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recently recently a lot of interesting things have happened made me feel sad i was okay though.
There's a story running around in the back of my head. It is called A-s-c-e-n-s-i-o-n (((ascension)))
Ascension
it is about a young man
I wrote this for my media project at uni, Friday 30th November. I drew it as well, in storyboard form. The story runs thus:
A young man wakes up to find himself on a white, white bridge in the middle of nowhere. His name is Ash. As his surroundings come into focus, he stands up, head throbbing with a migraine. He walks to the edge and looks over. What he sees shocks him.
In the distance someone approaches. A scruffy, yet angelic figure, holding a bag of second-hand clothes. S/he roots through the bag, examining the clothes, then notices Ash and speaks to him.
'You know, if there's one place in the world that we can be truly free, this is it. Anyway, what brings you here?'
He looks at her, points over the edge of the bridge and says,
'I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing on the ground.'
The camera pans down and the surroundings suddenly change from angelic white to normal drab, dark city colours. At the foot of the bridge, in the real world, lies Ash's body, face down in a pool of blood, surrounded by ambulances, medics and onlookers.
He had jumped.
So yes, a pretty morbid story.
Five days later, on Wednesday the 5th December, the exact same thing happened in town.
I was staying round my boyfriend's house. We left for uni early in the morning. The sky was that misty white hazy colour, bitter with the cold and stretching open and crystally clear.
As we got into my car this old woman walking by stopped us to ask if we were going towards the motorway.
We asked why, and she said to us,
'Well, the road has been closed off. A young man has just jumped from the bridge.'
Unfortunately, to get to uni, I had to drive past the adjacent roundabout to the closed-off road. And as I did, I saw the sight.
It was exactly the same as my picture for my story. The bridge was a little bit different. But I saw things I'd rather not see. it made me cry later Needless to say, I almost crashed my car!
But seriously,
I know it was all COINCIDENCE
but it does not make me feel any better.
when the LINE between fantasy and reality begins to BLUR, it's scary.
It's not every day someone jumps off the bridge next to your street.
I feel like the painter Isaac from Heroes. I'd better start writing happy stories.
There's a story running around in the back of my head. It is called A-s-c-e-n-s-i-o-n (((ascension)))
Ascension
it is about a young man
I wrote this for my media project at uni, Friday 30th November. I drew it as well, in storyboard form. The story runs thus:
A young man wakes up to find himself on a white, white bridge in the middle of nowhere. His name is Ash. As his surroundings come into focus, he stands up, head throbbing with a migraine. He walks to the edge and looks over. What he sees shocks him.
In the distance someone approaches. A scruffy, yet angelic figure, holding a bag of second-hand clothes. S/he roots through the bag, examining the clothes, then notices Ash and speaks to him.
'You know, if there's one place in the world that we can be truly free, this is it. Anyway, what brings you here?'
He looks at her, points over the edge of the bridge and says,
'I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing on the ground.'
The camera pans down and the surroundings suddenly change from angelic white to normal drab, dark city colours. At the foot of the bridge, in the real world, lies Ash's body, face down in a pool of blood, surrounded by ambulances, medics and onlookers.
He had jumped.
So yes, a pretty morbid story.
Five days later, on Wednesday the 5th December, the exact same thing happened in town.
I was staying round my boyfriend's house. We left for uni early in the morning. The sky was that misty white hazy colour, bitter with the cold and stretching open and crystally clear.
As we got into my car this old woman walking by stopped us to ask if we were going towards the motorway.
We asked why, and she said to us,
'Well, the road has been closed off. A young man has just jumped from the bridge.'
Unfortunately, to get to uni, I had to drive past the adjacent roundabout to the closed-off road. And as I did, I saw the sight.
It was exactly the same as my picture for my story. The bridge was a little bit different. But I saw things I'd rather not see. it made me cry later Needless to say, I almost crashed my car!
But seriously,
I know it was all COINCIDENCE
but it does not make me feel any better.
when the LINE between fantasy and reality begins to BLUR, it's scary.
It's not every day someone jumps off the bridge next to your street.
I feel like the painter Isaac from Heroes. I'd better start writing happy stories.
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