This is actually a little something I wrote like 4 years ago. I had gone to a summer program in Deerfield, Massachusetts and one of the classes there was an English class. The biggest assignment we had was that we had to write a short descriptive piece about a place that had a lot of meaning to us. I chose a hospital because at that time, my sister was in and out of the hospital. I got a lot of praise for this little paragraph and to this day it is one of my favorite pieces of writing.
"Next!" The only welcome you receive as you enter through the shiny glass doors. Shuffling feet and the squeaks of IV carts deaf you as they ride along the rainbow tiles. Painted walls means to make childish souls smile. A fragile silence that is almost always broken by screams of "Mommy!" We almost never hear screams of "Daddy!" Beep Beep. Machines whir and whiz as you watch the young ones marvel at the lit-up screens and the shiny metal. Screaming children. Crying babies. Remember when she was that small? Parents whimper softly, desperately trying not to let their child hear. As the day progresses, you notice the sounds of agony diminish. Then, slowly but surely, it ends. Sighs of relief overpower sounds of despair. Laughs and smiles spread throughout the building. Happiness reverberates inside the souls of anxious parents. Memories of the once unbearable pain slowly fade away until nothing but echoes remain.
YOU ARE READING
enthusiast of many except myself
De TodoI don't know I'm just bored and can't sleep. On the other hand, I know perfectly well what I'm writing. Perhaps this will one day serve as a sort of diary.
