Wet? No, dry? Blue, Brown, Green and round. (Are you even awake? Ever? Do we rest our whole life just to be awakened when we die? Nerves. In our lids yet too.)}
Open and Closed but no one knows.
In sync , in sync , that's what we think.
You sleep and dream, but still you feel. You lie and cry but you still heal.
You’re black, She’s white but you don’t steal. Look around, but is it real? You’re dauntless through 2 vagus nerves. Inimitable you feel through all the curves.
The sins, big sins, don’t kill, don’t kill. Just blink, don’t sink or seal the deal.
You fall, you crawl; but stand up tall. You’re shot, not dead, you see you leak.
Scared of Terror you blink, blink, blink.
Until you’re wet. No dry, in a blink. Quick! Blink.
(The whispers of the trees are loudly silent. So many streets can hardly be seen. 1 light pole every 10 miles. It’s dark and narrow like the sound of a cello during a thriller. You see it now, but to your shock, you’re intrigued. It’s beautiful to the eyes, yet scary to the soul. Your heart sinks with the terrifyingly gorgeous view.)
It’s dark, you're cold, and there is mold. Can’t shrink, you think but only stink.
What’s left to do but to sit and blink. And now you drain almost just like the sink.
{Other perspective}:
Can’t see. Can’t breathe. Where am I? –Oh wait, now I see but it’s a little too late. My damnation is here to see.
I thought I slept, but it was a preview. Life was dead back then but this is new.
I tried to cry but not a tear. It wasn’t scary, but still I’d fear.
I sinned, I know but cannot go. I’d never kill but stealing sought to show.
My last sight in my eyelids. I fell, it hurt, but got back up. It hit again but now I'm stuck.
I can’t see, can’t breathe, so I blink, blink, blink. I was full, now empty in a blink. Quick! Blink.
“6-43-91”…
He’s dead. DNR. Were the last words I heard before my life crumbled to pieces. I’m not dead but I'm not living. He said , I read it in his mind.
Maybe a Coma or Nerve malfunction, but he can’t die! She's screaming and she's scared , but it’s not a lie.
I hear you, no breath but you can’t respond. They’re going to let you die but I'm not so fond.
Run, run, run, until it’s done.
It might hurt so it's not so fun.
Jump and duck until there is none.
I’ll see you when it’s won and done.
In “Blink,” the scene starts off captivating the eyes of every person through colors. It then moves into our thoughts. The author (me), writes this story, to portray the way the world is seen through one eye of many eyes. How different lives could be so similar yet so different. The world's circumstances , being justice, equality, life and death presented the idea to create a story of a man and woman in the same body.
In this story, it is meant to convey how life would be for a man and woman to be in the same body and see the world differently yet similarly. Through thinking and imagining , the author was inspired by the bible, and how creation presented a new perspective but, if we were to take it all away we’d feel lighter and pure rather than harmed and weighed down.
This story reflects universal and profound issues and ideas because when you read my story, you are initially confused, questioning things such as; “What do the colors represent?”, “What is going on?” and “Where is this happening?”, but when you think deeply into context, you’d understand that it has way more meaning and expansion than originally thought. Some ideas I have in exploring an issue for my story, would be to observe what is going on now, in our economy and within communities and daily lives of the people on earth.
When writing this story, one of my choices of characterization and structure would be the nature of a person, and what we represent on earth. We never normally think on the outside of what our brains typically explore until you read deeper into context or explanation of what the author thinks when writing.
As I wrote the story, some challenges I faced were, how to make or help the reader understand the story and interpret it in the same way I thought while writing the story. For further development as I continue to write scripts for more series and books, I think it would be shocking yet so “ohhh-” moment, if I were to add the backstory of what was exactly going on at the end of the sentiment.
In the “DNR” portion of the story Maybe a Coma or Nerve malfunction, but he can’t die! “She's screaming and she's scared , but it’s not a lie.
I hear you, no breath but you can’t respond. They’re going to let you die but I'm not so fond.
Run, run, run, until it’s done.
It might hurt so it's not so fun.
Jump and duck until there is none.
I’ll see you when it’s won and done.” I wrote this hoping it could be easily interpreted, but no one understood that it was two people in one body, being a black male, and white female as one was not dead but in a coma and the one with the functioning vagus nerve was able to move and could run so that they wouldn’t kill them both.
From working on this story, I learned that, in order for most people to fully understand what is going on in the story, that it has to be in depth description, and not using KJV terms or poem-like structure.