Hannah Everett
Bio
Hello world,
I’m Hannah! My hobbies include writing (obviously), painting, drinking the strongest cup of coffee there is, taking my anxiety medicine and mouthing the word “shit” almost 20 times a day.
Stories (2/0)
Confession's of a Closet Writer
Moments: They say when you die you have seven minutes of brain activity left. And in those seven minutes you are shown play backs. Memories of your life; the good, the bad, the ugly. Moments of joy, happiness, and laughter. Now I'm not sure how you can fit a whole lifetime in just seven minutes but I guess we won't know until we get there. There are so many unanswered questions pertaining to death. But what about living? If I were to leave you today, could you promise me one thing? Would you dance like there's no tomorrow? Could you find the color in a black and white picture? Would you be willing to forgive the unforgiveable? Could you lend the broken a helping hand? Pet your dog as if it's the last time? Tell that one person how much they mean to you? Would you climb that mountain and scream at the top of your lungs? Or go to the ocean and learn to ride the waves? Would you hug all of your friends? Give your mother a kiss? Hold your newborn babies hand? And Lastly, If you were to be shown your seven minutes of life, would you ask yourself one thing: "Was it worth it?" Because from dust we are born and to dust we shall return and all we're really left with is well, Moments.
By Hannah Everettabout a year ago in Journal
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CHAPTER 1: “Would you like to drive then Rosalyn?” I woke up to the sound of my parents arguing over the directions. Something they’ve been doing on road trips for as long as I can remember. I look over at my sister Lilli who is still sound asleep, despite all of the action going on around her. The sun peeks in between the clouds, and shines on her bleached blonde hair. I wish she could stay this innocent forever. I’ve always envied that about her. She always says she wants to be just like me, but I want so much better for her. My thoughts of Lilli drift away as I'm interrupted by my mother calling my name.
By Hannah Everett4 years ago in Humans
