0.0 Here goes nothing What's Heaven Like? The sky was clear that after noon, not a cloud in sight. A soft blue hue took place in the sky. A breeze was lazing across the park. The iron park bench was rough against my body, the flawless design pressing against my back. I looked to my right, a lone woman was reading her book, occasionally looking up at the playground in front of us. A small girl, probably four came running up to the lady. The girls green eyes were bright, full of intelligence and questions. "Mommy, what's heaven like?" Asked the little girl. The mother paused for a moment, wondering how to reply. "Well…heaven, uh… heaven is a big building. So big you can't even see where it ends. Everything is invisible, so you don't know what it is, and the walls are painted a crisp white. There's a light in heaven too, a light so bright and pure, when you look behind you, there's no shadow." By the time the mother was finished she was gazing into the sky. Her voice became so soft, you could barely hear her last words. "That's what heaven is like." "Mommy," the little child said, " I think Daddy likes it up heaven." A single tear fell down the mother's face,"Yes sweetie, yes he does." The girls face turned quizzical, "Why are you crying Mommy?" She gave her leg a hug and looked up to her face. "Are you sad?" The mother quickly stood and took the child up into her arms, saddling her on her hip. "No baby girl, I'm happy, I'm very,very happy. C'mon lets go get some ice cream"
I'm going to post a short preview of my story in a minute. It's not like Roze's or Kaitlyn's, but it's sorta something...
I'm going to post something I randomly wrote because I was in a bit of a dark place at the time. But I agree with it so I hope you enjoy it! "Why do people die mom?" I asked looking at her. She back at me, trying to explain. "Well...You see..." She struggles "Nobody really knows why people die. When someone dies all their hopes and aspirations dies with them. Everything they have ever dreamed of dies along with them but their accomplishments and spirit live on in the heart of their love ones. I think that we would eventually get tired of our life if we were immortal, if we were not to die then I think it would get boring. We've already reached all our goals and dreams. What more is there if we've already accomplished everything we've ever wanted? We would be doing the same thing over and over again once we reached our dreams. I think that we die because we can start anew after we die, we could be reborn again. We can have new dreams, new things we wish to do. There are many things we can stop but there are also many things we can't stop and death is one of them. But death gives us a chance to start a new life and have new opportunities. We can fix all the mistakes we've done in our past lives, sure we don't know what we did wrong in our past lives but we can still fix things without knowing we did something wrong. In all honesty death helps us rather than just destroy us." Elaine explained for my mom. "So I think we should be happy for the people who died instead of crying because they're starting all over again. I would want everyone to smile at my funeral instead of cry. Of course that's just my opinion, I'm still just a 13 year old girl so what exactly do I know right?" She said smiling at me. This is actually true for me Hope you enjoyed this bittersweet opinion By the girl who explained this is dead in the story I put this in
Well, here goes nothing. Genetics Oak Harbor, Washington. Cold almost year round. My lovely home. My friends are there. So is my father's grave. I never wanted to leave it. But, then again, I wouldn't have met my mother or my genius friends. My father just died only a few short weeks ago. He is what made me the person I am. He was everything to me. My mother disappeared when I was barely a year old. I don't remember her when she was around then. I didn't even know who she was. Until I moved in. "Elenoria," I hear. I blink when I realize I've spaced out. Great. At least I'm somewhere in my paper. "Yes, Claire," I call back to her and I stand from the computer. Only one page to go out of twenty. An there's a week left to finish. Though, what do you expect from a girl who is deeply devoted to school. Claire's my mother. It's strange calling her "Mom," and "Mother," so I just call her Claire. She doesn't tell me not to. So I assume she fine with it. "Charlie's here!" she calls back, her thick Irish accent ringing through my brain. That's where I get it from. My Irish accent is quite similar, but rusty from not being around someone of the same origin. "Thanks, Claire!" I say, riding the rail of the stairs down to the living room. "Elenoria, don't do that," she scolds. "It's Ellie, Claire," I proudly state as I jump off of the railing. "Hey, Chuck. Looking gorgeous, as usual," I tease. "You flatter me," he says sarcastically. He dramatically places his hand on his chest and bats his eyelashes. I smirk and poke his cheek. He walks out of the room with me as I yell to Claire that I'm leaving. "Where's the other two geniuses of the pack?" I ask as we get on our bikes. Charles isn't much for biking. He isn't even in that good of shape. And biking through a hilly, old town of Maine, which is equally cold as Washington, it's a workout for the big guy. "Hunter's getting there. Dani's working on getting there. Her parents aren't letting her out easily," Charlie says, huffing and puffing like the big, bad wolf. "What'd she do this time?" I ask, watching him puff out breath after breath as I pedal with ease. "Something about sneaking out. I couldn't catch it all," he says, shrugging and puffing. We finally arrive at the bunk. It's small but remote. It's was abandoned for at least two centuries before we entered it. I was the one to find it after wandering aimlessly for hours while everyone was grounded for... Well, there isn't a way to make it sound good so I'll say it straight: we stole and ancient artifact from a local museum. Dani's father found it after we took turns hiding it. She told. But my mother was too busy to do anything at the moment We needed a better place to hind things for important cases. We are high school detectives. That's what I've got. Still need to write and edit.