If My Heart Had Windows

I suppose I had always just assumed that those shaky moments filled to the brim with fear were normal, and “everyone felt this way”... sometimes. The constant panic mode was just me being me, shy, until one day in my seventh grade year, my mother took me to see the psychologist. The memory is as clear as it could be. A plain white room with two large windows, a wooden door, a desk with a single chair, similar to those at school. The room was alarmingly clean and smelt heavily of lemon chemical…

My heart grew heavy at the recollection of the murder of my Annabel, and my heart yearned for her back. Guilt flooded every ounce of blood in my body because I can never forgive myself for what I did to her, for "we loved with a love that was more than love", and never in a million years would I picture myself capable of killing the love of my life. All our life together "she lived with no other thought/ Than to love and be loved by me". I looked out of the little spot of the window that my…

Every joint in his body starts cracking and then... his heart suddenly stops. **************************************** I felt like someone was calling me. It was dark and voice was really hard to hear it was hard to distinguish whose voice it was. “-ng!” “ -eng!” “Zheng!” I open my eyes to see a classroom full of students and…

noise of my alarm clock startles me. I throw off the covers on my bed, and run across the chilly floor, to stop the ear piercing noise of my alarm. I slip into the warmth of my fuzzy slippers, and head downstairs to the kitchen to start my day. I start by pouring a cup of coffee, plop onto the couch and watch the morning news. It’s snowing they say. I walk over to the window and throw open the curtain. Frost crawls up the sides of the window, and the snow glistens outside. I scurry to my…

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The floor suspiciously creaked when I set my foot down, and a tortured shiver went up my spine. My heart pounded in my chest and the sound travelled up to my ears. I debated sitting at the only school desk in the room, but it's broken, rusted legs deterred me. I folded my legs under my body, and sunk to the dusty, unkempt ground. The floor itself looked like it had been an eggshell white, but had faded and stained into the color of a goldenrod. Decrepit books surrounded me from every way,…

My Most Eventful Hunt It was a chilly December morning. I had been waiting on this day for what seemed like forever. Dad had promised me at the beginning of deer season I would be able to hunt by myself after my birthday. Today was that day. Eagerness and anxiety filled my mind as I packed my bag into the back of the truck. Little did I know I would hunt by myself and kill the biggest buck of my life! First thing in the morning we loaded our hunting gear into the truck and my dog, Cletus into…

I have lived my whole life inside. I’ve never experienced the brisk fall air, the boiling summer heat, or snowy, frigid winter. There’s nothing I want more than to go outside, but of course, I can’t. My house is mostly glass, and I call it my glass castle. I live alone with no concept of the outside world. As far as I know, I could be the only person alive and it wouldn’t affect me. Of course, though, I am not. I see people walking and the leaves falling as I look out my window all the time. I…

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steering wheel. I had a lump in my throat that felt like I swallowed a golf ball. My hands were shaking and my eyes were blurry from holding back tears, but somehow I managed to get my seatbelt on while he put the car in drive. I really didn’t want to talk, but I felt like I had to say something so I asked “How was your day?” He mumbled something under his breath back to me, and I couldn't understand it but the final hiss in his voice warned me about his feelings. I retreated back into my seat…