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Option 1: Sentence Starter –

The first time I died, I was nineteen years old, and resigned to my fate; the second time was a different story.

This sentence can appear anywhere in the story. The maximum word count is 1,000 words. The genre can be any of your choosing; either factual or fiction based. You may use art to interpret the sentence, or poetry if you wish.

Option 2: Fanfiction –

Write a scene which highlights an unexpected connection between two or more of your favourite characters in film, television, or literature.

I’ll choose option one.

The first time I died, I was nineteen years old, and resigned to my fate; the second time was a different story. How is it possible for a human being to truly provide an accurate description of death? I mean, you just go completely numb and there is emptiness. But first, it’s pain. So much pain that it shatters you completely. Just like easily breaking a pencil. One moment and it’s over. The first time I died was not really a death in a sense of having a funeral or something. It was more like a death of perception, a death of reality, of the world I’ve been living in for nineteen years without truly knowing who I was. My old beliefs  were crumbling and I was crumbled up on the floor crying because I had no idea what was happening to me. It hurt. I was screaming and it was not ending. I felt trapped and I couldn’t escape it. How can you escape death of perception, really? There’s no point in fighting it either, which I did and it only made everything worse. But then, I did the normal thing anyone could do, I resigned to my fate…or faith. Whatever. I had no choice. I had to accept the fact that I will be a better person now, seeing the world differently, from a place of love instead of fear. I just let everything go and I created space for a new belief system based on compassion. My death was painful, but it was worth it.

The second time, well, my soul left my body….and I was scared. It was weird, in a way…because I came back, trying to make sense of it and all was left there were more questions I couldn’t answer. I told my psychologist that I saw myself dying, but I knew that it was a lie because I came back…and she only told me that this is completely normal, which really freaked me out. When I left my body I was not having senses. I could touch things, get hurt, without feeling anything…and that really freaked me out. Then, I woke up and realised it was kind of dream, but it was a weird dream and the pattern kept repeating. Out of body experiences and it worn me out. So, yeah, that’s pretty much how death felt to me.



"You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it’s a catch-22: all of those things that you’re willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you’ve lost yourself."— Jodi Picoult

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