Wow it's been a while since I made a discussion!
Basically, I submitted something to a writing contest just now and it's a story that I'm very attached to. I feel I did a good job on it and I wanted to share it with y'all. I guess this could be referred to as improvement from the last story I posted here, which was nearly 5 years ago. Also, sorry if this is in the wrong category. I do believe this is art. Anyways, have fun reading, I guess.


Some days are meant to be the happiest of your life. Unfortunately, that was not the case for me. What was meant to be the happiest moment of my life ultimately turned into the worst. One Thursday afternoon in the humid month of August, I had taken my little girl, Amelia, out on what was meant to be part of a father/daughter bonding experience. It had been a beautiful day- up until the drive home. Amelia had been in the passenger seat, pointing out the different shapes of the clouds. It was sundown and the roads weren’t very busy. What could’ve possibly had gone wrong? Fate, of course. All it took was one glance, 300 ft. and a single second for my life to flip upside down.

Some teenage delinquent had swerved straight into our lane. I can still, to this day, feel pain as when the hood of my car buckled… from when the glass of the windshield came raining down upon Amelia’s and I’s head. I can still hear my child screaming in agony as her head was slammed back against the seat due to the force. I remember staring over the smoke issuing from my car, into the maddened eyes of the boy who hit us. I guess that he was too high to realize what he had done, considering the fact he slowly got out of the car and began running away in the opposite direction.

The moments following the crash were a blur. The only parts I can remember was pulling my daughter’s broken body out of the car and onto the asphalt, the sirens of police cars and ambulances and the doctors rushing my child to surgery. I remember pacing the waiting room of that hospital, anxious for some sort of news. I remember my heart sinking as the doctors entered the room with somber expressions and falling to the flo
or, sobbing, at the news of her death.

A few weeks later, her funeral took place. It was a public funeral. Many people came to it, those I knew and those I didn’t. Perhaps they felt sorry that such a young life was taken by such careless actions… but there was one face in the crowd that stood out from the rest. The murderer was here. He was sober enough to show up to the funeral and he didn’t know this was his fault, despite the bruises and cuts all over his face. Seeing him there made every single memory of that traumatizing experience come rushing back to me. I was hurt. I was angry at the fact that the man who took my child’s life from her dared to show up to her funeral and be sorry for something that was his fault. I was enraged. I was deeply hurt, sad and enraged. Despite all of this, I rose to my feet with the unshakable knowledge that no emotion I was feeling could change anything. Sadness would give me nothing. It sure as hell didn’t give me my wife back when she died all those years ago. I had nothing. I had no one left. Amelia was my last joy. I guess you could call me maddened by grief. All I knew now was that the only purpose of my life is was to seek vengeance on the man who took my sanity from me.


sorry if some topics are too PG for this.. I mean, most of us are teenagers anyways, so like-
and before you say I'm not a teenager, ik! but I'm gonna be 13 in like 2 months so I don't really think it makes much of a difference.

I read all of this post. And I thought I had a talent for writing. Once I started I didn't stop so that's a good sign of a good bit of writing.

The sad thing is... these things are real. I'll never drive a car and I hope none of you do either. Remember if you can, ride a bike or use public transport. Burn fat not oil and do the planet a favor!

Damen wrote on 18th July 2019, 06:09 PM:

I read all of this post. And I thought I had a talent for writing. Once I started I didn't stop so that's a good sign of a good bit of writing.
The sad thing is... these things are real. I'll never drive a car and I hope none of you do either. Remember if you can, ride a bike or use public transport. Burn fat not oil and do the planet a favor!

exactly.
this nearly happened to me once except I didn't hit my head as hard as the character did because I was holding onto the back of my sister's seat.

Damen wrote on 18th July 2019, 06:09 PM:

I read all of this post. And I thought I had a talent for writing. Once I started I didn't stop so that's a good sign of a good bit of writing.
The sad thing is... these things are real. I'll never drive a car and I hope none of you do either. Remember if you can, ride a bike or use public transport. Burn fat not oil and do the planet a favor!

yeah, it's sad how people drive under the influence. one of my family members did that with me in the car and they got arrested. i had to use their phone to call my grandmother to pick me up. i'll just share a story below because i think it's about time i open up to pretty much everyone here, i shouldn't be hiding things that i clearly relate to.

