When the tide comes rolling in, I’ll be running out.
I don’t care where, I just need to go.
Can’t stand another day lost in the doubt
And confusion that comes with this life I’ve come to know.
I just can’t carry on, can’t seem to hold my grip.
Lost in a sea of crowds and judgment.
I’m sailing away forever on this ship.
I’ll forget everything from where I’ve been sent.
No, just keep all my feelings inside.
No, can’t tell you. I just want to hide.
Why am I here? Why am I alive?
I said I was fine, but really, I lied.
Oh, no. I’m falling again.
I’m running away from the p
FFM #28: What If...? by HelloHannah265, literature
Literature
FFM #28: What If...?
I was in 8th period, listening to my teacher give a boring lecture about math. Ugh. I shudder at the thought. While he was talking, my mind was already on vacation. Ah, how nice it will be to finally let go of all my responsibilities for three months. Just to let loose and have fun. Because this summer, my family and I are going to tour the upper states and spend the rest of the summer in New York City with my rich aunt. How fun it will be!
But what if there was no summer vacation at all and school would continue…forever? I couldn’t even fathom such unspeakable horror! What if the entire trip goes all wrong? What if on our way th
There are some words that are forbidden in my household. And there is a pretty good reason for it. Take for instance, Christmas of 2016.
My grandparents were over at my place, celebrating the holidays. What they didn’t know was that this day would soon take a turn for the worse. They didn’t know what was coming. Nobody told them, so I couldn’t really blame them. But during dinner, we were talking about music because musical families always talk about music. Then, my grandma decided to bring up the fact that she’d recently heard this song on the radio by some “band” named Owl City.
Suddenly, my sister star
I have to do this. I told myself. I have to make this call.
Feeling more than nervous, I picked up the phone and started dialing the number on the card. I pressed each button carefully and accurately, hoping I didn’t make any mistakes and accidentally dial the number of some random, unsuspecting person.
Finally, after I checked the number twice to make sure it was completely accurate, I moved my index finger towards the “call” button. Hands trembling, palms sweating, I inched closer and closer to the darned button. And finally, after long, dreadful agony waiting for the moment, I touched it. Then I pushed down with all the
Death. That’s all I can think about. To me, there’s nothing sweeter than finally being able to see the end of my existence. Sure, being immortal has its perks. But what’s the point when you have to see all of your friends die off, one by one? Making new friends was never hard for me, but eventually, I’ll see the end of them. And it just doesn’t feel right that I get the so-called “luxury” of being immortal and they don't.
It all started when I had a meeting with Queen Lucille, the all-powerful ruler of our land. I was 17 at the time, and she had called me in for a very important reason. That was to t