Anonymous asked:
POST YOUR STORIES BC I LIVE FOR YOUR WRITING

Thank you so much???? i can post the beginning of one on this ask haha

i started this like 5 months ago and then forgot about it and then just found it the other day and was bored so i edited it and put more and i still might change a lot of it but im just gonna work on it every once in a while when im bored but heres the beginning i guess 

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The thing about death is that no one is revealed the truth behind it until they, themselves, experience it. The million dollar question, and the answer no one learns until it’s too late. The thing feared most by humanity as a whole: the unknown.

Every legend, myth, religion, or tall tale teaches that death is either the end, or a new beginning. But what if its neither? What if it’s a middle ground that leads us to something else?

During the inevitable moment one faces before death, most are told that the life they’ve built will flash before their eyes. And they believe it. They think, that in the meer mili-seconds they are given, they will re-witness every high and low of their brief life, make peace, and then drift into a white light that will lead them to the truth behind death. And I, being the fool that I am, fell for it as well.

The minute that I accepted my death and let my eyelids fall, I craved to see the life that once was mine play on a screen like a film made only for me. I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I was floating blindly into solitude. The muffled sound of my slowing heartbeat the only thing keeping me conscious. Until finally, I was consumed.

My eyes open as my lungs hastily reclaim air, only to see I am surrounded bye a sea of green. The same shade of green as the trees that blanketed the camp site my father would take me and my brother to every summer. My favorite color.

I lie flat on my back, unable to move. My body is cold and stiff, much like a corps. Where am I? I thought I had died. Was I saved? Will I be left in this room to die by my lonesome or is this the after life? Instead of white clouds and heavenly gates opening at my arrival, I’m stuck paralyzed in a room practically being forced to gawk at my favorite shade of green? Maybe I didn’t make it to heaven at all. Maybe this is hell. I could name a number of things that would have landed me here, and being trapped in an idle body while being forced to stare at something you once loved until it makes your skin crawl does sound kind of hellish.

After what feels like hours of drowning in questions I thought would never be answered, I finally muster up the strength to sit up partially and rest on my elbows, scanning my body. I sit there in my light wash skinny jeans and vampire weekend t-shirt, doused in merky water, but unharmed, nonetheless. I look up to see a single uncovered lightbulb, hanging directly above my head. Squinting at its intensity, I let my eyes sink to my left. I seem to be on a rectangular slab about 2 feet tall, same color as the walls and ceiling, almost like a bed.

I gently swing my legs to the right and rest my feet on the ground; also green. I push myself up from the slab, unsteady at first until I catch my step. The walls look solid with no break for an exit, but I question its legitimacy. I might be able to find a way out of here.

But even if I get out of here, where would I go? Where is here?

I push the questions out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. I walk towards the wall and place both of my hands faintly against it at eye level. I dig my feet into the ground to support my torso as I push, but no budge.

My hands wander, lightly tapping, searching for a feeble spot to try, when suddenly to my left a section of the wall rises into itself. I turn my head and watch as someone joins me in my own personal hell.

i actually love writing so much like im just sitting here typing and making up a story as a go but its so much fun


5 Seconds of Summer visit The Elvis Duran Z100 // 21 July 2014

5 Seconds of Summer visit The Elvis Duran Z100 // 21 July 2014

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intoxifaded:

Save this to your phones or computer and post it on other websites like twitter too!

Why would you NOT reblog this?

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newmiu:

useless-worthless-nobody:

intoxifaded:

Save this to your phones or computer and post it on other websites like twitter too!

Why would you NOT reblog this?

so impt

"My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all."
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