Creative side of imagination

     It was Madeline. She looked shocked. ''How did you knew what to do'' she said with astonishment. I didn't knew what she was talking about until I looked down at guy cautiously immobilized in my hands. He was pale but conscious though he couldn't talk because of the pain. I helped him stay afloat. I was surprised at myself that I knew how to react. ''Don't know, Madeline. Are lifeguards coming'' I asked. ''It will probably take time for jet-skis from Bondi to here but yeah they're coming'' she replied. Lifeguard on the surfboard approached us and asked us if anybody else beside the guy is injured on which we answered negatively. He gave the sign to the guys in tower. From I could tell injured guy had broken collar and possibly neck. I tried to reassure him as best as I could. Soon the jet-skis came, guy was swiftly taken on a spinal board and was given a neck brace. Lifeguards carefully held the guy on jet-ski and the...

   Moments flew by quickly spending time with new friends and finally spring came to its last days. You could feel the climate warming up. People were ecstatic. How could they not be, school hollidays and Christmas hollidays were just around the corner. I however didn't share their happiness. It brought me back to memories from Southport, last happy days we had as a family before things started to go sour. But I decided that past should be past and me and mum would at least try having happy hollidays despite our friends being all the way back in Britain. We deserved that.         I didn't realise until now that I actually have really good friends here in Sydney. Madeline became almost like my best friend...who am I kidding...she is my best friend. She helped me get through the fear of drowning even though I probably didn't like her methods at the time. But I trusted her since she is in a school swimming team and her brother is a lifeguard....

First of all I have important notice that next part of online novel will come in first week of September (it could happen earlier) due to college work. Scripts and drafts are already in the making. So until then I will post work of others or some of my song and poems. This poem or you could actually take it also as a song is about too many young lives lost due to addiction. It hit hard for me when I found out one of my favorite actors (Cory Monteith) died because of an overdose. I was aware about his past but I never thought that his life would end so abruptly. His death and so many of other young actors and singers in last couple of years inspired me to write this poem. It's probably on the side of my rarest darkest songs and poems (they are hidden in my book :)) . At first I was hesitant but now I think that it deserves to be published and that this theme shouldn't be a taboo in our world. After all more we talk about it better chances we have to save another young life....

      His face kept spinning in my head. All I could see were his eyes and lips. Thinking I was dreaming I fell out of my cloud nine and woke up…in a hospital. Pain in my chest reminded me why I landed here in the first place. Still wrapping my head over all the events happening in last couple of days I recognized one familiar person next to me. My mum. She looked terrible and tired. Tears were dropping from her eyes. “Oh, my God, Olivia. Sweetheart, you scared me to death. Don't do this to me again” she said with trembling voice. I tried to reply but she didn't let me talk. “Don't try to talk. Doctor said you'll need a lot of rest. We can talk later” were her words. I managed to say “Mum, I can still ...” much to her dismay when she put her finger on my lips. I didn't argue since I was tired and felt sleepy anyway. All questions piling up inside me will just have to wait. I stayed another night on observation and therefore being in hospital for already thr...

      Ughhh...It's almost three months since I wrote my last post. Moments go by quicker than you would think. I wasn't lazy though. Exams and papers took a lot of time from me but I didn't forget to write. I think it is better like that. You re-read what is written, get new ideas and write some more. I had basic idea what I wanted to portray but now when I add more and more people to the story all just gets complicated. One wise man once said that nothing can be thought quickly and have quality. Art of writing needs time and I'm getting that now. Every story needs good foundation otherwise it collapses quickly. And  I want this novel to flourish and grow up with my style of writing as well.        I started to wrote this novel to unleash my appetite for imagination. I did write poems, short stories, etc. long before that. But it was one year and a half prior to this when I was introduced how to do it in the right way. I liked its intrigui...

     36 hours later I woke up in a big hotel room bed still in blur what I have been through last two days. I couldn't be excited but I tried to retain happy face for my mum. She had too much sorrow after dad left us unbeknown what would lead later. Divorce papers were sent over mail. That moment was the only time when I saw my mum crying intolerably. But that was not all. The debts and mortgage were left to my mum. She was so depressed she had to be admitted to hospital. She was never the same after that, she'll never be. At that point my compassion for dad has gone. Not only that he left mum, he left me too. I try to put my brave face on but it hurts me too. He didn't even hint what he's going to do. He didn't say goodbye. No words, no letter, nothing. I can't erase him he's still my dad but I will forget him, that I promised to myself. Mum doesn't know how I feel. I don't want to bother her.         While I was thinking that mum c...

     Sun was shining outside. Warm breeze smelling of late summer got through my window and I shivered by the thought that 24 hours later I will be on completely different continent. My mother was packing excited  to leave Britain. And who could blame her. We both went through tough time lately, but especially mum. I sighed out of despair thinking I have to leave my friends behind and started to pack. Suddenly mum rushed in the room slightly annoyed: ''Olivia, you aren't ready yet. I told you ages ago that our flight is at five. Hurry up!'' ''Yes, mum I know. I'll be quick'' I responded. I looked at my stuff and carefully assessed what I'll need the most. It wasn't much so my suitcase was packed in a couple of minutes. Than the phone rang. ''Livy, where are you? We're waiting for you here at the coffee shop'' said Becky. Rushing down the stairs I managed to say ''I'll be there in seconds''. I kisse...