MyPerfectFantasy

Here's a little story I have thought of...

I wake up. I am in a white bed, people are around me. "Where Am I?!" Is what I try to say, but the words dry out, never escaping my zipped lips. I see a man in a white suit, he looks down at me. For some reason, I don't think he can see that my eyes are open. I breathe hard. The air escapes me. I try to scream, but some how my lips are sealed, my throat dry and itchy. I try to move. My legs, arms, my whole body feels like it has been super glued together. I can't move. I can't talk. No one can see that I can see them. I slowly watch the man in the white suit grab a knife. I try to squirm, to get out of the men and women's hold on me, then I feel a pinch and I see a hallway with a door. I look around. I can move! I walk slowly toward the door. A white light is shining from it. I open the door and my life flashes before my eyes. I see me riding a tricycle when I was 3. I see my first kiss with my old boyfriend, I see my mom crying in the bathroom because my dad has died. I see my sister in the hospital when she had cancer. I see me in the beach, surfing, my hand gracefully gliding along the water. I see me getting my first haircut. Then, as I watch my last moments, I come back to the white room. I'm able to get up. I can talk. "Where Am I?!" I yell as loud as I can. The man in the white suit turned toward me. He pushed me out the door, and I see my mother crying in the chair. She see's me, and yells, "Michelle! Oh my god, your OK!" She pulls me into a tight hug. I ask her what happened. She looks at me like I was crazy. Then my eyes close, and I see the door again. I walk through. There is Jesus with open arms. -ToniNikole

I am usally a really hyper, act-like-a-3-year-old child. But yet, I like to write and share my deepest thoughts. I think real deep, yet I'm immature all on my own. I wanted to make this website so I could write it all out, and remember it all later.

I never thought of how I would die. I always thought when I get old...I just go. But ever since last night, at the skating rink, I've been thinking hard. On Decemeber 21st, 2012 the Mayan Calander says the world will end (Because that's when it stops), but there are so much religious, and scientific reasons no one really knows if it WILL END on Decemeber 21st, 2012. It should end at midnight, 12 minutes after, and 12 seconds after 12 minutes. Aka, 12-12-12, 12-12-12. Double the Devil's number. The religious reasons are the acoplyse, which has already started, but that the Lord and the Devil shall have a war and the Devil shall win. The Earth shalt tilt, America on bottom, so as, America catching on fire first. Only the prepared, strong, and smart shall survive. But is this true? The scientific, earthquakes, volcano flows, shall leave the earth in dust. Not to mention, a black hole in the center of space. No one knows for sure, but this all happened from the Mayan Calander. The Mayan Calander was made by acient people, a long time ago, and it has predicted everything that has happened so far. The scary thought? It ends, exactly, on Decemeber 21st, 2012. Why would it end there? No one knows, but we sure have a few years left of thinking, before the world ends or not ends.

My thoughts have never been told, they're like unspoken whispers, that lie under an unknown grave. Why? Because I never thought to share them. Thoughts are personal, especially if thinking deep. No one shalt know, unless you let them know. But I have decided to let my unspoken whispers, crawl up through my unknown grave, and walk down the gloomy streets and be told. Why? Because I think what I think shall be told, to whoever will listen. Maybe my thoughts mean something, maybe I've gone wrong in my head, but my future is the future of the planet. Because teenagers, and children, are our future of this world. And with everyone keeping a hushed tone, not speaking out, and not telling the truth, the world will die! Lies will stir, and hushed tones will turn into screams! Not speaking out, will be yelling out, and everyone will just automatically see, we need to help the world. We need to tell the truth to get trust. Trust, Friendship, Love, that's all we need. Without it, we might as will lay down and die! So let your unspoken whispers crawl from your unknown grave, and walk down the gloomy streets and be told. We need them to be told.