The Waters of My End

Author's Note: In this piece I have shown my knowledge of using figurative language in a creative piece. I have used similes and metaphors. So tell me what you think! 

I looked out beyond the vast horizons of the ocean, memories from the past flashed into my mind. I didn't know whether my decision was right or wrong, my mind was made up; there was no turning back now. For my years have passed and I am no longer a child, I must move on with my life. There is no one here for me anymore. It only takes one step for me to join those I love. I looked down.The water sparkled like the rays of the sun and the wind whistled through the air. Death called my name. I could hear voices telling me to join them. My head spun around, not coming to a stop. Although the thought of never coming back shook me a little, there was nothing else I could do. My decision was made. I had to jump. Tears ran down my rosy cheeks like a waterfall, never ending. My heart and mind were devoured by fear, guilt, and sorrow, yet happiness shined over all of these emotions. I forgot about everything that had happened to me over these past years. I cleared my mind and took a giant leap down into the waters of my end. After falling into the ocean, I struggled to stay above the surface of the water. I was a fish that could not swim. Before I knew it, I drowned to the bottom of the water. For my stress, sorrow, and happiness were over, everything was gone forever. And so was I. 

Storm Brennan

Author's Note: In this creative piece, I have written a journal entry. It's about the life a regular life a teenage girl, but in the future. I've wrote this piece in a way where everybody can relate to what has been happening in her life. In this piece, I really wanted lots of emotion and voice to come through, so tell me what you think about it!

Journal Entry 42: December 31, 2067

It's the last day of the year, a new chapter in my book is about to begin. It's been hard this past year, after losing my parents in the car crash and did I tell you that my grandparents died a few weeks ago? Well, my whole world has been flipped upside down. Sometimes I wonder to myself, 'Is there even a God?', because if there were why would these things happen to me. I thought God was there for a reason, to protect us and to give us a life. Now, there is nothing that can make my life better, it's like a tragic story, my life keeps becoming worse by the second.

Anyways, the flying car has just been invented, everyone is going crazy for those things! They are at the top in the market right now. I am so excited because Jessica, my legal guardian, said she was going to buy me one for my 16th birthday, which is coming up in a week! I've decided that I'm going to get a black Mercedes-Benz Flying Car. After the death of my family, something actually brought my mood back up for a second.

There really hasn't been much that's happening in my life now. I'm on winter break and school is about to start in about five days…. Now that I think about it, there is something that I've been wanting to tell you. At first, I didn't want to write in a journal, because I thought it would be too childish. Now that I have written in it for the past year, I feel like it's a great way to share my thoughts with someone (even if that someone isn't real). So, I just wanted to thank you journal, for coming into my life, even if it's one of the weaker and sadder of times.

~Storm 

Journal Entry 43: January 1st, 2068

A new year, a new life, a new me. My new year's resolution is…well, I haven't really thought about one yet (note to self: think about a new year's resolution). Looking back at the year that I have fought though. It's been hard to overcome the death of my family, whether it was my mom, dad, grandpa or grandma, they were all very close to my heart. The thought of never seeing them every again, frightens me. As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found a little box in my room. I never knew I still had it. The box was given to me by my dad for my 8th birthday. I always kept my most valuable items in it. I took a peek into the box to see if their was still anything inside of it. That's when I saw it. The picture… the picture of me and my parents. I looked at the photograph so carefully, I noticed every detail and things that I haven't paid close attention to before. Tears started running down my cheeks. I cried in my room, thinking of the times I spent with my family while hoping for those years to come back.

I was outside in my backyard that peaceful night. I lay their looking at the stars gleaming in the moon light. A shooting star flew above my head, so gracefully yet so quickly. I wished for that one moment to come back in my life. A moment in which I know that I will see my parent, one last time. All I wanted was to be with my parents, I didn't care what would happen to this life I live, I didn't care what extremes I'd had to face for this to happen. I had to see them, face to face, eye to eye. I had to see my parents, one last time. 

~Storm

Journal Entry 44: January 17, 2068

Sorry I haven't been able to write in you for a while journal, but I was pretty busy with my Sweet 16 and everything. I am super excited. I got my driver's license just a few days ago. My birthday was awesome and I can't wait for tomorrow. Why? Tomorrow is when I get to take out my new car out for a test drive! Anyways, I have a bunch of homework, a new semester new classes. I'll write again in a few days! Ahhhh… So excited! (:

~Storm

The headlines in the newspaper the very next day:

The flying car has just been released, but is it as cool as everybody says it is? This morning, a girl who looked about fifteen to sixteen years of age was found dead by a park. It looks like she has crash landed, the flying car must have had a small malfunction. This girl's name was Storm Brennan, 'A local girl with big dream.' a source says. The police have reported the accident to her guardian Jessica Alden, just a few hours ago. We are very sorry for your loss. Storm will certainly be missed, there is no doubt about that, and may she rest in peace.

Storm Brennan (2052-2068)