Friday, September 11, 2015

Dream Threads



Tanner Zeolia

Dream Threads
I tried to swim but the push of the water held me back from saving a lost soul. All I could remember was that everything was under water and that the surroundings were especially unique in the fact that it was an old memory of his old school. He knew that he wasn’t going to die because of a few things; he couldn’t feel the burn of air in his lungs and he didn’t feel the pressure of the water weigh down like a million tons of force. So by these speculations he knew that he was breathing underwater, there was someone there though and it itched at him like an itch you couldn’t itch. So he turned to look at the person and the other person was pointing to something faintly moving in the horizon and so after close examination he’s startled by the fact that it was a beautiful, young girl that was his age, he knew because of some sense he had. So he swam and swam, his arms stinging with pain as he tried to get to the girl which was by the looks of it drowning. And he had to make it his mission to rescue her and as his persistence prevailed when he finally got the girl who was now bobbing on the surface hopefully unconscious, not dead. He scooped her up in his arms as he tried to revive her with the few breaths he had left, after 30 minutes of trying and trying and more trying she was gone like a fall leave drifting in the cool breeze. He laid next to her crying because he knew this girl and it killed him the fact that he could remember her name or her in general and she was gone. As he whispers those words he feels helpless because after playing the whole situation in his head he keeps telling himself he could have made it if he would have moved faster. She would never grow up, she would never kiss a boy, and she would never ever grow old with me. The boy knew who the girl was…..it was his love his everything. As he felt like it was his fault he crawled onto the banks of the water and laid there, suffocating hoping that they can once more be together and live a life that they would never had the chance to live. Just then the boy died and his spirit rose up in the sky once more reuniting him and his love were they would live the lives in peace.

1 comment:

  1. I can visualize the scene you've built here. I especially like the lines about how he knew he was breathing underwater and not drowning, and how he knew "there was someone there though and it itched at him like an itch you couldn’t itch."

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