Nebula's Eyes

In English we are in a short story unit. I came up with a great story that I am so proud of. I felt the need to share an exerpt from it. So here you go. It's called Nebula's Eyes.

Nebula’s Eyes

I am Scarlet. I am your not so average eighteen year old girl living in the small town of Averill, Vermont. I shop in vintage outlets,write poetry at the park,and take long walks to think about the meaning of life. I may sound like some movie cliche outcast, but what you don’t know is that I am just like you. I have feelings. They get hurt like yours, they activate when something happens, like yours. Bad things happen in my life like yours. Good things happen in my life like yours. You see where I am heading with this? Well I am here to tell you my story they way I do best. Through Poetry...
Nebula
A bursting explosion
Heat and color swirl around
Combining to one
Memory is shattered
Fragments of hope float into space
Why must you die?
You were so beautiful
My eyes watch in sorrow
As you bury my tomorrow

It was a crystal clear morning in November. As usual I woke up to check on my mom. You see she has Lou Gehrig's disease. She can not fend for herself in this world,so I must take care of her.
“ Mom how are you this morning?” I asked her
“ Oh just fine dear. Are you going to write me another poem this afternoon?” my mother wearily asked.
“ Yes Mom,but after we get you settled first.”
As I move throughout the morning I see in my mothers eyes a world of pain. A world of suffering. When she looks at me I can tell that she is seeing the same in me.
“Honey, I need to talk to you.” mama said. I made my way over to the soft linen bed where she lay, unable to move her legs.“ I just want you to know that I am so proud of everything you have done. Your poems speak to people, and they make me smile everyday when you make them for me. They can change the world, Scarlet. I hope you know that. So someday when I am at peace with God I want you to know that I will be with you. Watching over you.” At this point tears began to roll down her smooth face. Her eyes were like Nebula’s. They were exploding with emotion, the hope that was once in them was starting to dissipate. All I could do was watch her eyes. They were captivating me. Pulling me in further to her world of pain. Something I couldn’t go into. I began to pull my way out of them. Telling her that I loved her,and that she would be with me for a long time. I wouldn’t let God pull her away.
With that I kissed her on the forehead,and walked downstairs to grab my journal full of poetry, on the cover a bright star resembling the brightness of my future, my mother told me. I grabbed my slouchy sweater and headed out the door. Walking to the park that was across the street. I looked back like I always did to see my mother looking out the window. Seeing all the bright orange and yellow Autumn trees. Seeing the ducks swim together. Seeing life move on as hers was slowly moving back. I made my way to the huge boulder by the pond. This is were I got all of my inspiration from to write poetry. As time clicks on in the real world, time in my world moves like the breeze. Poem by poem I write. Some about the symbolism of leaves falling from the tree, and some about the cruel reality of life. However I always made sure to write a cheerful poem for my mother. Maybe one about the vast secrets of the universe,or perhaps one about the stars. She was in love with space. She had always dreamed of being an Astronomer,and for some time she was one. Until we found out that she had the disease. It claimed her legs,and then started to affect her arms. Now she sits at home, looking at the stars through a telescope each night that I have to help her reach. The depression starts to sink in my veins, so I decide to head back to the house, with the new poem in hand. It sounds pretty good to me.

Outer Imagination

The universe is a vast hole of imagination
Growing ever so steadily everyday
But there are still secrets that we don’t know
For instance how far does it go?
I suppose that’s for us to find
If we could use our minds

Waling back across the street to our home I wonder what the rest of the day will entail. Maybe I will put on her favorite astronomy video. Her vast collection will have good choices. The walk up the stairs brings a sudden fear in my heart. Something isn’t right. “ Mom!” I yell “Mom!” I nearly trip over my Oxfords as I tumble into her room to find my mother with her eyes closed on her bed. I lift her hand to feel to my surprise an icy sting. Her lifeless body was still. No blood pumping into her heart. No longer giving it life. My body becomes limp as I fall to the shag carpet screaming. I lift the phone out of my pocket and dial 911.

So this is part of my story. It is not finished yet, but I can't wait to finish it. I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think! Don't be shy. Have a Happy Blogging weekend!