oh too my dearest ever Sage Bond, how I once loved you. You were my oxygen and the freshest water. you were the wind that ruffled my fur on the warm summer nights. oh how i loved you my dear, i loved you as the sun loved the moon. i loved you as the stars loved the moon. as soon as i looked into your eyes i knew i had a new favorite color. i would fight the demons from the very depths of hell over and over just to love you again. but alas, for all breezes get lost in the windstorm of life. with love, Savanah.
HOWD I WRITE THAT IN 2 MINUTES HELLO
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guys i promise im working on something behind the scenes i promise
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@Berrybunny_Createz uhhh i tried drawing your persona using your brush 👍 (it took like 5 minutes lol-)
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@Berrybunny_Createz references
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HELLO? is this like a xmas present or smth
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The Winds of Yesterday
I’m laughing with Ash in the car. She turns on the radio as I keep my sweaty palms on the steering wheel.
The last thing I remember is her laugh. Then, I hear a loud screech. My hands fly off the steering wheel.
Everything goes black. I hear piercing sirens in the distance and the bitter smell of blood. Nothing else.
Did I die? Where am I?
Suddenly, my eyes burst open. I’m in some type of void. My legs have merged together to make some type of cruel tail.
I feel a mix of melancholic and euphoria. Maybe even some depression.
There’s two paths stretched out in front of me. One is a dazzling golden color which has a wooden sign hanging above it which says Live.
The second one is a crimson blood red color with hints of royal purple. A wooden sign was also hanging except this one says Die.
Am I at the very gates of Heaven and Hell? Where am I even?
I hover cautiously down the road of death, running my finger along the rail.
Suddenly, my finger lands on a row of spikes. I recoil backwards in shock.
I notice a strange honey looking liquid. I dip my finger into it and lure it back out.
I raise my finger to my mouth and this strange flavor explodes in my mouth. It looks sweet but in reality it’s very very bitter.
I notice a flock of birds above my head. A long hallway of trees are outstretched in front of me.
I notice a small hole in a rotting log filled to the brim with maggots. I threw up a bit in my mouth.
An angel suddenly swoops down right in front of me. It has a sticky note on its head. It reads in cursive Oliver.
The angel- Oliver- opened his mouth wide. You could see hundreds and hundreds of rows of blood stained teeth. He chomped all the maggots up in one breath.
I’ve had enough of the death area. I hovered over to the live side.
This place has baby pink colored banners all over the place. A long hallway with constant gold leaves raining down.
But there were pills everywhere. Pill containers, too. Full and empty bottles of pills.
I take a closer look at one of them, picking it up and feeling the cold plastic in my pale ghastly hands.
It reads Levodopa take two times per day. Patient: Juniper Rose Johnson.
That’s my name!
I realize with horror if I live I’ll drown in pills and meds. I’ll have to eat and drink through a plastic tube.
But then a small yet beautiful angel flies down towards me. She has long, shiny chestnut hair. Her name is printed in cursive on her long dress; Sophia.
Sophia throws me a large marble. It felt freezing to the touch but eventually warmed up in my arms.
` It showed Ash, her black mascara running down her acne-covered face. She was standing over a casket and she was laying roses by it.
I take a closer look inside the casket. It was me! I was super pale and it looked like I was made out of some type of wax. My lips looked like they were glued shut with super glue.
I stared at that. I was literally watching my own funeral.
I swipe across the small hot sphere. It showed my whole family crying, their tears nearly forming a small river.
Suddenly, this doleful glimpse into the possible future abruptly stops.
I’ve seen enough. Although my future life could be full of pain, pills and the aftermath of the car accident, I can’t possibly bear to see my family suffer.
And so, I take a long walk down the live path. Suddenly, I’m being blinded by lights.
I’m breathing through a tube. That’s the first thing I notice. Then I hear Ash’s quiet sobbing.
Then exciting yells explode through my ears.
“She’s alive! Juniper’s alive!” Kenzli yells.
It turns out I had gotten into an awful car accident and had been in a coma for 4 weeks. Ash broke a few ribs but I took the most damage. The doctors told me I was lucky to survive.
And yes, my life was full of meds and aftermaths. But it was a joy to live. It was a joy to see Ash’s face when she realized I was still alive.
I tried to tell Ash about those two paths I saw. She never did believe me.
Sometimes I wonder if I chose death. Although life may be hard, always choose the better path. Though death may have seemed better in the moment, soon I would be forgotten. I would be like the wind; no proof I ever existed but I did make my mark.
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