"Unipreme"
The feeling of experiencing something uniquely specific for the first and last time
I knew the feeling when I kissed the man I was madly in love with for the first time. Though we've had many passionate kisses after that, it will never be the same as the first one.
You know the feeling too when you listen to the last album of your favorite music artist they release just before they pass away. Like with David Bowie.
You know the feeling when you open up that shoebox of your childhood memories after ten, fifteen, twenty years have passed. Like the old notes you passed in class, the Tamagachi and Gameboy, the cassette tape with the last cassette you ever recorded your voice on.
It isn't the nostalgia itself, but the feeling evoked from it by that particular moment with those specific items.
But the feeling does not always accompany excitement or happiness. There are times when the feeling is paired with sadness, grief, and/or anger.
You will experience it with each animal companion on their first and last day with you. You become increasingly aware of it as you stare into their glassy eyes and lift their weightless body.
We pause to let the feeling wash over us. We cannot stop it. So we let it wrap around us and sink us into its depths before it fades away like snow in the sun.
About the Creator
Sarah Glass
It started with FFX fanfiction stories and my love for creating a world to escape to when reality's teeth sank in too deep. I'm an artist, a dreamer, and I have an original story I've been working on for 8yrs. Time to get it published!
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Clara, a six-year-old girl, stands by the window of the little log house she and her family lives in watching the snowfall. Papa's in the barn, tending to the animals. But as she stares into the skies and into the bare branches of the trees, something occurs to her.
By Sarah Glass10 months ago in Fiction
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
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Comments (1)
I love the word and story that accompanies it. This was poetic and bittersweet. It made me think of how I feel the first time I finish a favorite book, because I cannot get that feeling back with rereads. This really should be a word, and it’s such a creative take on the challenge.