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I'm so excited to write blogs or entries of days, or just about anything at all. A peak into my mind i suppose lol
I'd never given much thought to how I would die..
Suddenly, every creature in the forest is deadly silent. Neither bird, beast nor insect make a noise. A predator is near. Then, in the distance, hear a tiny SNICK - a twig snapping. Abruptly, we're on the move. Fast. UNKNOWN POV - MOVING Trees start whipping past us at a dizzying speed, branches are dodged with preternatural agility. And we're speeding up, chasing something. It's exhilarating. Terrifying. Finally, up ahead, we get the first glimpse of our prey - - A DEER -- running for its life as it darts through this maze of a forest. It sprints forward, but we gain on it. Beyond the deer, SEE the forest's edge ahead, white sunlight glowing against the trees. The buck races for the light. We're just behind it, about to emerge from the shadowy darkness - - The deer LEAPS into the light in a high arc, hovering (suddenly SLOW MOTION) against the WHITE GLARE of the sun... then BAM! The deer abruptly plummets out of frame at an unnatural angle, leaving the WHITE GLARE to fill the screen. HOLD ON WHITENESS -BELLA (V.O.)
But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.. .
-- Then into the WHITENESS steps the face of - 2 ISABELLA SWAN, 172 Eyes closed against the sunlight, absorbing its rays. Long, dark hair frames alabaster skin. She's a vulnerable, introverted, imperfect beauty. BELLA (V.O.)... So I can't bring myself to regret the decision that brought me here to die...
The background comes into focus as we realize we're now in -
2. EXT. SCOTTSDALE, AZ - DAY Bella stands at the end of a cul-de-sac on the desert's edge. The sun blazes behind her -- she bends down and carefully scoops a tiny BARREL CACTUS into a clay pot.
BELLA (V.O.) ... The decision to leave home. She stares at the cactus in a state of reverie, until
A Short Story
I’d admire him, every detail there was to learn, I had practically memorized.
I’d admire him from across the room, through the reflection of my laptop when he sat behind me, even just the sound of his voice in the other room.
Then I started to notice him doing the same, to me.
He’d be sat rows behind me, I turn my head to my friend next to me, talking to them, and he would stare at me. I could barely focus on the conversation when my attention was elsewhere, even if I wasn’t looking directly at him.
Or he would look up from his laptop whenever I turned my head, just to get a glimpse of my face, still sitting behind me.
He’d look at me when he was talking to someone else. Watch as I leave the back of the room.
There were times when we’d simply look at each other, no words were spoken, moments that seemed like we were the only two people in the room, everything was still. But I’d always be the first to look away, never him. Like as if he didn’t want to stop, that he intended it to go on further.
Then one day, I got impatient and felt like I was running out of time since I wasn’t going to see him for months.
I said to him “you keep looking at me, like you have something to say. You keep staring at me”
But he said “I have a staring problem”
My heart sunk. My hopes swallowed.
“Oh okay, I thought you had a problem with me”
“No, no problem” he assured.
No problem at all? Then why can’t you look me in the eyes anymore?
Months pass by and it was time for the Netherlands field trip.
He kept doing it again, almost more boldly.
Then one night, while playing pool. I didn’t look away this time when I caught him looking at me. I refused to be the first to look away this time. Then eventually, I couldn’t hold it anymore and I scoffed and left the room into the hallway.
I was hoping he would follow me, and he did.
“what is your problem?” I asked in frustration
“you keep staring at me and never doing anything, if you don’t plan to then stop looking at me like that”
“Sam-”
“fix your staring problem or tell me how you really feel”
I waited for a moment
“Forget it. Forget I said anything”
I walked past him. I had to walk away. This frustration building in me was nothing compared to the disappointment I felt.
Then it all happened so fast.
A warm hand wrapped around my arm, I turned back and in a swift motion he pulled me towards him, cupped a hand around my cheek, and lifted my face and kissed me.
His hand drifted from my arm and slipped around my waist. Holding me firmly like he didn’t want to let me go, as if I’d vanish in a heartbeat. And ever so slightly, pulled me in closer like he desperately needed my warmth. Clinging me close to him that I could feel his rapid heartbeat reverberate throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he took both of his hands and wrapped them around my waist, hugging me.
I wanted this moment to last forever. Being held in his arms like a second chance, a regret redeemed.
The laughter and conversation in the distant room turned into a soft symphony in my ears as I felt the weight of his love in the way that he held me and the way that he kissed me. Soft lips that kissed me gently and passionately. Slowly like he waited for this moment for an eternity and had to savour every second of it.
*An original short story by me*