Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
Windscript Volume 24, 2007-2008 - Saskatchewan Writers' Guild
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
The Magazine of <strong>Saskatchewan</strong> High School Writing<br />
Annette Nedilenka<br />
My Blunt Obituary<br />
In some cases you can choose the way you want to die. In others you have no choice. I sometimes thought about death<br />
in general, that the way I die will change the way I will remain in this world or carry on in the next. All I know is that<br />
when you die, you want to go back.<br />
A birth and death date are just a record, a log of your life span. Does it contribute to who we are? We need to know<br />
everything and anything in our lives to know one thing; our meaning to breathe, think and feel. It’s just the basic senses<br />
of recognizing the environment and relationships around us. But really, we don’t pay much attention anyways. I think the<br />
real meaning of life is to search for the meaning of life, and when you figure that out and actually find what we are living<br />
for you’ll say,<br />
“Oh. I think I’ll have some tea.”<br />
Or you’ll say, “I fancy dying now.”<br />
Once I wished I was dead just to know what it felt like. Because that’s all we do everyday, we live.<br />
Well the simple way I died was not my fate, my choice, nor was it to happen for a reason. I died because the laws of<br />
nature decided it to be so. I died by getting hit by a bus. Bluntly.<br />
On January 22, 2015.<br />
Simple as that.<br />
And when you are laying on that stretcher, piercing sirens lap out like an opera singing your favourite ballad, plastic gloved<br />
hands trying so hard to bring you back, and all you can think is, “Just give up already.”<br />
Everyone dies alone, whether they are embraced or not. They travel through time like a backwards circuit. And the<br />
flight is better off alone. Wouldn’t it be annoying to have someone beside you in a theatre calling out every few seconds,<br />
“Wow! Awesome! Oh my goodness, that’s so sad. What’s gonna happen now?”<br />
Wouldn’t it?<br />
Winter slowly chilled my non-existent pulse. That’s all I could feel, I guess. But I didn’t really notice, because it was just<br />
happening, not me analyzing every little nerve break. You can only die once, so you should remember it.<br />
The classic death tunnel. People say all you can see is white. Well, in my case it was because I was looking up and there<br />
was snow.<br />
Snowflakes. Fuck.<br />
windScript<br />
36<br />
volume <strong>24</strong>