Sneakers

[Sliced 819]

Sneakers

Logan Franklin

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Like every child who ever lived, I had dreams and lots of them.

 

I dreamt of being an astronaut, to see space and the stars. Or a firefighter and rescue cats from trees and people from burning buildings. Possibly a police officer and stop the bad guys robbing a bank. Or I could have been a doctor and helped nurse sick people back to proper health. Maybe I could have grown up to learn how to pull a car apart, piece by piece and put it back together again as if it had never been touched.

 

The sad truth? Dreams don’t always come true.

 

What I’m about to tell you is an example of that.

 

At times, everything appears to be falling into place, but then one of my building blocks at the bottom of the stack moved and all my work fell out of place. That’s when it all came crashing down. Unexpected. No way of preventing it. I worked so hard, so painstakingly hard, to fulfill my dreams, to achieve my goals. Then I was hit with such a sucker punch, I wish I were dead.

 

I wanted to be a runner, to go on for miles without taking a break. Maybe win a marathon and take home the trophy, to tell my folks I actually did something with my life. But, I guess fate had other plans for me.

 

I guess it's sort of like Forrest Gump and that saying of his:

 

“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.”

 

And there’s no denying it, that I’ve had my own box of chocolates. The pieces were good, chewy and sweet. Then I got one with nuts. It was bittersweet, but mostly bitter.

 

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I woke from my sleep to the sight of multi-colored balloons that read “Get well soon,” and flowers that gave the stale, hospital room air a sweet smell. Sadly, the brightness of said flowers paled to the greys and whites of the room.

 

Then, there came the faint sound of knocking on the door and the doctor came in. He wore a white coat, a stethoscope around the back of his neck. His shaky, bony hand held a clipboard and with the other, he adjusted his glasses, followed by stroking his whitening beard. He swallowed deeply and sighed heavily inward, then out, leaning back against the counter.

 

In the dim light above me, he spoke soft yet firm. He was brief.

 

“Your Tibia, from what we have found, was shattered on impact…”

 

“This is sad news, but...we had to amputate it.”

 

Just like that, one of my building blocks moved out of place.

 

“I’m sorry, Kay.”

 

Now, it appears to be that more than just my leg was crushed, but also my life-long dreams of running. I looked down, slowly removing the sheets, welcomed by the unwelcoming sight of a leg and a half. My left leg was there, but my right was missing from the knee down.

 

Like the Titanic, my heart sank into the bottomless ocean of self-pity.

 

Not only have I lost a physical part of me, but also a part of who I am as a person. Now it seems the only thing I’m going to be bringing home, instead of a golden trophy, is a wheelchair. Maybe there’s marathons for disabled people?

 

I mean, my leg is now gone, thrown in a plastic bag labeled “biohazard.” I’ll have to change jobs. I don’t see anybody with a “leg and a half” working construction.

 

And Carla. Oh Carla! She’s probably so pissed that I crashed her car.

 

After my stay at the hospital, my parents came to pick me up, I was happy to see them, yet scared all the same.

 

“I told you not to be texting when you drive,” my mother said with a sorrow face, handing me a pair of padded crutches with the handles and…

 

...one red sneaker.

 

The End

 

 

I posted this before as "Final Run" but went over and made some major changes to it

 

Edited June 7, 2017 by Sliced

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

- Changed the main text body from vividly white to a light grey (much easier on the eyes).

- Otherwise was good, great job with the grammar & formatting & spelling

 

Approved

 

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:( Giving me the feels

[Sliced 819]

- Changed the main text body from vividly white to a light grey (much easier on the eyes).

- Otherwise was good, great job with the grammar & formatting & spelling

 

Approved

 

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:( Giving me the feels

This was my final assignment for Young Adult Language Arts class. I made some MAJOR changes to keep improving it.

 

I'm so getting a 9/10 at the very least :)

[PracticeParkourStunt 2,542]

 

Sneakers

 

...one red sneaker.

 

By one red sneaker you mean one shoe right? because now you have one leg. So shouldn't the title be sneaker? Or is 1 shoe = sneakers?

PS: Amazing starting and middle, but the end suddenly dropped down. 

[Sliced 819]

By one red sneaker you mean one shoe right? because now you have one leg. So shouldn't the title be sneaker? Or is 1 shoe = sneakers?

PS: Amazing starting and middle, but the end suddenly dropped down. 

Well, "Sneaker" wouldn't sound right as a title, to start, plus I did that as contrast :)

 

This piece took me two weeks to write and be confident in it o.O

[PracticeParkourStunt 2,542]

Well, "Sneaker" wouldn't sound right as a title, to start, plus I did that as contrast :)

 

This piece took me two weeks to write and be confident in it o.O

In? Should not it be 'on'? 

[Sliced 819]

In? Should not it be 'on'? 

Shouldn't :)

 

And it's in. 

[PracticeParkourStunt 2,542]

Shouldn't :)

 

And it's in. 

Lol? Shouldn't = Should not

Okay

[Sliced 819]

Lol? Shouldn't = Should not

Okay

Shouldn't sounds better :)

 

 

Sorry, I'm a grammar Nazi

 

[PracticeParkourStunt 2,542]

Shouldn't sounds better :)

 

 

Sorry, I'm a grammar Nazi

 

But Should Not is grammatically correct as well.

Sorry, but I am with Allies, not the Axis.

[Sliced 819]

But Should Not is grammatically correct as well.

Sorry, but I am with Allies, not the Axis.

Oh well :3

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Moving story. I honestly expected this to be a love story where the partner likes to run, main character gets into an accident, turns out he killed her, and one running shoe is left.

 

But that plot style's pretty generic and overused - good job with yours!

[Sliced 819]

Moving story. I honestly expected this to be a love story where the partner likes to run, main character gets into an accident, turns out he killed her, and one running shoe is left.

 

But that plot style's pretty generic and overused - good job with yours!

thanks! :D