so around last year, my grandmother and brother got into a car accident together. keep in mind that this was my brother and grandmother, two people i've been around all my life. it happened so fast. my dad received a call from my great aunt since my brother called her. he wasn't injured severely or anything, he was just really sore. my grandmother on the other hand blacked out. i was literally crying when my dad walked upstairs and told me the news, mostly because i've been around both of them my entire life. keep in mind that i never cry unless i'm very upset. so, we had someone come and pick us up so we can go to the hospital. i had to sit there in a seat for hours in a pit of anxiety, and so did my dad and aunt. my father's girlfriend at the time just got off from work and received the call, so she drove there straight away. they knew that i suffered from anxiety and depression, and they hated to see me upset. to cheer me up, they bought me a snack from the vending machine and a drink to keep my mind off of things. they also knew that eating keeps my mind off of the negative, because damn the snacks there are delicious.
good news: they survived with minimal injuries, but both of them were going to be sore for a few weeks. i'm so grateful that they are alive.

and yes, my bff is very amazing when it comes to writing. this is why i usually walk to places instead of drive, i don't want to harm the planet and also because of car accidents and people driving under the influence.

anyway, that's just my two cents.

Zendaya2408 wrote on 18th July 2019, 06:05 PM:

sorry if some topics are too PG for this.. I mean, most of us are teenagers anyways, so like-
and before you say I'm not a teenager, ik! but I'm gonna be 13 in like 2 months so I don't really think it makes much of a difference.

good story bff :thumbs_up:

this is so sad

can we hit 10 likes?

Zendaya2408 wrote on 18th July 2019, 06:05 PM:

Wow it's been a while since I made a discussion!
Basically, I submitted something to a writing contest just now and it's a story that I'm very attached to. I feel I did a good job on it and I wanted to share it with y'all. I guess this could be referred to as improvement from the last story I posted here, which was nearly 5 years ago. Also, sorry if this is in the wrong category. I do believe this is art. Anyways, have fun reading, I guess.
Some days are meant to be the happiest of your life. Unfortunately, that was not the case for me. What was meant to be the happiest moment of my life ultimately turned into the worst. One Thursday afternoon in the humid month of August, I had taken my little girl, Amelia, out on what was meant to be part of a father/daughter bonding experience. It had been a beautiful day- up until the drive home. Amelia had been in the passenger seat, pointing out the different shapes of the clouds. It was sundown and the roads weren’t very busy. What could’ve possibly had gone wrong? Fate, of course. All it took was one glance, 300 ft. and a single second for my life to flip upside down.
Some teenage delinquent had swerved straight into our lane. I can still, to this day, feel pain as when the hood of my car buckled… from when the glass of the windshield came raining down upon Amelia’s and I’s head. I can still hear my child screaming in agony as her head was slammed back against the seat due to the force. I remember staring over the smoke issuing from my car, into the maddened eyes of the boy who hit us. I guess that he was too high to realize what he had done, considering the fact he slowly got out of the car and began running away in the opposite direction.
The moments following the crash were a blur. The only parts I can remember was pulling my daughter’s broken body out of the car and onto the asphalt, the sirens of police cars and ambulances and the doctors rushing my child to surgery. I remember pacing the waiting room of that hospital, anxious for some sort of news. I remember my heart sinking as the doctors entered the room with somber expressions and falling to the flo
or, sobbing, at the news of her death.
A few weeks later, her funeral took place. It was a public funeral. Many people came to it, those I knew and those I didn’t. Perhaps they felt sorry that such a young life was taken by such careless actions… but there was one face in the crowd that stood out from the rest. The murderer was here. He was sober enough to show up to the funeral and he didn’t know this was his fault, despite the bruises and cuts all over his face. Seeing him there made every single memory of that traumatizing experience come rushing back to me. I was hurt. I was angry at the fact that the man who took my child’s life from her dared to show up to her funeral and be sorry for something that was his fault. I was enraged. I was deeply hurt, sad and enraged. Despite all of this, I rose to my feet with the unshakable knowledge that no emotion I was feeling could change anything. Sadness would give me nothing. It sure as hell didn’t give me my wife back when she died all those years ago. I had nothing. I had no one left. Amelia was my last joy. I guess you could call me maddened by grief. All I knew now was that the only purpose of my life is was to seek vengeance on the man who took my sanity from me.
sorry if some topics are too PG for this.. I mean, most of us are teenagers anyways, so like-
and before you say I'm not a teenager, ik! but I'm gonna be 13 in like 2 months so I don't really think it makes much of a difference.