Let The Magic Continue

Let The Magic Continue

Did you think we only had a single idea up our sleeves? *laughs*

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Scene Idea

It is a late September evening with a fall breeze, scented with roses and lilacs (research fall flowers), that makes me cozy up to my favorite blanket. The sky reminds me of my past life, where the lights were minimal, and the atmosphere was littered with millions of twinkling stars. The moon was a bright crimson that cast its reflection over the gentle waves lapping at the foot of the beach. Beautiful I thought.

The breeze had begun to pick up which caused a certain mouthwatering aroma to fill my nose. I took a slow, deep breath and stood up.

"Something is wrong," I said as I took another whiff as to pinpoint the bleeder's location. In an instant, I was speeding in the direction of the accident.

They have been together (married) for ten years, but for the past few years, things have not been that great. Over the course of time, they realized that they just grew apart. But, in the course of those few years of growing apart, she became close to someone close to him. A brother, cousin, etc. She has no kids and is a Fiction Editor. Her husband is a surgeon. The guy she fell in love with is....?? (something that makes decent money).

Maybe a Stockbroker or dentist or a doctor that worked in the same building/hospital her husband performs his surgeries in

Another Scene Idea (Cleo thinking back or her past):

Growing up in a small town (need to pick one) everyone knew everyone's business. No wonder my parents divorced. Everyone worried about everyone else, and no respect for personal space. I used to ignore it when I was younger, but the older I get, the more I am seeing I am way more mature than the adults in our town.

Luke and Laura, the twins, went to live with Grandma when our parents split up. Mom and Dad didn't want them to hear the criticism the town had placed on our parents for splitting up, but in reality, it was the same criticism that made them split in the first place.

They wanted me to go live with them as well, but I wanted to be there to show my parents love and support they needed. Maybe I could get them back together if they focused on themselves instead of being worried about what the neighbors said.

Now, I am not exactly sure what had been said that was so horrible they couldn't work through it, but I do recall being bullied by the kids in my school for their divorce. See, divorce happens all over, but not in (Place name of town here).

((Still figuring out what could have been said to cause this)) (Figure I am going to add to this, or you and mention how she and Katherine meet and become friends.)

Scene Idea

"Kat!" Damen bellows as a sword slid right into my gut. I gasp as blood splats out from my mouth. I whip my hands down to the sword as my eyes shoot up to Damen's. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes as I slump to the ground.

Is this it? Is this how I go out? I thought.

"D-Damen…" I mutter.

"No, Katherine…" he says as he swoops to my side.

The enemies around us began to drop like flies. ((Damen is very upset, and his powers/abilities are starting to take over))

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To the guy that shot my brother...

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To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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