English Project- Legal Assassin
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the_huffster Okay, so I had to write a short story based off one of four poems my English class had read, and I chose to write a story based on Emily Dickinson's 'Because I could not stop for Death'
I liked it so much, I decided to post it here and let everyone read and tell me what they think. So feel free to comment with your thoughts on this story- and you don't have to have read the poem, but it'd be cool to hear what people who have read the poem think about this.
And yes, I did use a Repo! song as the title of this story.
I had never been the type of person to follow the rules, that’s why I think I had always walked away from the type of things that normally killed people. Most people allowed Death to take them because it was what came next, but not me. I didn’t define my life by those rules, the ones that stated you had to do something because it’s what was expected. Death couldn’t have me that easily. Keeping in mind all the fatal incidents I had walked away from, I should have known something would happen when I accepted help from a handsome stranger.
My car had stalled on the side of the road, and my mobile phone’s signal was not what it needed to be to let me call for help. Cars passed by with no signs of slowing down to help me out- people are so rude these days- until a black model of a Ford (I’m not the best with car models and makes) pulled over. The driver of the vehicle was nice enough, promising that he wasn’t a serial killer or anything like that, and offered to give me a ride to a nearby gas station.
Before I go any further, no- this is not the type of story that ends with my body dumped in some ditch in the middle of nowhere. This is the type of story that involves me making a new acquaintance and a random driver running a red light, slamming right into the car I was in. I would go into detail on how it happened, but it literally happened in a blur. One second me and the handsome stranger were laughing over something he had said, and the next second a car had collided head on with us. I faintly remember going through the windshield and landing on the crumpled hoods of both cars, and the only thing going through my mind wasn’t about the tremendous amounts of pain I was in. The object of my mind’s attention was my life, as cliché as that sounds.
The big moments of my childhood flashed in my head; the first book I read on my own, meeting my childhood best friends, learning to ride a bike and the day my older brother brought a puppy home with him. The momentous events of my adolescences ran through my mind like a movie; my first boyfriend, my first kiss, Senior Prom, graduating high school and getting accepted to my dream college. Unfortunately, my life story didn’t get to go much further after that; it was just completing my first four years of college and somehow landing my dream job at the local museum were what finished playing out in my head.
After my short life flashed before my eyes, a few more thoughts filled my head. I wish I could remember the stranger’s name, I wish I had been given the chance to get married and have kids of my own, I wish I had been allowed to grow old like so many others were able to do…the list went on. Normally I wasn’t so morbid after something like this, usually I would manage to get up and wait for the paramedics to arrive and tell me I was going to be fine and sore for a while. But my life didn’t flash before my eyes. Normally. That was the tip off that this wasn’t going to be something that I would walk away from.
The second hint that I would not be joining the living was the fact that I was managing to stand next to my bloodied body. I wasn’t in pain anymore. I actually felt better than I had in years, to be honest. I was in a panic, however. I had always understood that one day I wouldn’t be able to walk away when I should have died, I even had accepted the fact that I would die at some point. But there was something about seeing my mangled body that sent me panicking. My head snapped to my left when I felt someone take my hand.
It was the handsome stranger- the one who was nice enough to give me a ride and the one whose name I wish I had remembered. At the look of pity in his dark eyes, I suddenly understood what was happening. And who he was.
“I don’t wanna go,” I whispered, my hand gripping his as if to make him change his mind.
“It’ll be alright,” Death promised as he gently dragged me away from the scene, his voice managing to calm me down. “You’re going to a good place.”
We stood in the middle of the street for a brief moment as I allowed his demeanor to ease my panic away. There was just something about this killer, this assassin would was allowed to take away people’s lives with no repercussions, that made me believe him when he repeated that everything would be perfectly fine.
Lacing my fingers with his surprisingly warm ones, I turned my back on my former life and let him led me to what was waiting for me in the next life.
I liked it so much, I decided to post it here and let everyone read and tell me what they think. So feel free to comment with your thoughts on this story- and you don't have to have read the poem, but it'd be cool to hear what people who have read the poem think about this.
And yes, I did use a Repo! song as the title of this story.
I had never been the type of person to follow the rules, that’s why I think I had always walked away from the type of things that normally killed people. Most people allowed Death to take them because it was what came next, but not me. I didn’t define my life by those rules, the ones that stated you had to do something because it’s what was expected. Death couldn’t have me that easily. Keeping in mind all the fatal incidents I had walked away from, I should have known something would happen when I accepted help from a handsome stranger.
My car had stalled on the side of the road, and my mobile phone’s signal was not what it needed to be to let me call for help. Cars passed by with no signs of slowing down to help me out- people are so rude these days- until a black model of a Ford (I’m not the best with car models and makes) pulled over. The driver of the vehicle was nice enough, promising that he wasn’t a serial killer or anything like that, and offered to give me a ride to a nearby gas station.
Before I go any further, no- this is not the type of story that ends with my body dumped in some ditch in the middle of nowhere. This is the type of story that involves me making a new acquaintance and a random driver running a red light, slamming right into the car I was in. I would go into detail on how it happened, but it literally happened in a blur. One second me and the handsome stranger were laughing over something he had said, and the next second a car had collided head on with us. I faintly remember going through the windshield and landing on the crumpled hoods of both cars, and the only thing going through my mind wasn’t about the tremendous amounts of pain I was in. The object of my mind’s attention was my life, as cliché as that sounds.
The big moments of my childhood flashed in my head; the first book I read on my own, meeting my childhood best friends, learning to ride a bike and the day my older brother brought a puppy home with him. The momentous events of my adolescences ran through my mind like a movie; my first boyfriend, my first kiss, Senior Prom, graduating high school and getting accepted to my dream college. Unfortunately, my life story didn’t get to go much further after that; it was just completing my first four years of college and somehow landing my dream job at the local museum were what finished playing out in my head.
After my short life flashed before my eyes, a few more thoughts filled my head. I wish I could remember the stranger’s name, I wish I had been given the chance to get married and have kids of my own, I wish I had been allowed to grow old like so many others were able to do…the list went on. Normally I wasn’t so morbid after something like this, usually I would manage to get up and wait for the paramedics to arrive and tell me I was going to be fine and sore for a while. But my life didn’t flash before my eyes. Normally. That was the tip off that this wasn’t going to be something that I would walk away from.
The second hint that I would not be joining the living was the fact that I was managing to stand next to my bloodied body. I wasn’t in pain anymore. I actually felt better than I had in years, to be honest. I was in a panic, however. I had always understood that one day I wouldn’t be able to walk away when I should have died, I even had accepted the fact that I would die at some point. But there was something about seeing my mangled body that sent me panicking. My head snapped to my left when I felt someone take my hand.
It was the handsome stranger- the one who was nice enough to give me a ride and the one whose name I wish I had remembered. At the look of pity in his dark eyes, I suddenly understood what was happening. And who he was.
“I don’t wanna go,” I whispered, my hand gripping his as if to make him change his mind.
“It’ll be alright,” Death promised as he gently dragged me away from the scene, his voice managing to calm me down. “You’re going to a good place.”
We stood in the middle of the street for a brief moment as I allowed his demeanor to ease my panic away. There was just something about this killer, this assassin would was allowed to take away people’s lives with no repercussions, that made me believe him when he repeated that everything would be perfectly fine.
Lacing my fingers with his surprisingly warm ones, I turned my back on my former life and let him led me to what was waiting for me in the next life.
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Date: 2011-05-10 07:06 am (UTC)