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Wednesday, 12 June 2019

The Never Ending Tunnel of Memories



As Mya awaits her turn to talk about the  maths problem
she takes a long hard glance outside and goes back to when she was a
small little girl,but for some reason she started to cry.


When Mya started crying she thought about many things but
the main reason to why she  was crying is her parents and how they had passed.
She thought back to that one particular night, she bawled her eyes out on her
piece of paper explaining how to solve the problem. Everyone including the teacher
stared at her wondering why she was crying but some people  didn’t show
sympathy to her they just laughed.


Mya was still crying she cried even harder because every small detail she
could remember was horrifying she just wanted it all to stop so she could go
back to the present time.  


Mya’s peer’s started shaking her and when they did her flashbacks started
to disappear and she slowly but surely she calmed down enough for her tears
to stop. Lunch time came and she told her friends what was going through her mind,
her friends gave her a warm hug and that made her forget about everything she thought
about.


Mya dislikes when this happens to her because she feels embarrassed
about it she also doesn't like remembering her past she wants to look ahead
to the  future and focus on the present time. This was apart of what she was telling
her friends.


Mya still wasn’t feeling herself until she laid down on the grass and looked up  
in the sky and saw a paradise she also saw her parents for a split second but then
disappeared she jumped up and ran back to her friends. She Slowly changed.


As everything was coming to a end Mya was starting to be in a mood to where she
started to become herself again Mya just wanted the day to finish so she can  tell
her auntie what happened.


Mya wished this to never happen again because she didn’t want to remember the
time where they had passed she wanted to have happy flashbacks. Mya’s  wish came
true and from there on she was herself.

Thursday, 6 June 2019

How would the world end if it was up to me?

Wednesday  March 27th
Tittle: How would the world end if it was up to me






I'm the last person on earth with nothing but my old clothes,
I’ve  had a vivid realistic thought go through my head everytime
I fall asleep I think it’s a dream but who knows…. I could be ending the
world with the power i’ve consumed from  beneath the earth itself.


“Wake up, come on get up it’s time for you  to end the world” as my head says,
“i’m awake” I reply,  I have all the power to destroy the world by one click of my
fingers I just don’t know when to use this great power i’ve been given it’s hard to
decide because I want to live but also  there’s absolutely no point because no one
else lives on this earth with me. BOOM! I hear a loud thump from out of nowhere,
I go look and see that something has fallen from out of the sky “I need to  end the
world now”.

It’s been several weeks now and I still can't decide whether or not I  should end
the world so I ask my head what should I do now, muy head replies “You should
end the world now because like you said no one lives  here but you, just end it so
you can be free I mean you want freedom right.” I reply “yes.. but” head says “
not buts just end it already” I replied with “ok” in disbelief.  

I had finnaly ended the world in succeseand nothing was left but space and dust.