Narrative Challenge 1: Cancer
Wednesday 21 October 2015
Narrative Challenge - Level 5 & 6
Use the last sentence of the nearest book and write your first sentence of your story with that ~ Scorch Trials: That’s all for now.
*Flashback*
“That’s all for now.” the doctor gave a heartwarming smile, holding her clipboard tightly against her chest. “Thank you for all your help. See you soon for my fifth chemotherapy next week.” I said, giving a weak smile. I made my way out the tall, white framed door to my mum crying on the hospital chair in the corner. It’s been how many weeks? Five? Four? I think it’s been four weeks but my mum's still not over it. I don't think she’ll be over it any time soon. “Mum, it’s fine. I’ll get cured. I know I will. Help me. Support me. Cryings not going to help.” she turned around and looked at me with her red eyes, but beautiful eyes. She cupped my cheeks and looked at me fondly. “I know. I’m trying my best. Give me a few days to sort it out. Having cancer isn’t a everyday thing, hell, it’s hard for your own daughter to have cancer.” she whispered. I nodded, knowing she will try her best.
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It’s been a few weeks since my fourth chemotherapy and to be honest, I haven’t felt a difference. At all. My mums going on well without crying. Her highest score has been four days, but between me and you, I know she’s been crying secretly in her bedroom. I have faith that I am going to get better. Be cured. At least that’s what I tell everyone. But deep in my heart, I know I have a very, very slim chance of getting rehabilitated. Sometimes I think what would happen if I don’t get cured. I mean, I wouldn’t want to die-
The sound of the phone ringing interrupted me from my thoughts. “Hello?” I asked cautiously. “Breeeeee! Hi! I need to come see you. NOW!!!” she squealed. It was my friend Sam. I sighed. She can be loud sometimes. Who am I kidding. She’s always loud. “Hi Sam. How are you?” I haven’t talked to her in ages. Well, after I told her I have cancer. She cried. For several hours non stop until I gave her a pep talk about how she needs to support me if she wants me to get better. “What’s the rush? Why do you need to see me?” I asked, knowing the reason. “Because.” she said whining. “I want to see you and I miss my bestfriend. Is it a crime?” She said sarcastically. “No Sam, it’s not a crime.” I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Come on over. I’m waiting.” I said hanging up, making my way to the kitchen to get some snacks for my ‘special’ visitor.
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“Sam! I want to watch Maze Runner! I haven’t watched the first one yet, nevertheless you want me to jump right ahead and watch the second movie without any type of knowledge of the series?! Sam, you’ve gone nuts.” I said shaking my head in disbelief. “You know their names! That counts as knowledge!” she said, trying to convince me. I gave her the don’t-get-smart-with-me look. She groaned, knowing once again I’m right. I grinned, indicating for her to put on Maze Runner. She put it on and made her way to sit on the blue dotted couch with me. She lay down, with her feet resting on my lap whilst I was sitting properly on the couch. We have been best friends for four or so years, and it has made us really close. I couldn’t bear being away from her.
*Flashback ended*
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We were halfway through the movie when I felt a small sudden pain in my heart. I ignored it, carrying on with the movie. I shouldn’t of have. I should've told Sam something about it. Maybe she could of helped me. Ten minutes later, both my arms were in pain, as was my neck and my stomach. I felt lightheaded. My breath… I don’t know, it just.. My breath, I was short of breath. My heart. You don’t understand until you feel it. Until you feel the pain. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, as if it was about to rip out from my flesh and jump around. I started gasping, trying to get some sort of oxygen, as if I was reaching out to an empty place, something to keep me going. I knew this was it. I knew I wasn’t going to come back. Not alive at least. I knew this was a symptom of cancer. My eyes started getting heavier and heavier. I could now hear Sam shouting at me demanding me to tell her what's wrong. I saw her reaching for her phone, dialling 911. I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to close them, I just couldn’t. I closed my eyes slowly, trying not to forget my mum, my best friend. Trying to take the memories with me. I couldn’t remember anything else after that. After my eyes closed.
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I stood there, watching my friends and family crying for me. It hurt. It hurt to just watch my family and friends suffering, crying over me, and not to see me there, spectating them. I climbed next to my mum, tears threatening to spill any moment. “Mum, stay strong. I love you. You can do so much better than sitting here and crying. Crying for me.” I whispered softly, knowing they can’t either hear, or see me. I stood up and moved over to my best friend sitting there with huge red puffy eyes. “And as for you Sam, I love you too. Thank you for being there,” I said standing up. “And don’t forget, your my best friend.” I felt a huge gust of wind blowing everywhere. My gold locks swayed back and forth. I turned around and saw that no one was affected from the wind. I turned back around and saw a white light growing bigger and bigger. Guess that’s what they meant when they said the dead will see a white light then go to heaven. I stepped in, looking back at my mum and Sam for the last time, and went through the hazy white light.
