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Mr Mittens
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Sun Aug 19, 2007 4:37 pm |
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The noises; small scuttling noises fill my mind. I jerk myself upright and open my eyes. Darkness; darkness that stretches for what seems like an eternity. I throw my hand down looking for something to hold onto, something to save me. Wood; I feel the hard timber of the bed in my hands. With this realisation I wearily lie back down and shut my eyes. Tomorrow is another day full of adventure, I must sleep. I hate the unknown.
This has been happening for weeks now. The doctors would call it ‘insomnia’ but I call it just plain fear. I don’t dislike sleep, not at all! I used to love to dream. Have you ever had one of those dreams when you’re flying? Soaring through the clouds without a care in your heart! I used to love dreaming, it was just waking up… Waking up terrified me.
If I had a choice I would never wake up, my dream world was so much greater than this pitiful thing called reality. In my dreams I can control what is going to happen, reality doesn’t let me do that.
The noises; a massive crash occurs somewhere down the hallway and rattles my mind. I try to hide under the covers; I try to hide from what I don’t know.
I guess… I guess that I fear the unknown because I don’t believe in an afterlife. Actually now that I think about it, I don’t have many beliefs at all. I barely even believe in myself anymore.
Back in the day everyone looked up to me, I was a natural born leader. I had confidence! I was always planning ahead, making sure that I had a plan for the future. I had confidence… But the day that my Grandpa died, I lost all self-belief that I ever held on to.
I remember… It was the night before his 89th birthday. I was going to see him that day, I went to bed and I had one of the happiest dreams I’ve ever had! Grandpa and I, we were flying through the clouds together laughing our hearts out having a merry old time! But when I woke up… my dad told me that he was gone.
I open my eyes and see darkness, darkness that stretches on for what feels like an eternity. I can feel tears start to build so I close my eyes again.
I guess… I guess that’s why I don’t want to wake up, why I don’t want to face the unknown in case something bad happens. I have a question for you. Why do you wake up in the morning? Is it because you have to? No… It’s because you want to make a difference in the world. Your belief is that everyone has a right to learn, so you wake up because you want to teach. Is that the belief that helps you face the world?
Maybe… Maybe Grandpa would rather it… if I went to sleep tonight. Maybe Grandpa wants me to wake up tomorrow. He always believed that life should be harnessed for the true beauty that it is. Even though it is sometimes cruel, life should be lived. Maybe… maybe I should hold on to this belief.
I reach my hand out and feel the wooden leg of my bed. I hold onto it tight. Even though there is nothing but darkness, I am smiling.
Thank you Grandpa, I believe in something again. Tomorrow is another day full of adventure, I must sleep. I hate the unknown. But now I am ready to face it.
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Another QCS story from me, I wasn't too happy with how this one turned out though. Like last time I had a lot of trouble deciding what to write out of the sources given to us. I went with something similar to 'A persons belief is the frame work of how they deal with the unknown'
Looking at it now I could have done so much more with it and I have no idea how it will go with the criteria. I used lots of writing devices or whatever they're called, but it didn't come out how i wanted it in the end. The reason why i don't like it very much is because it's just very very cliche'd with the way that I write
Ah wells, someone might get a bit of enjoyment out of this, something to tide you over until tonight's blog (cheap plug)
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Kung-Fu
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Sun Aug 19, 2007 4:49 pm |
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I liked it... however yeah, I saw the cliche stuff a bit... Like the repetition of "I guess... I guess," and, "Maybe... Maybe."
But nonetheless I liked it.
Good job, Shane.
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