So, I would consider myself a poet, rather than a story writer. It comes easier to me. So, yeah. Here is my poetry, starting with:
Second Chance(9.19.11)
She just stood there
She did nothing yet stare
The car was coming too fast
Her life's seconds were coming to their last
She yelled a question at nothing particular
"Where am I going?"
She had never believed in heaven nor hell
She closed her eyes
and waited for the impact sure to come
She waited for a minute
for something that should have taken less than 5 seconds
She opened her eyes
to find a new place
She was no longer on that road
Alone with that car
She was in a garden
So beautiful with flowers
and she looked down
and noticed a new outfit
a white dress she had never seen before
and no shoes on her feet
Was this where she was going?
Was she now cold and dead?
She called out these questions
expecting no answer
and she didn't get one
And she fell into a hole
And music started playing
And she closed her eyes
This time she believed they'd forever be closed
And she starting mumbling sorries and forgiveness
Until her breath came to a halt
For the last time,
she said, "Forgive me, God."
and the music stopped playing
and everything became bright
she opened her eyes and she was alive
She breathed a thank you into a smile
And would never forget the time she died and came back to life