Narrative Challenge - Level 5 & 6
Use the last sentence of the nearest book and write your first sentence of your story with that ~ Scorch Trials: That’s all for now.
*Flashback*
“That’s all for now.” the doctor gave a heartwarming smile, holding her clipboard tightly against her chest. “Thank you for all your help. See you soon for my fifth chemotherapy next week.” I said, giving a weak smile. I made my way out the tall, white framed door to my mum crying on the hospital chair in the corner. It’s been how many weeks? Five? Four? I think it’s been four weeks but my mum's still not over it. I don't think she’ll be over it any time soon. “Mum, it’s fine. I’ll get cured. I know I will. Help me. Support me. Cryings not going to help.” she turned around and looked at me with her red eyes, but beautiful eyes. She cupped my cheeks and looked at me fondly. “I know. I’m trying my best. Give me a few days to sort it out. Having cancer isn’t a everyday thing, hell, it’s hard for your own daughter to have cancer.” she whispered. I nodded, knowing she will try her best.
…
It’s been a few weeks since my fourth chemotherapy and to be honest, I haven’t felt a difference. At all. My mums going on well without crying. Her highest score has been four days, but between me and you, I know she’s been crying secretly in her bedroom. I have faith that I am going to get better. Be cured. At least that’s what I tell everyone. But deep in my heart, I know I have a very, very slim chance of getting rehabilitated. Sometimes I think what would happen if I don’t get cured. I mean, I wouldn’t want to die-
The sound of the phone ringing interrupted me from my thoughts. “Hello?” I asked cautiously. “Breeeeee! Hi! I need to come see you. NOW!!!” she squealed. It was my friend Sam. I sighed. She can be loud sometimes. Who am I kidding. She’s always loud. “Hi Sam. How are you?” I haven’t talked to her in ages. Well, after I told her I have cancer. She cried. For several hours non stop until I gave her a pep talk about how she needs to support me if she wants me to get better. “What’s the rush? Why do you need to see me?” I asked, knowing the reason. “Because.” she said whining. “I want to see you and I miss my bestfriend. Is it a crime?” She said sarcastically. “No Sam, it’s not a crime.” I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Come on over. I’m waiting.” I said hanging up, making my way to the kitchen to get some snacks for my ‘special’ visitor.
…
“Sam! I want to watch Maze Runner! I haven’t watched the first one yet, nevertheless you want me to jump right ahead and watch the second movie without any type of knowledge of the series?! Sam, you’ve gone nuts.” I said shaking my head in disbelief. “You know their names! That counts as knowledge!” she said, trying to convince me. I gave her the don’t-get-smart-with-me look. She groaned, knowing once again I’m right. I grinned, indicating for her to put on Maze Runner. She put it on and made her way to sit on the blue dotted couch with me. She lay down, with her feet resting on my lap whilst I was sitting properly on the couch. We have been best friends for four or so years, and it has made us really close. I couldn’t bear being away from her.
*Flashback ended*
…
We were halfway through the movie when I felt a small sudden pain in my heart. I ignored it, carrying on with the movie. I shouldn’t of have. I should've told Sam something about it. Maybe she could of helped me. Ten minutes later, both my arms were in pain, as was my neck and my stomach. I felt lightheaded. My breath… I don’t know, it just.. My breath, I was short of breath. My heart. You don’t understand until you feel it. Until you feel the pain. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, as if it was about to rip out from my flesh and jump around. I started gasping, trying to get some sort of oxygen, as if I was reaching out to an empty place, something to keep me going. I knew this was it. I knew I wasn’t going to come back. Not alive at least. I knew this was a symptom of cancer. My eyes started getting heavier and heavier. I could now hear Sam shouting at me demanding me to tell her what's wrong. I saw her reaching for her phone, dialling 911. I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to close them, I just couldn’t. I closed my eyes slowly, trying not to forget my mum, my best friend. Trying to take the memories with me. I couldn’t remember anything else after that. After my eyes closed.
…
I stood there, watching my friends and family crying for me. It hurt. It hurt to just watch my family and friends suffering, crying over me, and not to see me there, spectating them. I climbed next to my mum, tears threatening to spill any moment. “Mum, stay strong. I love you. You can do so much better than sitting here and crying. Crying for me.” I whispered softly, knowing they can’t either hear, or see me. I stood up and moved over to my best friend sitting there with huge red puffy eyes. “And as for you Sam, I love you too. Thank you for being there,” I said standing up. “And don’t forget, your my best friend.” I felt a huge gust of wind blowing everywhere. My gold locks swayed back and forth. I turned around and saw that no one was affected from the wind. I turned back around and saw a white light growing bigger and bigger. Guess that’s what they meant when they said the dead will see a white light then go to heaven. I stepped in, looking back at my mum and Sam for the last time, and went through the hazy white light.
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