Hatred can be defined as a human feeling that pulls from the darkest depth of our existence. The most gruesome actions occur from the hate humans feel; wars, murder, violence, and discrimination. Hate is the vilest part of the human psyche, yet it originates from the purest emotion, love. Love and hate go hand in hand as extreme emotions on separate sides of the same spectrum. Without love, we would have no hate, without hate we would have no love, and without either, we would not be human.
Chapter 1: Just another Sunday afternoon
Today is a relaxing, normal Sunday afternoon. I sit in a field near the park, a light breeze runs through my long, golden hair and caresses the papers I hold. The sun beams down happily, kissing my cheeks with pleasant …show more content…
It responses with a simple breeze that makes the answer unmistakably clear. These moments. The sky is an electric blue, vibrantly stretching across the horizon, altering all that it touches. It holds a single, puffy cloud afloat in the depth of its blue. I marvel at the sheer purity of the white against blue, pondering how it remains untainted by the intensity that surrounds …show more content…
Her behavior is disconcerting and unrecognizable. When was the last time she acted out? I begin thinking of anything that could make her this way. “Do you not want ice-cream?” I say confused. What kind of 6 year old doesn’t want ice-cream. I pull her to a stop before we exit the wooded area. She fidgets with her green pock-a-dot dress as I look at her with a burning curiosity. Wait, wasn’t her dress pink? I must be seeing things now. Thoughts whip through my overcrowded mind at hurricane like speed. I look at her urgently as though seeing is the same as understanding. Her skin isn’t just pale but rather translucent. Her dress isn’t changing colors but rather mirroring her background. What in the world is happening!? Lilith is fading out of reality! It’s like a photo shopped picture transforming before my very eyes. Should I call for help? What would I even say, “help, my sister is fading?” then I really would be labeled as
Chapter 1: Just another Sunday afternoon
Today is a relaxing, normal Sunday afternoon. I sit in a field near the park, a light breeze runs through my long, golden hair and caresses the papers I hold. The sun beams down happily, kissing my cheeks with pleasant …show more content…
It responses with a simple breeze that makes the answer unmistakably clear. These moments. The sky is an electric blue, vibrantly stretching across the horizon, altering all that it touches. It holds a single, puffy cloud afloat in the depth of its blue. I marvel at the sheer purity of the white against blue, pondering how it remains untainted by the intensity that surrounds …show more content…
Her behavior is disconcerting and unrecognizable. When was the last time she acted out? I begin thinking of anything that could make her this way. “Do you not want ice-cream?” I say confused. What kind of 6 year old doesn’t want ice-cream. I pull her to a stop before we exit the wooded area. She fidgets with her green pock-a-dot dress as I look at her with a burning curiosity. Wait, wasn’t her dress pink? I must be seeing things now. Thoughts whip through my overcrowded mind at hurricane like speed. I look at her urgently as though seeing is the same as understanding. Her skin isn’t just pale but rather translucent. Her dress isn’t changing colors but rather mirroring her background. What in the world is happening!? Lilith is fading out of reality! It’s like a photo shopped picture transforming before my very eyes. Should I call for help? What would I even say, “help, my sister is fading?” then I really would be labeled as