ShelChan89

 Death? What is it really? A release from the pain that people face, or a consequence for one’s actions. What do people see when they die? A bright light that comes and soothes their pain, or something completely different. Does one just stop breathing and their soul ceases to exist, or does it travel into any other place? No human can answer what death is. Not even those who have died but been brought back to life by doctors. But still I wonder, what is death? I sighed for what seemed the twentieth time today. My two roommates were fighting again and yelling at each other in their native tongue. Irinushka, an eighteen year old foreign

“Where am I? Is this heaven? No,there’s too much darkness to be it. UGH!” I reached for my head and bent into a fetal position hoping that the pain would go away. Only for it to become stronger and worse, and the yelling didn’t help. ‘Wait yelling.’ My head shot up,much to my demise, and I looked around.’W-w-where is that coming from? Huh?’ I squint my eyes only to see a light starting to draw closer and closer. Slowly my eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with an unfamiliar scenery.I sat up while clenching my head hoping that the pain would distinguish so I could see better.Because of the p

    There is a story told now-a-days about a family. A family with a mother, a father, an older sister, and two little brothers, a lovely family but a much darker one than your’s and mine. The mother was a woman of Asian culture, with pale skin that represented the skin of a porcelain doll, her hair was made out of pure black silk and her eyes sparkled like brown sparkles. Her name was Eva, a lawyer for the City of Aspen, a city in Colorado. The father was a man of white culture, with sun tanned skin and shabby brown hair; his eyes were a light green color that changed with his moods. His name was Angel, the chief of police for the City

“Twelve years ago a nuclear bomb went off right on this spot near the-” I shut off the tv and walked up to the bay window nearest to me.Out of all the rooms this one was my favourite because of this.I sighed and leaned my head against the window watching as my breath fogged up the glass.I smiled when I heard the light whistling of the wind warning us about tomorrow storm.The first snow of the season and the only snow as well.Every year after the bomb went off we only get one snow before everything melts away and becomes contaminated. I pushed off the ledge and walked over to the house phone the government provided for us so they