i want to be forgotten and i don't want to be reminded

i can't even remember what i did yesterday. oh wait yes i do. yesterday in writing class, we were to close our eyes for a "writing exercise"...

teacher: now close your eyes and imagine what you're going to write about. imagine a day that all of you, everyone, will experience. the day... you... die.

students: *GASP* :O


ian wrote a long-winded scifi type of writing: the day he dies will be the last day of the existence of the ENTIRE UNIVERSE and the molecules in his body will implode among themselves due to quantum mechanics and radiation from neighbouring white dwarfs will kill everything and POOF! the WORLD WILL BE OVER.


how lara will die: she will drown in a bathtub, peacefully and semi-consciously. she sinks lower and she knows she should come back up the surface but she doesnt... she floats away... and it's a kind of an aware nothingness when she dies. (note: lar, correct me if that wasnt exactly what you wrote. i know there was more to it)


how i will die: i will be protesting with hundreds, no, thousands others. i will have picket signs. there will be a row of soldiers. people will be shouting. suddenly! the row of soldiers will mount their rifles. there will be a great c h a o t i c deafening scramble as people try to run away and escape the mass exodus. among the confusion, someone will stab me on the back with a picket sign. and i will be shot in the shoulder. i'll faint from the bloody bullet. i will die flattened from the rampaging crowd.


the end.


the student teacher who'd heard me share the story was more or less o_O
it was interesting.